tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75170060851704443442024-02-19T09:11:43.639+05:30CRiMSoN SHaDEs.....PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-56859857268973697502011-03-08T17:28:00.001+05:302011-03-08T17:31:43.630+05:30Hyderabad Blues....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Heya fellows.. !!! :) :) :)</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I am back …before the crimson shades could turn blue black out of negligence :P and this time with a renewed determination to never stop writing...</i></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">You must be surprised by the generic title of this post, but </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">"Hyderabad Blues"</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"> would be the na</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>me of the post had been decided by me the day I stepped into this city and thought of penning down my experiences. I moved to Hyderabad, in the mid of January. As I landed at the Rajeev Gandhi International Airport, Shamshabad I was impressed…it was huge and one of the finest in the country.</i></span><br />
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</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>New job, new city, new people... The initial feeling was that of excitement but no…not for long! The excitement vanished within a couple of days as I experienced a cultural shock. Different faces, talking in different tones and accents… all that they said was beyond my comprehension. Office was warm, with friendly people around but the communication gap persisted. I realized I was missing Chandigarh...Or maybe I was missing the flavor of North India.</i></span><br />
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</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>But nevertheless, I kept telling myself... Hyderabad is a metro... Chandigarh was a small city, sooner or later you gotta come out it if you want to make your dreams come true. The good part was that since I had been putting up with my relatives, I wasn’t homesick..Frequent long drives to Hi-tech City, Jubilee Hills, Banjara Hills and the likes of these areas kept me convinced of the expected ultra modern look of the city. The glitzy façade of Hi Tech city would remind of you of IT professionals and the look is much like that of a miniature IT park, Chandigarh. Young boys and girls zoom around these roads all the time flaunting their flashy BMWs, Porsches, Audis and what not!</i></span><br />
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</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And now looking at the city from another perspective, People here are very simple and hard working. Dressed in simple cotton sarees, the ladies still look pretty (in their own ways) and the men make an all together different style statement...Coming to office in pants, shirts...But with CHAPPALS! I did find all this hilarious initially … but am getting used to it now.</i></span><br />
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</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The city is charming and has a unique identity of its own … The Irani cafe which is located in almost every street...Serves some special biscuits called the Osmania biscuits along with delicious milky tea. A friend told me about the world famous Bangle Market in Charminar…and I could not wait long to visit that place. Though I went to visit Charminar I ended up spending 5 hours in Laad Bazar... With bangles right and left I almost went crazy shopping. In the galis of Charminar an all together different world exists…old conservative people, mostly Muslims, fluttering of the pigeons are a common sight. Occasionally one may hear voices reciting the Quran... </i></span><br />
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</div></div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-48802904181773721572010-05-09T16:27:00.000+05:302010-05-09T16:27:56.181+05:30Why...!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>If only you could see the tears, In the world you left behind</i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>If only you could hear my heart...Just one more time !!!</i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Even when I close my eyes..There is an image of your face</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Once again I come to realize ...You are a loss that I can't replace</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Have been wondering since the day that your were gone</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Why did you leave me...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>In my heart you were the only...And your memory lives on</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Why did you leave me</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Walking down the streets...Where our love was young and free</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Can't believe just what an empty place..It has come to be !!!</i></span></div></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Have been wondering since the day that your were gone</i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Why did you leave me...</i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Time will never change the things...that you told me !!!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Why did you leave me..</i></span></div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>Why did you leave me.</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><i>.</i></span></span></span></div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-25149881700294612142010-03-06T16:23:00.003+05:302011-03-09T16:29:59.347+05:30Painfully pleasurable..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Writing this one post is something i'v been dreading for long ... because it has me trudging back the memory lane....over the path strewn with memories...some sweet ..some sour ..some bitter...but all very dear to me !!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Raah dekhi thi is din ki kab se</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aage ke sapne saja rakhe the naajane kab se</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bade utavle the yaha se jane ko </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zindagi ka agla padav paane ko </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Par na jaane kyu...dil mein aj kuch aur ata hai </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Waqt ko rokne ko jee chahta hai ..!!</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Its just not sinking in ...yet another phase of life has come to an end..and its finally time to set foot in another world. No more classes to attend and more assignments to make ! It was 6 long years ago the day I stepped in this university...I still remember my first day so clearly like it just happened yesterday. The mixed emotions of ..excitement, fear , curiosity and happiness all seem so vivid...and now that it all seems so settled its time to leave.</span></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">I am sure by now, most of my fellow mates would be longing for that moment where we would be free from the cuffs of education and make our own foray into the corporate world. With the last trimester of college being on, as part of my project I finally got an opportunity to work with a Pharma company as a management trainee and with just more than one month of office I feel I have soo much to share :P</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"><br />
