<?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-3949332434299189183</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:11:15.793-08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='knowledge'/><category term='poem'/><category term='memory'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='short trip'/><category term='intro'/><category term='awareness'/><title type='text'>What's Cooking????</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog showcasing the various dishes cooked by my mind....my experiences, my opinions, my observations!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.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-3949332434299189183.post-3741429375480718329</id><published>2011-12-02T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:06:57.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Some Really Hilarious Jokes :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This one i had posted as my fb status two days back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhLjf8gEC-4/TtjndgmJDTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/67mlce-Qp5o/s1600/slap.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhLjf8gEC-4/TtjndgmJDTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/67mlce-Qp5o/s320/slap.JPG" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Mom: Beta Khana Khayega?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Beta: Na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Mom: Laddu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Beta: Na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ice Cream?&lt;br /&gt;Beta: Na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Bilkul Sharad Pawar Pe Gaya Hai tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;THAPPAD Hi Khayega...... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;And these are some more(also very cool)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuUsSmnntQ8/TtjtM_gMpCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gsHzQCgRT-U/s1600/man-in-fridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuUsSmnntQ8/TtjtM_gMpCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gsHzQCgRT-U/s320/man-in-fridge.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Bhoot 1: Tum kaise maare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Bhoot 2: Thand se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhoot 1: Aur tum??&lt;br /&gt;Bhoot 2: Sharam se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhoot 1: Wo kaise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Bhoot 2: Biwi pe shak tha, sara ghar dhund daala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lekin koi nahi mila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Bhoot 1: Saale refrigerator dekh leta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Toh dono bach jaate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bndestem.nl/multimedia/archive/01204/plasser_1204762a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.bndestem.nl/multimedia/archive/01204/plasser_1204762a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Gaon me Bijli aane wali thi, isliye sab log Bahut Khush the.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Gaon ka ek Kutta bhi Bahut Khush tha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Sab ne poochha: Tu kyun Khush hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Wo bola: Bijli aayengi to Khambe bhi Lagenge na... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/antonbrand/antonbrand1104/antonbrand110400220/9334803-cartoon-girl-using-a-mobile-phone-isolated-on-white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/antonbrand/antonbrand1104/antonbrand110400220/9334803-cartoon-girl-using-a-mobile-phone-isolated-on-white.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Girl :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Mujhe ek msg 40 logo ko bhejna hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;toh kaise bheju?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Care: Kya msg hai ?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &amp;nbsp;Hi Janu, I have no balance,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;plz 100 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;ka rechrage karva do.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS REAL TENSION?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ek Khoobsurat Ladki ne Aapse Lift Maangi,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Raaste mein Uski Tabiyat Kharab ho gayi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Aap U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;sse Hospital le gaye...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Doctor Bola: Aap Baap Banne&amp;nbsp;Wale Ho!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;Aap Bole: Main Iska Baap Nhi&amp;nbsp;Hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;Phir Ladki Boli: Yahi Iska Baap&amp;nbsp;hai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;Police Aayi, Apka Medical&amp;nbsp;Check-up hua.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;Report aayi: Aap Kabhi&amp;nbsp;Baap Hi Nhi Ban Sakte!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;Aapne Ladki se Peecha Chhootne ke Liye Thank God Kaha,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Aur Nikal Liye,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Phiir socha yeh-:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"GHAR PE JO 2 BACCHE HAIN, VO KISKE HAIN?? :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is Real Tension..&lt;/b&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 14px;"&gt;LOLz.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-3741429375480718329?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3741429375480718329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-really-hilarious-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/3741429375480718329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/3741429375480718329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-really-hilarious-jokes.html' title='Some Really Hilarious Jokes :)'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhLjf8gEC-4/TtjndgmJDTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/67mlce-Qp5o/s72-c/slap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-5375225546220986428</id><published>2011-11-07T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:14:34.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Seva (Volunteer Work)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yo, i just returned yesterday after meeting Guruji in Barackpore's Mahasatsang. It was a simply fabulous experience(a first of its kind) where 30 of us from ISM went on a one-day bus ride to meet our beloved Guruji. &amp;nbsp;Apart from the obvious fun-n-frolic, i can't tell how much sattva(merit) i must have earned because of this one trip. (I could feel it during my meditations during and past the event ;) What can be a bigger seva than taking devotees to their Guru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seva was what Guruji talked about during his discourse in the mahasatsang. He told &lt;b&gt;Seva is what you do when you feel that connection with the Divine. When you feel that oneness with God, you automatically tend to do something beneficial for His people.&lt;/b&gt; I felt so proud on hearing this because it made me confident of my Bhakti(a virtue thats no so easy to cultivate). Volunteer work is my passion and comes very naturally to me, and equally natural and suttle is my proud connection with the master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Really, i'm soaked in full gratitude as i write this post as i'm feeling very fortunate to have got so many good opportunities to serve people in the past, present and even the future to come. Yo Guruji, Thank you so much... You rock!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLG6SK3gTUc/TrgQmbZbl3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GVB2pplJQYM/s1600/g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLG6SK3gTUc/TrgQmbZbl3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GVB2pplJQYM/s320/g.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JGD.... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-5375225546220986428?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5375225546220986428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/seva-volunteer-work.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/5375225546220986428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/5375225546220986428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/seva-volunteer-work.html' title='Seva (Volunteer Work)'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLG6SK3gTUc/TrgQmbZbl3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GVB2pplJQYM/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-6042537910834008910</id><published>2011-09-18T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T11:55:54.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>My DSN experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Since the past two weeks i have been working for organizing YES!+ DSN in Dhanbad. So while working i was reminded of my first DSN which i did about one and a half years back with Rajesh bhaiya in Ranchi. What an unexpected course it was..!! The first bomb that was dropped on all of us was that the course got extended by one day. Imagine people had come from different cities adjusting their schedule booking their tickets and all. And suddenly we were told to change it all. Very uncomfortable situation! Yet all but one successfully went through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Rajesh bhaiya arrived, he scared us all off with a non-smiling face(not at all typical of him). Aisa gazab ka dara diya tha bhaiya ne with the kind of punishments he used to give. Doosro ko punishment me dekhte hue hi apni fat jaati thi. But uss darr k saath-saath knowledge ka jo dose milta tha, that too with its real-life implementation, that is truly indescribable. Aur saath me jo masti hoti thi, subhan aalah!! The amount of dancing and bonding that happened was beyond all my expectations. I had never thought ki Art of Living course me itna nachaaya ja sakta hai, vo bhi bhajans pe nahi.. dhinchak filmy gaano pe! And i had also never thought ki ek anjaan shehar me jaakar jahaan main kisiko nahi jaanta, i'll develop such deep bonds that i can't ever break throughout my life. As i write this experience am actually feeling very overwhelmed, quite similar to what i felt while doing the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happened after the course is history. I single-handedly introduced YES!+ in my college ISM Dhanbad with a grand course of 108 participants. Obviously i took help from my juniors and seniors who were somewhat related to AOL. But 108 is a big number and i feel proud of myself for organizing that course. First day when the course was about to start i got a call from Rajesh Bhaiya himself to congratulate me on my success. I remember his words, "You have done so good that i had no choice but to call you." Tears of gratitude fell down my eyes. He also told me to share my experience in YES!+ Delhi pages so that they can also get inspired by my story. Though very late, but am implementing what he asked me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Rajesh bhaiya(and of course Guruji) for changing my life with your love..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oiL8YG27zQQ/TnY-vDqXAxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-CtL-DFvyxQ/s1600/290889_192634517469707_100001694795182_550209_1620610_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oiL8YG27zQQ/TnY-vDqXAxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-CtL-DFvyxQ/s320/290889_192634517469707_100001694795182_550209_1620610_o.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JGD :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-6042537910834008910?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6042537910834008910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-dsn-experience.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/6042537910834008910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/6042537910834008910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-dsn-experience.html' title='My DSN experience'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oiL8YG27zQQ/TnY-vDqXAxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-CtL-DFvyxQ/s72-c/290889_192634517469707_100001694795182_550209_1620610_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-3626624249640880342</id><published>2011-08-06T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:45:01.