</span></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #351c75;">My initial feeling was of excitement, as I was about to embark a valuable opportunity of working in a corporate environment, enabling me to learn new skills and meet new people. Nevertheless, my excitement was also accompanied by nerves as I often wondered with little knowledge and zero experience could I really prove myself. And now that I have been into it I think it certainly doesn't feel any different from the academic world we have been bred in… there is a boss who is as fussy as our teachers and there are colleagues who fill the void for missing classmates..!!!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033;"><br />
</span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033;">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">t sure is adventurous enough to flock into a planet diverse in lock, stock and barrel. Things certainly are to my expectations except for my work at times…and about which I crib as much as possible and as and when I get time. :P I often find myself in weird situations, the labour class and their nasty disgusting comments as I walk past them, in the industrial area...phew !!!! </span><span style="color: purple;">But then in this one month...I’ve learnt a lott...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">learnt how to mess up things...how to mess up relations...how to mess up my time schedule and lots more ...life isn’t that easy...but then it’s a challenge and you need to keep going ...keep pushing hard...!!! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033;"><br />
</span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>But now after spending so much time I’ve realized...it’s not such a bad place after all...the work is good...the people are sweet and funny ! And the best part it’s a noisy place...people are always humming...fighting...Joking...Laughing!</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Someone once told me...life’s challenges are not meant to paralyse you ..they are to help you discover who you are...and that’s exactly what i am doing...exploring myself...my capabilities...facing the challenges...testing my limits and learning Life!</i></span></span></div></div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-62664543566549061762010-02-14T16:27:00.001+05:302010-02-14T16:30:22.381+05:30THIS VALENTINE IS DIFFERENT ....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswlrxgDGbrg5TrTiro1T0kweh_Q1yuZaVjcsFAf3AL-K592RIZbEgLHgObx9OukKn6L7ecgDwjHy3NYHWXIauRySrx4qlt9lHmqWLZUdm5g90VfThDD-ycuxPc1iSaDL81mIo3Y55ZJRa/s1600-h/valentines_day+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswlrxgDGbrg5TrTiro1T0kweh_Q1yuZaVjcsFAf3AL-K592RIZbEgLHgObx9OukKn6L7ecgDwjHy3NYHWXIauRySrx4qlt9lHmqWLZUdm5g90VfThDD-ycuxPc1iSaDL81mIo3Y55ZJRa/s320/valentines_day+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438049745104230770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br />After a while you learn the subtle differences</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Between holding a hand and chaining a soul</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And company doesn't mean security.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And presents aren't promises !"</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b>The labryrinth of love is like Abhimanyu's Chakravyuha</b>...this is what todays Economic Times said ! And well said indeed...once in love forever in love...is what I believe in. Whether you're together or apart..you just can't cut through the haze...! I am sure at one point of time we'v all behaved crazy..crazy in love..even I have. I did love, got stung, grew older , grew bolder...and realized...Yes Loving is great..but even greater is sharing that love...not just with one 'special person' but with all the special people who make the journey called life worthwhile..It took me time to figure it all out, to make a choice, to do whats right..and now that clouds have lifted...the sun has appeared..LIFE IS GREAT ..LETS CELEBRATE...not just today...but everyday !!! If you really want to show your love...act on it when its least expected...not when society tells you to do it..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Whats your take on valentine's day....Love it or hate it ? Or, are you like me where you could go either way ... :) :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">A very very happy valentine's day to those I love..U know who you are...My family, my friends..friends that are dear, some who are not near...i know you can hear...I give my heart to all of you..</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY..</span></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY .....</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;">WISHING YOU ALL HAPPINESS ALWAYS....!!!</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">And yes, needless to mention ...Don't forget to love yourself...don't forget to pamper yourself...don't forget ..each one of us is special...because...</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">TO LOVE ONESELF...IS THE BEGINNING OF A LIFE TIME ROMANCE...!!</span></b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-4047996652089997562010-01-26T15:41:00.007+05:302010-02-14T17:40:52.286+05:30THE RED LETTER DAY<div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0wsj6YMMu5s4QUEGgqyfDeym8XhEYbFF_ZbBvxrfC6zhE3XfA3VsYPpPwMxsIF-jb9LJr9t1vVydOrngSR-gPc8Pbg-VawyqEyqqoIURJTe4Bqh1qynCYDVe0ANyoJSUvwbRgLEk0Z4V/s1600-h/64170.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0wsj6YMMu5s4QUEGgqyfDeym8XhEYbFF_ZbBvxrfC6zhE3XfA3VsYPpPwMxsIF-jb9LJr9t1vVydOrngSR-gPc8Pbg-VawyqEyqqoIURJTe4Bqh1qynCYDVe0ANyoJSUvwbRgLEk0Z4V/s320/64170.jpg" width="320" border="0" mt="true" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="color:purple;">We today celebrate yet another <span style="color:red;">REPUBLIC DAY</span>. How ever, what should worry us is that the 60th Republic Day of the country would also pass of as just another National Holiday ! I somehow dnt understand what is so 'national' about the R-Day celebrations? As the country showcases its military might and vibrant cultural heritage..the question that remains to be answered is that do these celebrations still stir in us the same passion as it did during the days of the freedom struggle, do we still feel enthused or do we just spend another cosy day in the warmth of our rooms? </span><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="color:purple;">In the wake of booming economic growth and growing consumerist culture do we still take pride in our national flag which is sold a dozen a dime at traffic junctions all over the country....</span><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="color:purple;">Being from an army family, as a child i grew up seeing the Republic Day parade and even today when its been years since i witnessed the celebrations at Rajghat, i think the least we can do is spare some time to think about the contributions and sacrifices made by the great leaders of our country and how we as responsible citizens can contribute our bit in making India a truly Independent Nation ...!!!</span></div><br /><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">sāre jahān se acchā hindostān hamārā </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">ham bulbulain hai is ki, yeh gulsitān hamāra</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-857664264948798212010-01-12T01:20:00.000+05:302010-01-12T01:20:18.107+05:30LIcK..LiCk...LiCK..!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGY_El9j1nekQ_5kiGTY7Sx6jRbsAQ15vZE9SjQucBj7wrkY6DvxDX28OhPZB5y0OxMT0UaNb15oHA2ennSwF9nsZtCqe2XMDAwW2lCfsJNIgh7QwqwtLAl1iBeAglA288owcoEWmQE7TY/s1600-h/16fr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGY_El9j1nekQ_5kiGTY7Sx6jRbsAQ15vZE9SjQucBj7wrkY6DvxDX28OhPZB5y0OxMT0UaNb15oHA2ennSwF9nsZtCqe2XMDAwW2lCfsJNIgh7QwqwtLAl1iBeAglA288owcoEWmQE7TY/s400/16fr.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="color: #783f04;">Ever since this birthday of mine ...where i was gifted the maximum number of chocolates ever ...i have been so lost in this dark world...<br />
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</div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: center;"><i><b style="color: #783f04;">"Chocolate is food of the Gods" </b><br />
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</div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: justify;">That is how a Swiss botanist labeled it centuries ago, when he was blessed with his first taste...<br />
</div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: justify;">I personally love chocolates..n though fully aware about the adverse effects I have not in the least been persuaded to lay down this chocolate habit !Yet, I try not to let my love of chocolates overtake me.... :) :)<br />
</div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: justify;">I have restricted myself to having chocolates very rarely...specially wen am upset ! A chocolate is always around in my room to satisfy a random urge...to say a "Thankyou" or "Happy Bday " or just to take a nibble !!!! Yes I am chocolate crazy but i have my own standards....I must eat only the BEST ! And rite now ...i am enjoying the goodness of BOURNVILLE AND FERRERO! Yummmmmmm...<br />
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</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">Oh ...C'mon ....go treat yourself !!! :) :)<br />
</div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-54596880788566012922010-01-10T13:28:00.002+05:302010-01-10T13:34:39.510+05:30WE CARE....!!!! Spread the wings of breast cancer awareness.. !<span style="color: #741b47;">A day or two ago wen i first received this message in my Facebook inbox i was a lil puzzled...</span><br />
<blockquote style="color: #674ea7;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Some fun is going on…. just write the color of your bra in your status. Just the color, nothing else. It will be neat to see if this will spread the wings of breast cancer awareness. It will be fun to see how long it takes before people wonder why all the girls have a color in their status… </i><br />
</div></blockquote><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">A little apprehensive...and a little amused..! But then within just a couple of hours i could see all my girl frends have colors as their status messages..and lo .. there was i with BLACK as my status message. Usually i do not overshare, most of us dnt ..but when it is for a good cause..why stay behind ! <br />
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</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">The campaign has marked the first successful use of Facebook status updates with very few words to send a powerful message across.. the message about <i>BREAST CANCER AWARENESS</i>. <br />
</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">Breast cancer, is one form of cancer that is easily curable if diagnosed in the early stages...and lack of awareness is one of the major reasons for its spread. And the disease is not uncommon ...one n every 9 women is affected ! So if this campaign helps even one woman ...just one ..is it not worth the effort ?<br />
</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">The campaign has been a landmark in viral marketing and has served as a fast, free and fun way for women to raise awareness about breast cancer and remind other women to get themselves examined....The thought of the disease crossed our minds more than, on any other normal day and even though it fell on deaf ears ..it helped many even if just for a few moments.<br />
</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">Simultaneously...the back lash against the campaign has also started wd hate groups and grps like i dnt want to know the color of your bra being started...but frends...there is a cause associated with it ...and the least we can do is spread awareness !<br />
</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">So girls gear up and jopin the campaign :)<br />
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</div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-46200374226411799022010-01-08T20:22:00.006+05:302010-01-10T22:10:22.173+05:30Hahaha<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #cc33cc;">I wonder why Im able to do this. Lolz</span><br />
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PARUL<br />