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I just got the news of my maasi's death from my mother. I was obviously shocked to hear. But i used the knowledge about death given by Guruji during Pitaji's death and was able to stay calm, much more calm than i was when i learnt about my grandfather's death which is the last death of a closed one that i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite close to her and shared an extremely friendly relationship with her. In my childhood i used to call her informally saying "tu" and thus our relationship had no respect-related issues. It is pretty obvious that i'm extremely sad at her death and will miss her immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Bangalore when Pitaji expired and thus clearly remember the lessons given by Guruji at that time about death. One of those lessons was to take even death as a celebration in the sense that one person has completed the journey of this lifetime successfully and another one was to meditate as a means of mourning&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; As soon as i kept my mother's phone down, i told my friend about the loss and then sat down to meditate for few minutes. Few moments of silence was all i could offer her after she had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no purpose of getting sad as my sadness could not bring her back to life. But at the same time it is humanly impossible to be joyful at such moments. And so i decided to dive fully into the grief all at once instead of trying to be happy momentarily for the time being and then taking this pain later in instalments. By doing this its not that i won't remember her later, but i think its better to cry it all out so that you are able to move on with your routine life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guruji had also told to take any death you come across as a realization of the ultimate truth of life, Death.&lt;br /&gt;One moment a person is a normal breathing-walking-talking human being and next moment he is just a body having all the biological parts that a living person has, but still not alive. What is it that goes missing from the body at that moment of death? What is that life force which distinguishes the living from the death?&lt;br /&gt;Staying with these questions is all that is required to change the life's perspective and to cross to the other shore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-3626624249640880342?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3626624249640880342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2011/08/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/3626624249640880342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/3626624249640880342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2011/08/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-9221114742259821108</id><published>2011-06-30T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:18:44.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Dr. Humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not talking about any humorous and funny doctor &amp;nbsp;here. Its just that i have got into the habit of addressing people and things as "doctor" ever since i have made my mind to do Ph.D after my post-graduation in management. ;) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaise, if we think from another angle, humour can very well be considered as a doctor because humour is very effective in changing our attitude towards problems and thus is of great aid in solving those problems. It is very obvious that if we take any adverse situation in good spirits, we get into a much better state of mind so as to deal with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if someone insults me in front of a huge crowd, i have two options- either i can take it on my heart and feel very bad about it or i can simply give a humorous reply to the person, thus saving my grace and at the same time freeing my mind from the negative post-effects of the insult. And if i choose the second option, i become a "Verito Man" &amp;nbsp;(Refer the new advertisement of Mahindra Verito below..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/VOwR4ZC41QA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VOwR4ZC41QA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VOwR4ZC41QA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this was a bad joke ;) :P&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes too many of such poor jokes cause irritation instead of humour. And we all have atleast one person in our lives who irritates so much with bad humour that it is difficult to tolerate him even for one minute. (I use "him" because usually it is an irritating &lt;b&gt;boy&lt;/b&gt;) Such people spoil the whole flavour of humour and consequently people get so pissed off with humour and light-heartedness that they stop smiling at all and have a continuous grin on the face. This is not a sign of good living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humour is essential for a happy and fulfilling life. That is why, it is good to encourage few moments of light-heartedness amidst working on a serious project. This helps in creating a relaxed mindset which is essential for making right decisions and doing right actions, thereby maximizing the working&amp;nbsp;efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aN_s4rVfUkE/Tg1l_DRC3CI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DjBZS73svEo/s1600/Smiley_Face.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aN_s4rVfUkE/Tg1l_DRC3CI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DjBZS73svEo/s200/Smiley_Face.png" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, smile and be free!!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jayant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-9221114742259821108?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/9221114742259821108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2011/06/dr-humour.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/9221114742259821108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/9221114742259821108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2011/06/dr-humour.html' title='Dr. Humour'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aN_s4rVfUkE/Tg1l_DRC3CI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DjBZS73svEo/s72-c/Smiley_Face.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-2007651657734982123</id><published>2010-12-22T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:31:22.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>One Good Thing Leads To Another</title><content type='html'>Yes i had heard this proverb before also but today i actually experienced this happen to me. Its actually a very small instance and it may seem stupid to even write on blog. But i think that this observation made a difference to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing... Actually for the past 10-12days i was a little pissed off with myself. I had got my best friend Rahul terribly wounded, about which i was feeling really bad. What also pinched me were my growing&amp;nbsp;unhygienic&amp;nbsp;habits. I was keeping my room utterly untidy. I didn't even use to clean my bed before going to sleep. My room smelled of rat's shit. All my winter clothes were dirty and i didn't care for giving them to&amp;nbsp;laundry. My bathing frequency had decreased drastically. I had even become irregular with my kriya. I was having a tough time with few of my group members at the ongoing survey camp. I had got scolded by a prof for bad performance in his subject's end-sem exam. I was informed that i'll have to cancel my trip to bangalore as the scheduled viva on 2nd jan was not getting postponed. Overall speaking, nothing seemed to be going right for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However today when i was returning after doing the survey task, i accompanied Rahul to the main gate and just hung out. It felt good to see his recovery and regaining lost terms with him after the accident. And then, as the title of this post says, one good thing led to another. I returned to my room and kept water for heating so that i can take bath, went to the&amp;nbsp;laundry&amp;nbsp;to give dirty clothes and take back the washed ones. After bathing and wearing cleaned clothes after a reasonable time gap, i even felt like meditating, which i wasn't feeling like doing since the past few days. So i did my kriya and had quite healthy dinner, after which i watched an episode of the vampire diaries. And now here i am all set to go to sleep, even before 11pm. I hope this series of good things will continue with me getting up early tomorrow and cleaning up the rest of my room( i have already cleaned my bed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that these series of good and bad things would continue throughout my life. But what i have realized is that bad things are just a doorway for good things to happen. The pinch or learning experience that we get from the bad things ultimately leads to a good thing, after which more good things follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Enough said for now. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-2007651657734982123?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2007651657734982123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-good-thing-leads-to-another.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/2007651657734982123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/2007651657734982123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-good-thing-leads-to-another.html' title='One Good Thing Leads To Another'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-5054127295193793879</id><published>2010-07-16T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:22:09.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Some ISM Seniors who touched my life...</title><content type='html'>Ever since i have entered second year, i have been condemning my decision of taking admission in ISM Dhanbad. Following are the names of some seniors whom i met here in this college and meeting whom makes me feel less bad about my decision of joining ISM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;b&gt;Vikas Mitruka&lt;/b&gt;: He was the first senior in ISM whom i developed affection for. His cool and helpful attitude has always attracted me. In my two years of knowing him, what i have liked the most about him is his commitment and enthusiasm towards everything he chooses to do. At present, i have developed tremendous amount of love and respect for him. He's one person with whom i can talk in a very free and frank way without any senior-junior obligations and yet there's total value for the few words of guidance and help that he provides me. Yes, its true that he gets a little sentimental, when it comes to girls and to the future of his dual degree branch. However, this small fact doesn't stop me from adoring him as one of my most favorite seniors. I joined FFI, an organization which i never really liked, just to increase my interaction with him. although this effort of mine didn't yield the desired fruit as our teams were different in FFI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;b&gt;Dheeraj Kumar Jha&lt;/b&gt;: I came close to him as a consequence of my decision to join FFI. As I mentioned, Vikas Mitruka and myself were in different teams and this guy(Dheeraj Kumar Jha) came up as the leader for my team, Blood Line. I had first seen him as the secretary of FFI, thanking the motivational speakers who had bored me to death in a blood donation awareness programme. My second encounter happened with him in my 3rd sem in a debate of Environmental Department Eco Club, for which he won the first prize. It was then when i got really impressed by his speaking skills. Finally during my work with him in the Blood Line team, I explored many things about him like his deep interest in the field of mining, his heartfelt concern towards social issues and his strong urge to contribute to the society. He is so ideal that it is difficult to believe that he actually exists. I was actually surprised to see his fun side in his photos on facebook coz in my personal experience with him, he has always been Mr. Responsible and Mr. Punctual. This person commands respect and deserves every single bit of it. I seriously am greatly inspired by this great personality, who is referred to as "Dheeraj Ji" even by his batchmates and it would be indeed am achievement for me if i am able to gain even a few of his qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;b&gt;Satya Prakash&lt;/b&gt;: I met him first as the face of Kartavya, totally dedicated and committed to the noble task. One day, while doing some Kartavya work in his room, I saw Guruji's photo kept over his CPU box. I felt good to know about one more person in ISM, who's a part of the Art of Living family. However, i didn't speak to him at all about it. Then after a year or so, when i was having great trouble booking a venue in college for its first YES!+, i was reminded of him and i gave him a call. Within no time, he figured out a solution and implemented it too all by himself, taking all the burden off my shoulder. Thus, we were able to have the memorable first YES!