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BUDDDAY HAI!<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-64941086599087238632010-01-05T14:51:00.003+05:302010-01-05T18:36:37.182+05:30ExTRA FaIRNeSS To ThE FaIR SEX !!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8R6k_aduM6r8K6hnRKDhWSYBjg1tF6TFAutYx4Z2Y-5JjE67jWPjSDRmUYhOk2eKGM4pDJMu7b6ScLJTK0kSj-49fNOoknwBXYcm32goSgueEJ8MrDBuZrkY1SkwYAJExiGx_a7AlysVm/s1600-h/05_01_2010_001_005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8R6k_aduM6r8K6hnRKDhWSYBjg1tF6TFAutYx4Z2Y-5JjE67jWPjSDRmUYhOk2eKGM4pDJMu7b6ScLJTK0kSj-49fNOoknwBXYcm32goSgueEJ8MrDBuZrkY1SkwYAJExiGx_a7AlysVm/s400/05_01_2010_001_005.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: purple;">Well, though i am normally associated with extreme feminsim and "male bashing" statements...this time i am here to raise concerns over the recent judgement passed by an apex court where they said that " the courts could have faith on any girl or woman in the country who seeks justice against sexual assault !" </span></i><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">If we can talk so much about gender equality these days why have gender biased laws that are skewed towards women ...there are already many laws to protect the interests of women ...laws against domestic violence, dowry, female feticide, we have reservations for the girl child, the single girl child..the women reservation bill and what not ...</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">On one hand these laws confer protection on women on the other hand they confer undue power to abuse men on women. We already have so many genuine cases illustrating the rampant misuse of the Dowry Law by unscrupulous women to extort money and harass their husband’s entire extended family. So how can we gurantee that women who complain against sexual abuse shall not be misusing this power ??? Such laws would only continue to perpetuate gender discrimination and not put an end to it ! After all who says men can't be abused...???? LOL !</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">In my opinion, the Indian government has done enough to support structures for women who want to launch violence or harassment complaints, and make the criminal justice system, particularly the police, more gender sensitive and now its time to wait and watch before passing more judgements in favor of women, lest this law becomes yet another misguided attempt to enact legislation to grant women legal supremacy over men and to create a society where men are deprived of their rights...!!!!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;">for more details :</span> <a href="http://epaper.indianexpress.com/IE/IEH/2010/01/05/ArticleHtmls/05_01_2010_001_005.shtml?Mode=1">http://epaper.indianexpress.com/IE/IEH/2010/01/05/ArticleHtmls/05_01_2010_001_005.shtml?Mode=1</a><br />
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</div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-13097516079775038682009-12-31T02:27:00.003+05:302009-12-31T02:42:08.980+05:30FrOM ThE CLaSSrOOM...<i><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span><b style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></b></span></i><b><span style="color: magenta;">Dedicated to all my teachers til date.</span></b><br />
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<div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">When I last visited my school , I was absolutely amazed to see the gleam in the eyes of my teachers ....they were DELIGHTED ! Their love and affection was gushing out for me and i could actually see it in their eyes...As a student i remember how we were taught to be cultured and well mannered. While in school, we were in awe of our teachers, we loved them , they loved us ...there was an element called respect !<br />
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</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">But, as I set foot in college i realized all in all, there is deterioration in the school and college discipline. We Indians are considered to be cultured and respectful; carrying the treasure of our ancestral values. And here we treat our teachers and professors in the ugliest way. Gone are the days when Eklavya gave away his thumb to his guru without asking any questions. The teacher was then seen as a a parent, a mentor and like a God. Probably that is why students would touch teacher’s feet i guess !Well I am not even advocating a return to those times but today the pendulum has swung far too much away from the authority and respect our teachers command.<br />
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</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">While in school I never even dreamed of even talking back to my teachers, let alone ridiculing them ! Sure we had the odd run-in with them, but students who tried to cross this line of respect were clipped around the ear. In today's world, if a college professor does anything even close to punishing the students that would infringe the little darlings' human rights..!!! I sure have seen many such examples in my 6 years of college life..<br />
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</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">Yes, in today’s era of fast changing values and technology, we as students are getting exposure to many means of education, the media, internet and books to name a few. But that dsnt really undermine the importance of having a teacher or attending classes...does it ?Can a human being be replaced by audio-visual teaching aids?<br />
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True that these aids appeal to the eyes and mind, but at the same time they are so mechanical, emotionless..!!! In contrast, our teachers provide us not only intellectual support but also moral support, ethical values and emotional positivity. <br />
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</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">It disheartens me at times...when i find only a shade of the devotion, respect and duty to the teachers by the students today ... and please even that shade of feeling is not universal..just a few good students here n there ! Leave aside complete submission of one’s ego to the teacher’s will. We find frequent friction and clashes of egos. Perhaps, some where we probably believe we know more than them ! Today, the teacher is perceived as another service provider who gets paid for it...<br />
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</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;">Rude , but yes it is true..we really have forgotten our values and the respect we owe to our teachers...! Though it might be impossible to recreate the situation as of yore, but it is desirable to travel a few steps back...infact essential..<br />
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</div><div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;">For all my fellowmates and friends who read this...spare a moment to think about it ! :) and only when the realization comes from within can the guru shishya relationship be rekindled !<br />
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</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: justify;"><i>P.S - I dnt want to sound like some teachers pet or something , and I am no geek but I decided to write this post when one fine day i had had enuff from the miscreants studying in my college... !!! I hope it helps :D </i><br />
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</div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-22299989857415339742009-12-27T18:24:00.000+05:302009-12-27T18:24:55.585+05:30Turbulent times<i></i><div style="color: #660000;">I guess its time for an update. I’ve been wanting to put up a real post for quite some time now but the things that I do to keep me busy, really do keep me busy….drained rather. No complaints though. Busy is good, right? :)<br />
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<div style="color: purple;"><i>Ever wondered how the general mindset of our generation, keeps changing?</i><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><i>From discussions...the first crush in school, to discussing career paths after school,to discovering friendships and hunting for good boys in college and so on...</i><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><i>Well my latest discovery, and I might be really lame and late in realizing this, is that by the time you are past your mid-20s, all anyone can talk about is Relationships...!!!</i><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><i>Good relationships and Bad relationships.</i><br />
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</div><div style="color: purple;"><i>Who is getting into a relationship and Who just fell out of one.</i><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><i>Why you need to be in relationships and why you are better off without them.</i><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><i>Guys who've been in a dozen relationships since puberty and Girls who havn't seen even one.</i><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><i>Relationships that led to marriages and Relationships that were forged after marriages.</i><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><i>I'm not saying there's anything wrong with all of this. I see everything,i experience everything and I hear everyone.</i><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;"><i> The only hitch is that I look at the mirror and fail to understand - Why am i always in trouble when it comes to such relationships !!!</i><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">Is it a general problem that everyone seems to suffer from or is it something peculiar to me...the question is ...and would always remain...<br />
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</i>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-87443891563956556932009-10-12T02:53:00.000+05:302009-10-12T02:59:15.481+05:30CaN THe HeaRT EveR CeaSE to LOVE...<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span><br />
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</style><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p> </o:p>A break up of any kind of relationship makes a person lose her strength and her self esteem. It's tough to move on with life when you suddenly find yourself unloved and single again...There is so much that keeps you reminding of all that happened..there are shared memories, shared friends, shared traditions and sometimes shared children !</span></m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Spending years away from home in the company of friends had made me some what very demanding ..i mean there was never any option besides keeping in touch always..! Every happening in each others life was always discussed in length ..and in depth...but over a period of time iv realized...There are times you need to let go !!! And letting go does not mean breaking ties..letting go does not mean u stop caring..letting go simply means accepting the fact that the outcome cannot always be in my hands...</span><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today everyone has more "<i>responsibilities</i>" (however you define it), and though news is still shared, it is no longer with the same limitless abandon as before. The ones who were there for me 24/7 no longer seemed to be "on call" for me all the time. Though I know, they are the best on earth ..that I can still count on them, I initially felt hurt by this sudden demotion. For the first time in my life, Iv started thinking twice about calling some close friends for fear of "intruding". I was unhappy about this initially but now i guess..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have finally reached the stage I have dreaded for so long. I have come to accept that frequent and daily communication with close friends is not something which is going to start happening magically by itself. Though it seemed so at some point, just because we are "friends", it does not automatically guarantee constant involvement. Everyone is busy with their own lives. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Maybe this is another symptom of growing up - I don't know. The saddest part is, I no longer feel sad or angered by this realization. Because I myself am "busy" you see... :D<br />
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</div><div align="justify"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Don't get me wrong here. As I have said many times before, <i><span style="color: #660000;">my friends will always be one of the foundations of my life and that is something which will never change</span>.</i> Friendship should grow and evolve as the persons in it grow and evolve - that after all, is a sign of a long-lasting relationship. Well, this knowledge still does not stop me from saying with pride that..</span><br />
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</div><div align="justify"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">That they have continued to be n would always be there for me wenever i want them...just that the scenario has changed...situations have changed...there are other things which are probably keepin us all occupied...n now i think im mature enough to understand this transition n let go... :)</span><br />
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<div align="center"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Life is so hard that if you keep chasing it it will drive you to death ...and Time when pursued like a bandit will behave like one...At some point you have to stop because IT WON'T..you have to admit that you can't catch it..that you 're not supposed to catch it ...at some point u gotta let go...sit still and allow contentment to come to you !!!</span></i><br />