+ of ISM Dhanbad with Akhilesh Parmanu in February this year. This marked the beginning of our bonding. After this, whenever Parmanu bhaiya used to come, he used to show his amazing hospitality and care. He used to treat us all on outings despite being low on funds. I then developed huge amount of sincere respect for him and began acknowledging the value of his tremendous help and co-operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;b&gt;Nikesh Murjani &amp; Ayush Bafna&lt;/b&gt;: These were among the first seniors who knew me by name and whose phone numbers i had. They belonged to my KFT(Kartavya Finanance Team) phylum and i enjoyed a lot while working with them during me 2nd sem. I felt really bad when they left the team in July upon entering their third year. They were extremely hard-working and organized in their work, a perfect blend of dedication and professionalism. They were so easy-to-access and so open to suggestions that it was really comfortable to work with them. The best thing was that despite being so much work-oriented, they were really fun-to-be-around and guiding seniors for me personally. I really learnt a lot from them. Infact, whatever skills or talent that i have at present, related to KFT work, is attributed to these two people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;b&gt;Amit Joshi &amp; Shalabh Malik&lt;/b&gt;: These two took over KFT after those two left. And these two were complete opposites of their previous counterparts. They seemed to have a casual and laid back attitude towards work, but still they effectively managed to get all the work done. They gave full freedom to the juniors to do whatever they wanted to do. This freedom made me grow by leaps and bounds in a very short period of time. They were also fun-to-be-around and easy-to-access. While working with them, I grew quite close to both of them individually and can now share anything and everything with them. I call Shalabh whenever i have to ask anything related to my branch and he provides me extremely good assistance each and every time. We both share common hatred for our branch and keep criticizing it openly and publicly. With Amit, i have an informal bond and sort-of-friendship which i cherish from the bottom of my heart. I had never thought that i would have such good relations with these two people when i had first met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; The list is over... I had never thought that i would ever make such a list of seniors when i had newly joined the college. Infact, at that time i used to get extremely irritated on seeing or even hearing about seniors. I hated to even call them "sir" and it really pissed me off when my first year roomie Rohit Goyal grew so-very "seniorholic". &lt;br /&gt;I am surprised to see how my thinking and attitude has changed in due course of time. Time indeed is very powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-5054127295193793879?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5054127295193793879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-ism-seniors-who-touched-my-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/5054127295193793879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/5054127295193793879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-ism-seniors-who-touched-my-life.html' title='Some ISM Seniors who touched my life...'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-8766038573558916747</id><published>2010-05-03T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:12:53.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Essay by a kid..</title><content type='html'>Just got this amazing e-mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A teacher from Primary School asks her students to write an essay about what they would like God to do for them. At the end of the day while marking the essays, she read one that made her very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, who had just walked in, saw her crying and asked her, "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;She answered, "Read this. It's one of my students' essay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O God, tonight I ask you something very special: Make me into a television. I want to take its place. Live like the TV in my house. Have my own special place, and have my family around ME. To be taken seriously when I talk.... I want to be the centre of attention and be heard without interruptions or questions. I want to receive the same special care that the TV receives when it is not working. Have the company of my dad when he arrives home from work, even when he is tired. And I want my mom to want me when she is sad and upset, instead of ignoring me... And... I want my brothers to fight to be with me... I want to feel that family just leaves everything aside, every now and then, just to spend some time with me. And last but not least make it that I can make them all happy and entertain them...&lt;br /&gt;Lord I don't ask you for much... I just want to live like every TV.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment the husband said, "My God, poor kid! What horrible parents!"&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at him and said, "That essay is our son's!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wake-up call for all parents, teachers and society in general..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the kids are urged to talk- be intelligent, smart, bright..&lt;br /&gt;And then..&lt;br /&gt;they are asked to shut them up, ripping them off their naturalnesss....&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DO THIS WITH ANY CHILD... Never put cold water on anybody's enthusiasm, especially children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-8766038573558916747?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8766038573558916747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/essay-by-kid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8766038573558916747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8766038573558916747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/05/essay-by-kid.html' title='Essay by a kid..'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-2256931088448441682</id><published>2010-03-28T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:26:00.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>मेरा प्यार</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJayant%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJayant%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJayant%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt; 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font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This was written by me about 2 years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;तुमसे ही दिल लगाना है,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;तुमको ही अपना बनाना है, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;तुम चाहे मानो लाख बुरा....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;हमने तो तुमको ही चाहना है!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;हर मोड़ पे तुम्हे ही सताना है,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;बात-बात पे तुम्हे ही चि&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;ड़I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;ना&amp;nbsp; है &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;बिन बात के तुमसे झग&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;ड़&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;ना भी...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;तुमसे ही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; बात करने का बहाना है!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;दोस्ती का मतलब तुमसे ही जाना है,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;ज़िन्दगी का पाठ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;भी तुम्हे &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;ही सिखाना है,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;और भी तो बहुत कुछ बाकी है...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;अभी तुमसे पीछा नहीं छुड़ाना है!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Do comment if you  like it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-2256931088448441682?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2256931088448441682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/03/hindi-poem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/2256931088448441682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/2256931088448441682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/03/hindi-poem.html' title='मेरा प्यार'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-2622216557507355977</id><published>2010-03-27T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:15:01.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Past &amp; Present "Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;(A new poem written by me... It is my assessment of myself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S66RtE-j8hI/AAAAAAAAADg/hhiySsxCHRQ/s1600/Past-present-future.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Few years back, I was just like a very small sapling....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S66TTDBaSrI/AAAAAAAAADo/c-_8DySUk64/s1600/sapling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S66TTDBaSrI/AAAAAAAAADo/c-_8DySUk64/s200/sapling.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;My life didn't seem to have any proper direction,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was constantly trying to only "capture" perfection.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never did i realize relativity of all the judgements,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In this quest, i sacrificed my very own sentiments.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I kept worrying about opinions of people around,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanted to be part of the so-called "cool crowd".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All my decisions used to flicker every moment,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had absolutely no  idea how life was to spent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S66TXRwGC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/f4ZWAixvfl4/s1600/tree.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But now, You have nurtured me to be this tall tree..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S66TXRwGC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/f4ZWAixvfl4/s1600/tree.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S66TXRwGC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/f4ZWAixvfl4/s200/tree.png" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That now i can offer my shade even to others,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and can treat them just like my own brothers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My problems have become so small and few,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every event of life seems just so fresh and new.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have now rightly understood the ultimate truth of life,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that has completely resolved my each and every strife.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your love has made me re-discover the true "me",&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;who can comfortably act foolishly and be FREE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hope the readers like it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-2622216557507355977?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2622216557507355977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/03/past-present-me-self-composed-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/2622216557507355977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/2622216557507355977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/03/past-present-me-self-composed-poem.html' title='Past &amp; Present &quot;Me&quot;'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S66TTDBaSrI/AAAAAAAAADo/c-_8DySUk64/s72-c/sapling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-2254728845907698459</id><published>2010-03-20T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:57:37.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Sutta v/s. Kriya</title><content type='html'>I have often observed the tendencies of the smokers in my hostel. What i was astonished to see was that every smoker invites all other smokers around whenever he wishes to go down to the mess for smoking cigarettes. Most of them usually smoke in group, as if it gives them a greater high when done in group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now group smoking reminds me of Group Kriya, that we(YES!+ gang of ISM) do in the Yoga Centre everyday. Not that both give the same experience. The mental state achieved after Sudershan Kriya can never be matched even with smoking 100 cigarettes continuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S6WZC4GypqI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw3GW-oODis/s1600-h/smoking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S6WZC4GypqI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw3GW-oODis/s320/smoking.