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</div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-63343192045661524462009-09-29T02:56:00.001+05:302009-09-29T03:18:39.250+05:30Too busy to be lonely...?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36CP17hHH5F-z6g5c4Hzl7JULE_1NfVXBqdFNDDHfRxU5CpPMY6a5eDmJH7x-qKlcyDLBpWcjHHru7mm2ZXbmdtYUrpi6dnDKSM6lEQBlm5vUddWsh1MeD15BFthmmUBvUSsfD-2bWRt0/s1600-h/44036imiss1235996338.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36CP17hHH5F-z6g5c4Hzl7JULE_1NfVXBqdFNDDHfRxU5CpPMY6a5eDmJH7x-qKlcyDLBpWcjHHru7mm2ZXbmdtYUrpi6dnDKSM6lEQBlm5vUddWsh1MeD15BFthmmUBvUSsfD-2bWRt0/s200/44036imiss1235996338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386638470297083426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >One question i always wonder about is ...Does everybody get this hollow feeling once in a while ..or am i the only one? N though i know that i am not the only one..it doesn't really provide much solace to me..people say i am very busy all the time...busy to such an extent that the demands of my social net work have started to take their toll on my personal life ! I don't think so ...its not necessary that somebody who's always surrounded by people is never lonely...such people are lonely in their own ways. I do feel lonely at times...but i know how to use it to my advantage...<br />Though it is this very loneliness that brings me closer to my inner self, enhances my thinking ability, helps me analyze the things around me, recognize the world and makes me deep rooted at heart ..it is this very loneliness i dread ! I wonder why somebody said loneliness is godliness... for me its a just a state of conflict in ma mind ...which if allowed to stay for long, can work havoc with my life at least. and so i need to get rid of it ...by keeping my mind as busy as i can ...and besides i enjoy that ..</span><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size:100%;">So for all the people who think i am too busy..to take care of my life n them, Think again<br />May be my minds always engaged in thinking about you !!!!</span><br /></div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-20101345574866173452009-09-24T00:24:00.000+05:302009-09-29T02:48:19.127+05:30Has your bus arrived yet ....?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrl8XPuYXjrcG5jFWk9V6RL1gqfzbb4qRZXyuNC7QsLdj0DdhKkuXts3Z7db13_wrrBtUICG1LsxyFiRZwAh7p7zi46vyjEY3pMcleHUDWZIw1WjLYrK8D2qaebc9muoJ1h3MgNbgWC7Ft/s1600-h/pic-199.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrl8XPuYXjrcG5jFWk9V6RL1gqfzbb4qRZXyuNC7QsLdj0DdhKkuXts3Z7db13_wrrBtUICG1LsxyFiRZwAh7p7zi46vyjEY3pMcleHUDWZIw1WjLYrK8D2qaebc9muoJ1h3MgNbgWC7Ft/s320/pic-199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386630420899001138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >For a change, I am by myself tonight, as Iv been yearning to be for quite some days.. Very recently one of my closest friends got engaged...wondering about the whole sequence of events...i was just thinking....we dnt need to hunt for love, love would find its way to our hearts by itself. Love is just like someone waiting for a bus. ...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >When the bus comes, you look at it and you say to yours</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >elf "ooh...so full....no more available seat". </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"I'll wait for the next one". So you let the bus go and waited for the second bus. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Then the second bus came, you looked at it you say, "eew...this bus is so old...so shabby!" So you let the bus leave and again, decided to wait for the next bus. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >After a while another bus came, it's not crowded, not old but you said, "eeee...not air-conditioned ...better wait for the next one". So again you let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus. Then the sky started to get dark as it is getting late. You panicked and jumped immediately inside the next bus. It is not until much later that you found out that you had boarded the wrong bus! So you wasted your time and energy waiting for what </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >you want! Even if an air-conditioned bus comes, you can't ensure that the air-conditioned bus won't break down ! or whether or not the airconditioner will be too cold for you. So people... wanting to get what you want is not wrong. But it wouldn't hurt to give other person a chance, right? If you find that the "bus" doesn't suit you just press the red button and get off the bus!(as simple as that!) well this was for all the stone hearted people out there ....who just dnt budge from thei</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >r decisions...<br />Hey who said life is fair??? The best thing to do is be observant and open while you scrutinize the bus. If it doesn't suit you, get off. But you must always have an extra something which you could use for the next bu</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >s that comes. But wait........ I'm sure you have this experience before...You saw a bus coming (the bus you want, of course) you flagged it but the driver acted as if he did not see you and zoomed pass you! It just wasn't meant for you! The bottom line is, being loved is like waiting for a bus you want. Getting on the bus and appreciating the bus by giving it a chance depends totally on you! </span><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >If you haven't made any choice, WALK! Walking is like being out of love. The good side of it is you can still choose any bus you w</span></em><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >ant... the rest who couldn't afford another ride would just have to be content with the bus they r</span></em><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >ode on, ugly or not.