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really bothers me is the fact that smoking has started being considered&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;a&lt;b&gt; "cool" thing to do&lt;/b&gt;. Nobody hesitates or feels shy in asking people around to smoke. But this is not the case with Kriya. Whenever someone sitting with friends leaves for doing kriya, he usually apologetically says, "&lt;i&gt;Main na zara kriya kar ke aata hun&lt;/i&gt;", as if he's committing a crime by doing something related to meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mental attitude of the &lt;b&gt;"good" people&lt;/b&gt; is the biggest problem of the world today. "Good" people, though they comprise 99.99% of the people of this world, are often heard saying, "&lt;i&gt;Aajkal acche log bache hi nahi hai duniya me&lt;/i&gt;." I mean how can you say such a line when majority of the people in the world are good at heart. This is because "good" people always feel shy and hesitant to do "good things", they &lt;b&gt;just think goody-goody and never implement something good&lt;/b&gt;. Whenever the time of implementation comes, they get caught up in their more important priorities like "&lt;i&gt;bhaiya ki shaadi&lt;/i&gt;" or "&lt;i&gt;taking a family member to the doctor&lt;/i&gt;". They are never able to take out time to do noble work from their "busy schedule" of reading newspapers, gossiping and doing "job assignments" among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the &lt;b&gt;"bad" people&lt;/b&gt;, lets say terrorists, &lt;b&gt;are totally committed to do their destructive work. &lt;/b&gt;Whenever a terrorist is called for an attack, he never says ki "&lt;i&gt;Mujhe bhaiya ki shaadi me jaana hai&lt;/i&gt;" or "&lt;i&gt;Maine apni wife ko doctor ke pass le jaana hai&lt;/i&gt;". The bad people never leave any opportunity of doing bad work. They don't just think "bad" but also actually implement their "bad" intentions. That is why these 0.01% people of the world make us feel that the world is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mental attitude of the "good" people needs to be changed. Talking about college and kriya, when people can smoke, drink and take drugs publicly, then why should one hesitate to meditate, which is a very good thing to do and everyone, including smokers, know that. It is your own personal attitude that makes something you do cool or uncool. When you go for kriya, your attitude should be like "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Main kriya karne ja rha hun. Tu bhi chal. Aankhe band karke baithiyo thodi der. Tera bhi kuch acha ho jaega!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S6WWJiM7zWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/B-bZ6Xy63Ps/s1600-h/meditation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S6WWJiM7zWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/B-bZ6Xy63Ps/s400/meditation.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an appeal from my side to all the "good" people that please start implementing your "good" thoughts in life and don't just continue to think and never act. Because even small &lt;b&gt;"actions" can make a big difference&lt;/b&gt; while big-big "thoughts", if not acted upon are totally useless and of no consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you wish to learn the miraculous sudershan kriya and experience the "high" which is beyond all cigarettes and drugs, then please &lt;i&gt;register yourself for the next YES!+ of ISM from 5th-11th April.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The lifetime registration fees of YES!+ is Rs.3000 which is far cheaper than smoking expenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In a month, a smoker usually spends about Rs. 1500 on cigarettes(average 10 cigarettes per day) and Rs. 500 on "&lt;i&gt;daaru parties&lt;/i&gt;". This expenditure of Rs.2000 per month is reasoned to simply experience a "momentarily high" or to release "daily-life stresses".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With sudershan kriya, you get a much bigger and a &lt;b&gt;permanent "high" in your mental state&lt;/b&gt; and of course you are also able to &lt;b&gt;completely flush out all your stress and negative emotions&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So which is a cheaper bet? &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rs. 3000 for lifetime good or Rs.2000 per month of no good?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-2254728845907698459?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2254728845907698459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/03/sutta-vs-kriya.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/2254728845907698459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/2254728845907698459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/03/sutta-vs-kriya.html' title='Sutta v/s. Kriya'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S6WZC4GypqI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uw3GW-oODis/s72-c/smoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-193707290679983008</id><published>2010-02-27T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:24:29.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Having Confidence...</title><content type='html'>Confidence is defined as the ability to make a fool of oneself in front of others and be comfortable about it. I realized that i have got this ability 110% when i gave a seductive dance performance on the song "Zara Zara Touch Me" in front of few of my friends and made a total fool of myself. I definitley can make a total jackass of myself in front of any number of people, without getting affected by the thought "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What will they think about me?&lt;/span&gt;" That i how i am able to be my natural self and am able to be free from almost all types of stress and tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered upon my past life and realized that i was the complete opposite of this a few years ago. I used to devote all my time and planning just to impress others. I am astonished by the kind of change that has come into me just by a little change in my attitude. It is rightly said that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the quality of your life depends entirely on the state of your mind&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have totally come over the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabse badha rog "Kya Kahenge Log".&lt;/span&gt; I don't give a damn to what people think about me and do whatever i want to do. I really cherish this freedom to do what i feel like doing without getting biased by people's opinions. This doesn't mean that i don't listen to genuine advices that i get from my good friends. This just implies that i don't become a football of the momentarily opinions of people who don't matter. I have realized the nature of opinions is to continuously change with every moment and i can't base my life on these mere "thoughts" of people or even my own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even my thoughts and feelings fluctuate a lot. But i have the knowledhe that i can't implement all my thoughts. For example, if i get the feeling of eating home-made Rajma Chawal in the middle of my class, i won't go all the way to Delhi for implementation of my thought. My commitment of sitting in the class for the full duration is bigger than the small thought of my mind of eating Rajma-Chawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words have been fully inscribed in my mind are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thoughts come, Thoughts go... My commitment is ROCK SOLID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Feelings come, Feelings go... My decision is ROCK SOLID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Opinions come, Opinions go... I AM ROCK SOLID!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person or event can ever shake me, nothing can dare to touch or even come near to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who i am&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing can touch my being. My self. That which can't be tamed in any way...&lt;br /&gt;I am THAT. I am THAT. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO-HUM.. SO-HUM&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Guru Dev!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jayant Nasa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-193707290679983008?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/193707290679983008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/02/having-confidence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/193707290679983008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/193707290679983008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/02/having-confidence.html' title='Having Confidence...'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-6211025262059095505</id><published>2010-01-10T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:33:07.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The Overwhelming Memory...</title><content type='html'>I suppose this incident was after 1-2 months of me joining my new college ISM Dhanbad. I was returning from the computer centre. And a senior called me by my name(that was surprising because at that time, i didn't have any contacts with seniors). He asked me how i was and how college life was going. I was really touched by his concerned voice. Since the time my parents had left me in the hostel, i hadn't heard such words of care or concern from anyone. College life that time was full of formal relationships and no deep-rooted friendships had developed. Seniors seemed to have no other job other than molesting/abusing the first years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, on my way back to hostel from the computer centre, tears came into my eyes. I didn't know who he was and i till today have no idea of his identity. But the experience of interacting with him is still fresh in my memory. I treasure such experiences of happiness which make me cry. Ironical, but makes me feel very good. I have cried such tears of happiness few times in the past and i remember all such times-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when my first entrance exam result was out and i got selected.&lt;br /&gt;2. when i got selected in iit-jee extended list despite my little preparation.&lt;br /&gt;3. when i finally qualified iit-jee in my second attempt.&lt;br /&gt;4. when i saw the success satsang of UTSAH-2008 organized by me.&lt;br /&gt;5. when i met my father on the station after returning from Dhanbad for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;6. when that angel met my outside the computer centre(as mentioned above)&lt;br /&gt;7. when i finally secured an 8 pointer in my second semester exam after my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always cherish these memories throughout my life and would strive towards creating more such memories. And i would specially like to thank that angel(college senior) who gave me one such overwhelming memory during my lonely time of college life. He surely seems like an angel who was sent by Guruji just to give me this memory to cherish upon.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-6211025262059095505?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6211025262059095505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/01/overwhelming-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/6211025262059095505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/6211025262059095505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2010/01/overwhelming-memory.html' title='The Overwhelming Memory...'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-4533911533878293387</id><published>2009-12-29T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:35:15.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Reflections-2009</title><content type='html'>Reflections.... Seems like the name of a fest na? I'm actually pondering over this last year of my life. What a year!!! Seriously, 2009 has been the most eventful year of my life so far. I didn't realize how quickly and smoothly it passed away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/SzpE_ZtONtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B2iyCdvoXcA/s1600-h/dineshstavanger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/SzpE_ZtONtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B2iyCdvoXcA/s320/dineshstavanger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420720957516822226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year started in the B'lore Ashram with the completion of my first advanced course, YES!++ with Dinesh Bhaiya and is ending with the completion of another advanced course(my second) here in Janak Puri with Gaurav Bhaiya. With these two advanced courses, i'm eligible to become a Blesser(which i'll definitely become in the next two years). Between these courses, my life has been like a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, i went to IT-BHU to celebrate my friend Ajay's birthday and to attend their annual cultural fest. This was the time when i started blogging. Time flew fast to February when i went to Ranchi for a weekend for volunteering to organize UTSAV with Guruji there, which was followed by my brother's wedding on the most romantic day of the year, February 14. These were also the two months when i religiously followed my new year resolution of staying off-sugar and off-maida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mid-semesters passed in March and i was back in Delhi to celebrate Holi. This called in for breaking my new year resolution. April witnessed increase in my interest for a college society called KARTAVAYA. Then the summer vacations arrived. In May-June, i was officially doing my training in WCL, Nagpur. But actually, i was in Delhi the whole time(except a week or so... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training certi laane k liye mine manger ko shakl to dikhaani thi na?? &lt;/span&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;In Delhi, i spent most of my time having loads of fun while organizing courses in various parts of Delhi. This brought back some of the old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daant-fatkar&lt;/span&gt; from home which had been lost since i had moved to hostel. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life became extremely busy with the commencement of college in July. Within no time, i found myself pre-occupied with lot of volunteer work for college societies KARTAVAYA and BLOOD LINE. This was when i realized my passion for volunteer work. In Delhi, it was mainly for ART OF LIVING but now i had expanded my seva to other organizations as well. This semester also saw me watching movies and TV series like never before. I was unable to realize how i could get time for each and everything apart from studies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/SzpCszJJqoI/AAAAAAAAACI/5q5YyVPP0Ig/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/SzpCszJJqoI/AAAAAAAAACI/5q5YyVPP0Ig/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420718438904081026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children at KARTAVAYA Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During my mid-sems in September, i found myself overloaded with Kartavaya work and i decided to reduce my load after DP vacations(Sept-Oct), during which i went to Andaman Islands with my family. Had lots of fun there. Semester continued with ISM-IIT Campaign, excursions and project works. In the end, i improved a little in my studies before the end-semester exams in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/SzpGfeE-9AI/AAAAAAAAACg/AWz2W8fqgws/s1600-h/blood+line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/SzpGfeE-9AI/AAAAAAAAACg/AWz2W8fqgws/s320/blood+line.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420722607957668866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December i organized a Blood Donation Camp and a Nukkad Nakat on 1st December(World AIDS Day), which was my biggest contribution to Blood Line. Finally after another set of excursions and viva-voce exams by the department, i returned home to Delhi, where my winter training was waiting for me. Though that also turned out to be just a fomality. We(me and my friend Rajan) had to go just 2-3 times a week. So i could take out time for repeating YES!+ with Bawa and also for the advanced course as i mentioned earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/Sz2280FOgnI/AAAAAAAAACo/6JUO3zRYYOc/s1600-h/yes+plus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/Sz2280FOgnI/AAAAAAAAACo/6JUO3zRYYOc/s320/yes+plus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421690682312917618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at the end of the year, my life at home seems to have gone back two years to the time of constant arguments with parents and their usual cribbing about me and my behaviour. I'm organizing a YES!+ from 11th Jan in Vikas Puri. Feels so normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm in total bliss after the advanced course and fully enthused and charged up about life. Come on....lets rock 2010!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-4533911533878293387?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4533911533878293387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflections-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4533911533878293387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4533911533878293387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflections-2009.html' title='Reflections-2009'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/SzpE_ZtONtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B2iyCdvoXcA/s72-c/dineshstavanger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-3903165638625749930</id><published>2009-10-02T07:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:06:15.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Enthusiasm..!!</title><content type='html'>Enthusiasm is a very strange thing. Really. Although it is the baking powder of life but it doesn't ever concentrate on all the things one likes at the same time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually, when one has a new interest in life, there's full enthusiasm associated with it and that particular interest flourishes extremely well in the life. On the other hand, the other interests loose their significance. Same zeal no more exists for those old interests, even though they may be more important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enthusiasm is a great-great thing, but the level of enthusiasm for something should be appropriate, neither more nor less. Otherwise, the other more important things would suffer. This balance of the enthusiasm level for the various things we do determines the quality of our life... All of us should strive towards constantly improving this quality of life while utilising the full vigour inside us upto the optimum level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about this. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-3903165638625749930?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3903165638625749930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/10/enthusiasm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/3903165638625749930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/3903165638625749930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/10/enthusiasm.html' title='Enthusiasm..!!'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556064570835655437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/TRI2zMjqjYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ply2-GQTQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-4687675999894000138</id><published>2009-07-17T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:48:19.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>A Man of My Word???</title><content type='html'>Lately, i have really not been able to stick on to my commitments. I have said something  and done something else due to some reason or the other. In other cases, i have put efforts but have not been able to deliver results that i promised. Unintentionally, i have got into a couple of such situations wherein indirectly i wasn't able to keep my word. I really am not able to decide whether it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lack of commitment in me can be argued to be good on the basis that i'm a free person and don't get stuck with words. I don't give into such pressures of people's expactions and live life tension-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, this quality makes me untrustworthy. People can't depend on me even if i have given them my word for something. It spoils my public-image as well as lowers my own self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.molding-solutions.com/images/commitment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 467px; height: 311px;" src="http://www.molding-solutions.com/images/commitment.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do about it??? This is the question that i am asking myself. I surely can't justify this by giving the former explanation. I gotta learn from my mistakes, taking the pinch from them (minus the guilt). This is the only way for me to grow in this respect. I have to own my words to as much extent as possible(without becoming stubborn and rigid). Of course, i have to maintain some flexibility so that i can adjust as per the situation instead of creating a mess just to remain stuck to my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have literally created a Mess in my hostel just to remain stuck to my words :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-4687675999894000138?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4687675999894000138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-of-my-word.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4687675999894000138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4687675999894000138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-of-my-word.html' title='A Man of My Word???'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-4315464940029009948</id><published>2009-05-31T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:10:58.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awareness'/><title type='text'>well, well, well....!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, its been a really long time since i wrote my last post. Earlier(from 11th to 18th May) i had gone to Nagpur for my training. Though the training was just a formality and i had practically nothing to do except get kicked between offices of various executives, still i didn't have access to internet... thus couldn't post anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter(May 20-25) i went to my bua's place in Bombay, where i had a lot of fun with my cousin Tanvi and visited the popular places of Powai(including IIT Bombay). There i surfed the net a lot but didn't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i returned to Delhi on 26th May and got so busy since then in sadhna, seva and satsang that didn't get time to do anything else. Yes everyday since i returned here i have been doing group sadhna(either with friends or at a course or follow-up) and meditations(again in group). Its awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, i have been involved in lot of seva activities, more than i ever thought i could do in 6 days.... have been doing seva for ongoing advance course in Vikas Puri, assisting YES! in Ramesh Nagar, organizing YES! follow-ups in Dwarka &amp; Vikas Puri, gathering participants for YES!+ Dwarka, YES! Hari Nagar &amp; UTSAH East Delhi..... all this in just 6 days. Amazing. Isn't it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, satsang....&lt;em&gt; vo to poocho hi mat&lt;/em&gt;.... Daily attending awsome satsangs of Rishi ji( Nitin Bhaiya)...Yes, he's here taking the Vikas Puri Advance Course... Seriously, these were the best satsangs i have ever attended. So much energy, so much joy.... along with so much knowledge that he gave before and during the bhajans. And sometimes, he even made us meditate during the satsang. Simply superb experience. He sang all types of songs for us... slow Guru bhajans, high energy rocking tracks, filmi songs(dedicated to Guruji), meditative Krishna bhajans.... He simply rocked us. And you know what??? I'm super impressed by him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SiVA2iAjAvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oJDoba-Mf1s/s1600-h/rishi+ji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SiVA2iAjAvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oJDoba-Mf1s/s400/rishi+ji.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342747838531175154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Nitin Bhaiya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you know anyone who might be interested in doing any of the above mentioned courses, do contact me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-4315464940029009948?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4315464940029009948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-well-well.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4315464940029009948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4315464940029009948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-well-well.html' title='well, well, well....!!!'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SiVA2iAjAvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oJDoba-Mf1s/s72-c/rishi+ji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-8818541346508049271</id><published>2009-05-08T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:53:30.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awareness'/><title type='text'>Praising is a Divine Quality!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRAISE THE FOOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomfromsrisri.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.wisdomfromsrisri.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Praising the fool is beneficial to society!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A fool when pleased might stop doing harm and start doing good work. In this sense it is wise to praise a fool; it helps to motivate him. So your praise is meaningful when it is directed toward a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A wise man by his very nature will continue doing good work because his attitude does not depend on someone’s praise or blame. So it serves no purpose to praise a wise man because your praise will have no impact on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are three types of people – the wise, the crooked and the immature. The wise man continues doing good work even if he is scolded or praised. Crooked people need to be praised to get them to do good work. And from time to time the immature person needs to be both praised and scolded for them to do something good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ I really liked this article a lot.... thus decided to post it on my blog...But the basic aim was to make the readers aware of the source blog... Its a really nice blog where knowledge articles are posted dailly. Do visit- &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomfromsrisri.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.wisdomfromsrisri.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SgUnAhsdjgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/a1ESAhnFfec/s400/praise1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333712223688560130" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And don't forget to praise.... Praise everyone- God, Your friends, Your family, Strangers, Yourself.... Because praises are very uplifting, not only to the person who's being praised but to the one who is praising....Praises charge you up positively and make you feel "wow" about life. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO PRAISE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-8818541346508049271?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8818541346508049271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/praising-is-divine-quality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8818541346508049271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8818541346508049271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/praising-is-divine-quality.html' title='Praising is a Divine Quality!!'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SgUnAhsdjgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/a1ESAhnFfec/s72-c/praise1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-4007726851437115991</id><published>2009-05-06T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:07:51.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short trip'/><title type='text'>Dr. Manikantan's Satsang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its great to be back home. I reached here on sunday and have been enjoying my sweet home totally since then. Not only the comforts of home, i'm also enjoying the satsangs and seva activities here in Delhi.... i really miss all this a lot in Dhanbad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SgaLIaQwgHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9g1W0oiS51c/s400/manibhaiya2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334103785271754866" /&gt;Day before yesterday, i attended Dr. Manikantan's satsang in Dwarka. Needless to say, the satsang was mesmerizing, blissful, awsome, amazing, fabulous and what not??? I'm short of adjectives.... Seriously, it was one of the best satsangs i have ever attended. It started off with some "Guru Om" chantings and then Shilpika ji sang some melodious songs.( I had stayed at Shilpika ji's place at time of doing seva for Utsah Dwarka, but i never knew that she sang so well). Finally Dr. Manikantan came and sang bhajans which i had never heard before. Nor could i understand the lyrics properly. Still i was enjoying and even started to dance when finally some known rocking bhajan was being sung. It was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, while dancing, Abhishek told me that the one dancing with us there, next to me, was Mahesh Giri ji, the person whom Guruji had predicted to be the future P.M. of India. I was unable to believe it. He was dancing with us so freely that it became difficult to believe that he's such a big politician. Finally, in between the satsang, he was called to speak regarding the upcoming elections and then he shared some really good knowledge with all of us and appealed to VOTE FOR CHANGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the stories that i really liked in his speech was:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once there was a king who was going for hunting in a jungle. On his way, he found a field, full of mango trees. He thought of plucking a mango from there. Then he realized that he should first take permission from the farmer to whom the field belongs. But then his ego came in between and he thought that he was the King who needs no permission for doing anything in his kingdom and so he finally plucked the mango and moved on for hunting in the jungle. Later, on his way back from the forest, he found a barren land instead of the mango tree field. He was shocked to see this and asked a saint sitting there about this. The saint told him that the mango tree field has been destroyed due to him. When he plucked one fruit from the tree, seeing him his ministers plucked 10 each and seeing the ministers, the army chiefs plucked 50 fruits each and finally seeing the army chiefs, all the warriors plucked 100 mangoes each. Consequently, the green mango tree field is now a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;piece of barren land. The King felt very guilty and realized the importance of his position in the kingdom. He learnt how his one small mistake can affect the whole kingdom tremendously. He thanked the saint and pledged to never repeat such mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Followed by the story, there was a very nice and beautiful meditation, with flute being played in the background and then finally “Jai Jai Radha Raman...” was sung, marking the end of the satsang. And then after touching Dr. Manikantan's feet i talked to all my friends whom i was meeting after such a long time- Ramya, Abhishek, Jayati, Divya, Swati, Abhinav, Vishakha, Kshitij, Priyam, Hitanshi, Shalin Bhaiya...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really so much fun... i’ll always miss such amazing evenings of music, happiness and belongingness in Dhanbad..... &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Bye.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-4007726851437115991?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4007726851437115991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dr-manikarans-satsang.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4007726851437115991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4007726851437115991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dr-manikarans-satsang.html' title='Dr. Manikantan&apos;s Satsang'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SgaLIaQwgHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9g1W0oiS51c/s72-c/manibhaiya2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-4868396215398848723</id><published>2009-04-29T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:28:30.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>The power of words!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you play with words, its a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   If you manipulate words, its a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   If you believe in words, its ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   And if you transcend words, that is WISDOM!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sri Sri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote of Guruji is really close to my heart. This is one of the few quotes of His which i always remember. I first heard it from Renu mam in my YES! course and i really liked it a lot. Since then, i have used this quote to uplift/motivate my friends via sms many times. Needless to mention, i implement it perfectly in my life and the result is that i remain happy and be myself at all the times without being affected by the opinionated/abusive words which i hear. Also, i surpass the literal meaning of words said to me by people and look at the hidden meaning(their emotions/mental state) which is much more important than the dictionary meaning of their uttered words. e.g. if some friend of mine abuses me in anger, i don't get hurt and realize that their anger is making them say all that they are saying and they don't actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SgLTe_iGAuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xUMC5HQb5kw/s400/power+of+words.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333057438164058850" /&gt;Yes, i have learnt to transcend words... but only those words which are unpleasant. Never transcend the rejenuvating and inspiring words like mantras, shlokas, satsang songs, etc. These words charge you up positively and give a sense of happiness and contentment. Tension and fear stay far away if satsangs are sung and mantras are chanted regularly. I have experienced this myself. Since my YES!++ i have started chanting 3 shlokas( including the Guru shloka) after my kriya and i have observed the change in my attitude throughout the day. I stay more calm and tension-free, feeling energised at all times. Even at present, when all my friends in hostel have lost their smile to our on-going exams, i'm still equally relaxed and free of exam-anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of state is attributed to the sudrshan kriya and the chantings that i do almost daily. Thank You Guruji for these wonderful gifts that You have given....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Gurudev.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-4868396215398848723?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4868396215398848723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/04/power-of-words.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4868396215398848723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4868396215398848723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/04/power-of-words.html' title='The power of words!!'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SgLTe_iGAuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xUMC5HQb5kw/s72-c/power+of+words.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-6131528373312615018</id><published>2009-04-17T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T03:49:28.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>All i need is Myself...!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, its true i'm a little low on my happiness quotient these days. I feel i want more of myself. I expect "my" kind of behaviour from people around me. I know it can make my life monotonous and boring but atleast to some extent i want a behaviour towards me like i have towards others. I'm really frustrated and fed up. The only thing thats keeping me going is my kriya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel the need of tangible presence of a person who has more belongingness with me. I have many friends but there's none here in my college with whom i have the "perfect friend" relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a disturbed state of mind and am not able to concentrate on my studies either. I want to get my branch changed to petroleum engineering but am not studying adequately for that. I'm totally confused and just want my own company. I need more caring and belongingness for myself. Hope i get out of this messy situation soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-6131528373312615018?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6131528373312615018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-i-need-is-myself.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/6131528373312615018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/6131528373312615018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-i-need-is-myself.html' title='All i need is Myself...!!!'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-1193898304896615658</id><published>2009-04-01T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:13:57.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font: 100% Georgia,serif; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; text-align: left; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is a poem which i had written about one year ago. I really like it a lot. So i thought of putting it up on my blog. Its titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"First Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font: 100% Georgia,serif; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; text-align: left; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S682cLYI8xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BmgUjOsDkQc/s1600/love8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S682cLYI8xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BmgUjOsDkQc/s320/love8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When i saw you for the first day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Never did i think that u were there to stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But you proved me completely wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And taught me friendship's fantastic song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That too a song with a lifetime's life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That can stand each of the time's testing strife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Even those strives were just so beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;They made my life a little more purposeful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Then gradually without my realization,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;my life became a complete celebration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Reason of celebration i couldn't find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Coz, as they say my dear, love is blind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I didn't know if its really love in the start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;But you had deeply touched my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;A touch that was beyond all tangibility,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;That had absolutely no grudge or guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;may not remember any first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;meeting&amp;nbsp;or love realization date...