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >One more thing.... sometimes its better to choose a bus you are already familiar with rather than gamble with a bus that is unfamiliar to you. But then again, life wouldn't be complete without the risks involved. BUT THERE'S ONE BUS THAT I FORGOT TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE BUS THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT FOR...IT WILL JUST STOP ON ITS OWN AND WILL ASK YOU TO COME INSIDE AND TAKE A FREE RIDE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE... i guess ...my friend has finally got his bus... :))</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >"You Never Lose By Loving You Always Lose By Holding Back"</span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >We all are lonely at some point or the other, we all have the urge to be in a relationship... a serious relationship, we want so much to experience the reciprocality of loving and being loved, of sharing the mundane events of everyday life with someone, like washing dishes after d</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >inner or simply curling up on the couch with a book while the other is</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" > wasting time on the internet. <em>Those are the kinds of things that touch my heart: spending time together without having to do anything special, where simply being in each other’s presence is enough.</em> A relationship where the little things are what count the most.. My point, I suppose, is that I am deciding here and now not to worry about it.. I am concentrating on becoming more independent, on becoming more comfortable with myself, and on becoming a woman who can create her own happiness. I won’t say it’s easy; it’s not. The steps that I am taking are very small. But I believe that in accomplishing these sm</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >all tasks, I am slowly becoming the person that I ne</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >ed to be for whoever turns out to be the on</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >e that I decide to share my life with. And that is definitely worth it.I v</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >e learned not to give of myself so easily. I've learned that I</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" > have a lot of love to give, but more importantly I can’t give</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" > it to just anybody..</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" >. </span>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-38628127890336832712009-09-21T07:04:00.000+05:302009-09-20T19:02:09.346+05:30" YOUTH UNITED "<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMdQlkjSZyeJVt9eyGWyxAeFVYb0IZ0V4JhA8TruqVuG_1nWix603knQnPU-Ccj7utD6icovhQDvIXriqvjw0yCOucFy53zVjdU6xlLc8S-1czweuhLehvH0D6O3eeEbdDz9N1mxUXDPm/s1600-h/100_0674.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383534385818503890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMdQlkjSZyeJVt9eyGWyxAeFVYb0IZ0V4JhA8TruqVuG_1nWix603knQnPU-Ccj7utD6icovhQDvIXriqvjw0yCOucFy53zVjdU6xlLc8S-1czweuhLehvH0D6O3eeEbdDz9N1mxUXDPm/s320/100_0674.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Let me first begin by telling you all what youth united is , Youth united is a an NGO that is registered under the societies registration act 1860. i became apart of YU as we call it during my 3rd year of graduation ....till then it was not a big organization...just a handful of students trying to do good to the society each in their own special way ...but today...today YU stands tall as the only NGO in teh country having university students as its members and having chapters in four cities of the country...n i feel very humble to be part of the governing body of YU .</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Well it was one of the routine days...post meeting ...tiredness, exhaustion ..n then suddenly Aman comes up with this idea of sharing our experiences in YU till date..what motivated us to join the organization and why we are here today ! So, here i am letting everybody know what passion i feel for YU. It was durig my 3rd year in college that Vibhor , one of my friends told me about Youth United and the activities it does...i joined...just to oblige him ...just for the sake of doing somethig new and different... In the beginning , the concept did not appeal to me much to be very frank ...i was part of some events like the one held in sec 17 on global warming , n the one held in british library, and the rock n roll workshop...there were times when i felt that the only reason i m holding on to YU is because of my friends who introduced me to it ....it had almost become an obligation ! days passed by ...i often wondered what gud am i doin to this organization ...it was then that i was asked to collect funds for smiling future 1. Trust me people for the first time i did not feel ashamed collecting donations ..the cause was soo noble and for teh ones who attended the event ...it was indeed a touching site ... nothing in the world can beat the satisfaction you derieve by associating yourself with such a cause !It was then that i actually realized Youth United is now a very part of my being. Right from teaching you how to organize an event , manage a team of people, how to interact with people from different walks of life, giving you the opportunity to help needy people and reach out to the masses YU has given me everything that is needed for an overall personality development .I think today i can tell everyone with great pride that i am part of a great organization called YOUTH UNITED. what has kept me bound to this organization for soo long is the attachment i feel with each of the members , the satisfaction i get when ever an event is succesful and whenever we are able to bring a smile on someones face... n yes of course the value additions that i am making to my own personality ... YU to me today is not just an organization on papers its more of A FAMILY ...!!!I really hope all of us realize the noble cause we are all here for , and work with full enthusiasm to 'foster the development of the society , through the power of youth ' as our aim reads ! As for me , i pledge to be a part of this family for all times to come... expecting the same from all of you ..WISHING THE YOUTH UNITED FAMILY GREATER SUCCESS IN FUTURE !!! </span></em></div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-78618940797147889962009-08-16T06:08:00.000+05:302009-09-20T18:59:31.703+05:30LIFE IN CHANDIGARH....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeGGXdqUTq1s3u4SBhZquTkAm_HiP80ZIlR5e9q-XoJtTK0CNync4vUKtkv7B2wLBMxQplikgRi1QZmIzQs2yTcu6d_yeIX71DC7RT1YQOPwR3NPNCDrdpvCFzM4OtucvbrOXP7_DZTMNp/s1600-h/IMG_0555.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383536047411080418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeGGXdqUTq1s3u4SBhZquTkAm_HiP80ZIlR5e9q-XoJtTK0CNync4vUKtkv7B2wLBMxQplikgRi1QZmIzQs2yTcu6d_yeIX71DC7RT1YQOPwR3NPNCDrdpvCFzM4OtucvbrOXP7_DZTMNp/s320/IMG_0555.