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;But i do know that loving and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;living&amp;nbsp;only for you is my fate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hope all the readers like it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-1193898304896615658?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1193898304896615658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-love-self-composed-poem.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/1193898304896615658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/1193898304896615658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-love-self-composed-poem.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfaPB4YnmOQ/S682cLYI8xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BmgUjOsDkQc/s72-c/love8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-6434337029162705953</id><published>2009-03-29T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:43:08.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awareness'/><title type='text'>Kartavya- My Unbounded Duty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm a kind of person who's into a lot of seva activities and am always HAPPY TO HELP[aka Vodafone :-) ]. When i came here to ISM, i thought whether i'll get opportunities to do seva here also, like i used to do in Delhi. Kartavya gave me a positive answer for this question......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319273569717648258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SdHbIQIk-4I/AAAAAAAAADE/lIvrPMwQUt8/s400/logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kartavya&lt;/strong&gt; is an organization run by the students of our college(ISMU) so as to educate the underprevilidged children of the slum areas adjoining our campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These children are sent to good public schools of the city(Dhanbad) so that they can get the best of the education. They are also given free tuitions in the evening at our centres by the ISMU students turn-by-turn so that these children can compete well with the other students of the school. A proper time-table is made for each centre in this regard(Currently, we have 2 centres at ISM, along with their respective libraries) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319284664385626722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SdHlOC_jYmI/AAAAAAAAADs/6PLH9hqZKfk/s400/dhn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Apart from studies many recreational classes are also held such as Art and Craft, Games, Story-Telling and Movie watching...... Events like sports day and cultural day are also organized on an annual basis, apart from celebrating various festivals at the centres.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319274927185073778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SdHcXRGCFnI/AAAAAAAAADM/JFzk8YRS6-Q/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Recently, we even took the children for a picnic to Bokaro Zoo. Besides all this, we make sure that we make these children participate in some event or the other of our college fests. Yes, they showed a dance performance at the innaugrational ceremony of Pratibimb(our inter-department fest) and also took part in the science exhibition of our technical fest Sparx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their schools fees and other expenditure on their education(viz. books, stationary, school uniform, rent for centre buildings, etc.) is borne by Kartavya. Of course, the schools also give us some concession on tuition fees for these underprevilidged children.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SdHWEXu41RI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wP5KUWu7Q7k/s1600-h/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319283620208055490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SdHkRRIOFMI/AAAAAAAAADk/XC-8VkyvTr4/s400/ansh" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now the question arises: How does this organization, which is run solely by students, get funds for the school fees and other expenditures?? Obviously, none of the students is earning. And yes, this organization is not related to the admin either. We have various ways to generate funds like annual money collection from students, selling old newspapers from hostels and of course, donations and sponsorships from generous people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319282216743269218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SdHi_k0I82I/AAAAAAAAADc/6TH7kBiT4PQ/s400/top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To know more about Kartavya, visit our website at &lt;a href="http://www.kartavya.org/"&gt;http://www.kartavya.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, Jayant Nasa, am proud to say that I'm a volunteer of such an organization, which is doing such noble work , that too so effeciently and professionally. I just love the spirit of this organization. There's so much of belongingness between the Kartavya volunteers and their bond with the Kartavya children is also very strong and full of genuiene love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a member of the Finance Team of Kartavya and am also a maths teacher of classes 3rd and 4th at Centre 1. I enjoy my work thoroughly and would continue such work throughout my life. It gives me a "wow" feeling to arrange sponsorships for the education of these children. Its a great experience to meet genuinely good people who realize that their contribution of just Rs.12 per day can make the future brighter of one child.(The SPONSOR A CHILD Scheme:-)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Gotta Study now. Exams drawing near!!! :-( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-6434337029162705953?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6434337029162705953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/03/kartavya-my-unbounded-duty.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/6434337029162705953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/6434337029162705953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/03/kartavya-my-unbounded-duty.html' title='Kartavya- My Unbounded Duty...'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SdHbIQIk-4I/AAAAAAAAADE/lIvrPMwQUt8/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-4757854956262696341</id><published>2009-03-14T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T04:55:06.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Sense And Sensibility!!!!......</title><content type='html'>I'm very worried regarding the mindset of people these days. I read a news item few days ago in Mail Today. A 20 year old boy and his 40 year old mother commited suicide one afternoon OVER A STALE ROTI. Yes, you read it right.... over a stale roti. &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/Sbua3gUSFoI/AAAAAAAAACs/LezpRn5QtYc/s320/say+cheese.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313010463772120706" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you the whole story. The mother served a day old chapatti to the son which the son refused to have, over which they had an argument. The son even rang up his father, who was out of station, to complain about the mother. After that, he went into his room without taking his lunch and hung himself from the ceiling fan. Later, seeing her son's dead body the mother brought his body down on the floor and then hung herself from the same fan. All over a stale roti. What mature behaviour shown by both of them! They were neither mentally retarded nor patients of depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what i find totally disgusting. 20 and 40 year old people and absolutely zero level of maturity. Pathetic. Isn't it??? Obviously the stale roti was not the real reson for their death. They must be having other tensions and stresses in their life which would have become unbearable for them. The stale roti case was just their outburst point. There are many more people like them who say "I'M NOT IN DEPRESSION!! I DON'T HAVE ANY MAJOR TENSION IN MY LIFE. THEN WHY SHOULD I DO THE ART OF LIVING COURSE????"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This piece of news is just an example for people who say so. ART OF LIVING course are not for depressed people. They are meant for normal people like you and me, to help us in our daily life and to keep our mind stable and relaxed despite the various pressures of life. Yes, depressed people do get benifited by the processes which ART OF LIVING course have to offer. But this does not mean that the course is meant only for them. The courses are neccessary for each and every person on this planet. Everyone needs it. So anyone who says "I don't need it" is a big fool and will realize his/her foolishness sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not such a fool. Are you one such fool???? Yes, you are if you have still not done any ART OF LIVING course or don't practise its techniques even after doing the course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-4757854956262696341?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4757854956262696341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sense-and-sensibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4757854956262696341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4757854956262696341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sense-and-sensibility.html' title='Sense And Sensibility!!!!......'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/Sbua3gUSFoI/AAAAAAAAACs/LezpRn5QtYc/s72-c/say+cheese.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-8696029542310596982</id><published>2009-03-11T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:58:35.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short trip'/><title type='text'>The Long Journey!!!......</title><content type='html'>Well, this time i took a different train to Delhi from Dhanbad. Usually i travel by Rajdhani Express(fully air conditioned). I find it very compfortable. No tension about food or security of the luggage. Plus its a very convinient journey in the sense of timings. The major portion of the journey is at night. So one can easily sleep off the 14-hour journey.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However this time i chose to come along with my other friends with whom i live in the hostel. I took Kalka Mail, a train which takes 22 hours to reach from Dhanbad to Delhi and is usually late and of course lot of journey is during day. And whats more?? I was travelling by sleeper class of this train, that too without a confirmed ticket. Yes its officially allowed to travel in sleeper class with a waiting ticket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I and two of my other friends(Gaurav Goyal, Vivek) adjusted our luggage with two of our other friends(Gaurav Sharma, Dhruv), but couldn't find place in their coach for the bodies of all three of us. Only i was able to sit and then later somehow sleep. So then we were 10 guys adjusting themselves in the coach meant for only 6 people with loads of luggage below the berths, on the berths and around the berths as well. However we managed throughout the night with little discomfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, Gaurav Goyal and Vivek kept wandering in our compartment and other near-by compartments to find a seat for themselves with little success. They would sit somewhere and then after some time the official owner of the seat would throw them away. No co-operation is left in the people these days. Somehow they managed the night in half-sleep and half-awake state. At 4.30 in the morning they were given a ray of hope by the T.T. who commited confirmed seats for the three of us at 6.30 in the morning. But that T.T. vanished somewhere at that time. Gaurav searched 1 hour for him without success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real problem created in the morning when my other coachmates(most of them without confirmed ticket) started bothering us for our luggage kept between the berths and disturbed my sleeping friends so that they could sit comfartably by putting the middle berth down on which Dhruv was sleeping. They created lot of problems. Finally 2-3 of them deboarded at Kanpur around 12 and then we could call back our wandering friends and were able to sit comfortably. Then we took lunch from the pantry, which was pathetic. Seemed as if we were eating jail food. And the comfort of the seat also lasted only few hours after which other passengers(without confirmed tickets) came and occupied our compartment, forcing two of us to go and sit at some other seat. Plus the train got delayed as usual. I reached home at 11pm feeling extremely tired and dirty(Thanks to the clean and hygenic environment in the sleeper class). Overall it wasn't a pleasant experience at all and i wouldn't travel by this train again most probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/Sbf48DJNMMI/AAAAAAAAACk/6RFHTDEJ4F8/s400/Sleeper-Class-daytime-2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311987996026548418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that i was travelling by sleeper for the first time. I had travelled several times in sleeper before, even without company sometimes. But thankfully i had always opted for short or night-time journeys with confirmed tickets. This was the first time i travelled with a waitlisted ticket. And won't repeat this ever!