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">It was the summer of 2004.the results of all the medical entrance exams i had appeared for were out...n i had not achieved what i wanted....my future was dark ! I had no idea what i would do and where i would go...i dint want to waste another year , going over the same buks...i was certain about that ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It was then that i happened to come to chandigarh to seek admission ...B.pharmacy at that time seemed like a very demeaning degree to me...something that probably wasnt meant for a person with my kind of caliber ! a chemist as they said it was.... (of course , my view point changed later...its not cakewalk afterall...)Little did i realize then that this degree would indeed change my life....i dnt remember exactly but it was somewhere in July that we began with the classes....my early experiences were not so gud...we all came from different places...with different backgrounds...with little wilingness to mingle...1st year just flew by...by that time i had learnt a lot..been through a couple of broken friendships, a series of crushes ...and other such things...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It was in second year that I actually found real gems in the form of friends...Life suddenly became so much more interesting...i finally had my own circle of frends, a set of people whom i actually got along with ...people who loved me the way i was...<em>navdeep, aditi, shubham , vibhor, nawab , bhatti...and deepanshu ....</em>these were the people who were goin to be my family for the next couple of years :) Yes , there were many more...aru, <em>lakhu, isha, sonam, dee, pallavi, nisha</em>..and yes a couple of lovely seniors and juniors...!!! NOthing on this earth can ever beat the fun i had with my frends around....Hostel life was fun too....the feeling of being away from home had finally sunk in and i was takin it pretty well.... :) with ppl like....<em>pusu di...mishu....ruchika di...nancy di...</em>hostel life rocked ! It still does....though i miss u ppl ...and by now im completely in love with the city beautiful...and the university...! G<em>raduation was fun...spending sleepless nights rolling on the bed with laughter....the girly talks that would continue for hours...the long hours on phone...the class trips....those bunks...lunches..bday parties...and yes ofcourse... the romance in the air...i miss it all</em> ! had it not been for all the lovely people around me, i never would have had so much fun all my life...</span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Each one of you who has touched my life is special....and treasured !</span></em></strong> </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Thank you for always being there.....<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></div>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517006085170444344.post-73532365482390342462009-08-15T00:57:00.000+05:302009-09-20T19:00:49.232+05:30simply me....<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">Well here's how it goes...il begin wd a lil bt myself....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">1.To begin with I am really very thankful to God for giving me the strength to be the way I am today ….brave …bold…strong!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">2.If after my family I love someone …<span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>I LOVE MY FRENDS</em></span>….ol of them ….school time, college time….and all the others who have touched my life in one way or another!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">3.<em>I believe in love…I believe in love that lasts forever ….</em>and though I am well aware of the fact that when it hurts it hurts like hell …I still believe...It’s a beautiful feeling and is worth all the pain ….I absolutely love being in love…! It’s like an itching about the heart that u cannot scratch..LOL!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">4.I hate being quiet….I love people who keep talking and laughing ….in fact that’s the first thing that I notice about someone …SENSE OF HUMOR ! I really admire intelligent witty people who are good with their words….I dislike people who speak or write bad or grammatically incorrect English</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">5.I can only survive in the company of people who can argue more than me! :P</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">6.If there is one thing in this world that I cannot stand its spiders!!! I m sure I’ve got arachnophobia.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">7.I love being pampered ….:) :) :) I love flowers, chocolates and all the girly stuff in the world..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">8.I hate people who say things that they don’t mean...I hate people who don’t value and care for relationships...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">9.I believe in God, and the fact that he is always there to take care of me… I believe everything that happens, happens for a reason which we realize sometime later!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">10.I have no regrets in life…whatsoever …I v never really done anything in life that I am really sorry for (I think so !)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">11.I think when u r in love for the first time it makes u feel really silly… u r heart beats so fast that It might just jump out of u r chest, all the romantic movies suddenly start making sense and though hard to admit it does make u some sort of pervert ! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">12.I’ve been staying away from home for the past….6 years now…n though I miss staying at home, at the same time I love hostel life! I have enjoyed every moment of my life here in the univ. like crazy….but I miss u aditi :(</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">13.I love competing…but only healthy competition…I love being in the limelight (almost everybody does) and I do get upset when I lose (which I believe is fairly human!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">14.I love studying ….since childhood :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">15.I cry a lot! But I never cry in front of anyone….</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">16.My favorite quote… “Anyone can catch your eye…but it takes someone special to catch your heart…” ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">17.I have this habit of getting obsessed with songs I like n then writing down their lyrics n reading them over n over again…….till they v settled inside me! Right now….ye dooriyan …..(love aj kal !)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">18.The reason why I am writing this is because I was getting really bored……</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">19.What I expect …pls read it and leave back comments :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;">20.What’s on my mind next…i want to write more and more.......</span>PaRUL SooDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07872297207722966526noreply@blogger.com10