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holi!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-8696029542310596982?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8696029542310596982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-journey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8696029542310596982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8696029542310596982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-journey.html' title='The Long Journey!!!......'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/Sbf48DJNMMI/AAAAAAAAACk/6RFHTDEJ4F8/s72-c/Sleeper-Class-daytime-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-5381569360715118226</id><published>2009-03-04T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:44:15.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Reason for happiness....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Yes, i'm happy..... i'm extremely happy infact:-)..... Reason of happiness i don't know..... Nothing special has happened in my life... Then why am i happy??? Let me think bout the reason.... how can i be happy without a reason??? &amp;nbsp;i'll figure out what's wrong with me...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how a normal person destroys his happiness. Instead of enjoying the happiness of the present, he wastes the moment in figuring out its reason in his past or future. But my behaviour is not so immature. I'm a YES!+ graduate n know how to stay happy n evn share my happiness.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the reason i'm writing this blog. I don't have any special event to be HAPPY about. But i'm HAPPY. I'm HAPPY wid my daily routine. I'm HAPPY wid the way i'm preparing for my exams.(Yes, my xams r goin on!!). I'm HAPPY wid my regularity of kriya. I'm HAPPY wid &amp;nbsp;the food being cooked in my mess. I'm HAPPY wid my behaviour towards everyone. I'm HAPPY wid my outlook to life. These things are special to me and give me happiness....they may not be very major big things...but hey make me HAPPY...Do i need any more reasons????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B19gA4lZC8Q/ThHt1Nn6xgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/g7gHNmYluEU/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B19gA4lZC8Q/ThHt1Nn6xgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/g7gHNmYluEU/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'll be happy even if some of these things stop...... There's no "IF" associated wid my happiness unlike other people...... Check this out-:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If i'm wid my girlfriend, i'm happy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If i'm playing cricket, i'm happy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If i'm eating gulab jamun, i'm happy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If i'm being praised, i'm happy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the list is endless....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we YES!+ guys n gals stay happy without this "IF".... others can do it too....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;JUST DROP THE "IF" AND BE HAPPY!!!!!!!! :-) :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-5381569360715118226?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5381569360715118226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/03/reason-for-happiness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/5381569360715118226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/5381569360715118226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/03/reason-for-happiness.html' title='Reason for happiness....!!'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B19gA4lZC8Q/ThHt1Nn6xgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/g7gHNmYluEU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-5988188433088360053</id><published>2009-02-24T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:07:54.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awareness'/><title type='text'>A March in March!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 93, 7);  line-height: 28px; font-size:18px;"&gt;My organization (and the organization of a few million more people), The Art of Living is organizing a march in Delhi on the 1st of March from 2-5pm at Parliament Street… &lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 93, 7);  line-height: 28px; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;A March in March&lt;/strong&gt; …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 93, 7);  line-height: 28px; font-size:18px;"&gt; against corruption, against terrorism … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 93, 7);  line-height: 28px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 93, 7);  line-height: 28px; font-size:18px;"&gt;Do take part and support… Contribute your time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 93, 7);  line-height: 28px; font-size:18px;"&gt;your money, yourself for it …This is a time to do something purposeful against these problems of our country, instead of merely grumbling about them here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 93, 7);  line-height: 28px; font-size:18px;"&gt; Stand up and take action...... Make India your valentine for this year and see how u can make it even more beautiful...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/Sage9VsMzKI/AAAAAAAAACM/ruZINmkph10/s320/val.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 206px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307526199999515810" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 93, 7);  line-height: 28px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 93, 7);  line-height: 28px;font-size:18px;"&gt;I'm in for this March. I have got my registration number. Have you????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 93, 7);  line-height: 28px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(80, 93, 7);  line-height: 28px; font-size:18px;"&gt;Check the website:&lt;a href="http://www.themarch.in/" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(39, 151, 215); "&gt;www.themarch.in&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-5988188433088360053?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5988188433088360053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/march-in-march.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/5988188433088360053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/5988188433088360053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/march-in-march.html' title='A March in March!!'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/Sage9VsMzKI/AAAAAAAAACM/ruZINmkph10/s72-c/val.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-8055280316093692536</id><published>2009-02-17T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:57:14.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short trip'/><title type='text'>My Bhai's Shaadi....</title><content type='html'>Yes i recently went to Delhi for attending my brother's wedding. This was the first time i attended a complete Indian marriage, i.e., all the functions starting from Roka ceremony till the final Reception. It was a lovely experience full of fun and enjoyment. However, i noticed some very peculiar and strange things during the proceedings of the marriage. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To begin with, it was astonishing for me to see a dholak wala stopping the groom to board the ghodhi (she-horse) for some tenners or the palki walas(palinquin bearers) refusing to lift the palki for little money. I felt sorry for the small thinking of these people. I mean, i understand that these people are in need of money. But beahving like this was really disgusting. They could have done that money talk after the required task was done. Anyway, these small things couldn't make any difference to our festive mood and the marriage celebrations continued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What also seemed odd to me was the fact that the bride and the groom, two special people for whom the whole celebration is happening, get to celebrate the least. When the whole crowd is busy dancing in the baraat, the groom sits alone on the ghodhi behind everyone. And when the baraat finally reaches the wedding venue, all the baraatis get engrosed in Milni and other related customs leaving the groom alone waiting on the ghodhi for half an hour more. To top it all, the groom is loaded with so many garlands(of ten/twenty/fifty rupee notes) and a heavy sehra to tire him even more. Same is the case with the bride, who's loaded with heavy jewellery and ornaments instead of garlands and sehra and has to patiently wait alone for the baraat.(All her family members are busy looking after the arrangements at the wedding party.) Finally when they meet, they exchange garlands and continue their wait till the feras for the next 3-4 hours. Though this time they have each other for company:-) In the end, the feras and other customs happen which take nearly take 2 hours followed by 2 hours more of traditional customs after reaching the groom's place. Actually speaking, the wedding is more tiring experience than a celebration for the wedding couple who must haven't slept the previous night either because of marriage anxiety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SgLahpVn-3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ITTXHKzwgNY/s400/shd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333065180327181170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that i was a part of the crowd for this marriage and could thoroughly enjoy and celebrate in the marriage, a previlidge which the newly-married-couple didn't have. Cheers to the Big Great Indian Wedding!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-8055280316093692536?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8055280316093692536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bhais-shaadi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8055280316093692536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8055280316093692536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bhais-shaadi.html' title='My Bhai&apos;s Shaadi....'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SgLahpVn-3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ITTXHKzwgNY/s72-c/shd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-897263746368411699</id><published>2009-02-16T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:49:14.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awareness'/><title type='text'>Health Conciousness..</title><content type='html'>Well, in our Art of Living(especially in YES!+) many people stay off from sugar and maida. Even i joined the no-sugar-and-maida gang from this new year. Infact, this was one of my new year resolutions. And i've been following it quiete nicely since then.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kind of diet may seem odd to others that we have left sugar and maida but still continue taking other fattening things like butter and oil. For those who think this way, i would like to mention that sugar and maida have harmful effects on our digestive system other than just fattening us. These things don't get digested by our digestive system, nor do they get excreted like roughage. Infact, they stick on to our intestine and reduce the effeciency of our digestive system. Just imagine, some food stuff sticking on to your intestine since so long and is touching every other food item that goes into your digestive system.... Is it healthy??? I don't think so. Moreover, this blockage of sugar/maida doesn't allow nutrients to be absorbed properly by the intestine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SZr1tqLOq7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GnlDOcshAQc/s320/NoSugarPlease.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303821675946486706" /&gt;Now these were the harmful effects of sugar and maida. But how to actually leave them might seem a problem especially when a tempting pizza or a delicious sweet lassi glass is in front of you.(These things containing sugar/maida are really addictive, u kno!!) Yes, it may be a little difficult in the beginning. But that is where your commitment comes into play. If your commitment is strong enough, then that phase will easily pass. All you need to remember is that your health is more important than this short-lived taste. Whenever u see a tempting item made of sugar/maida, you take something else to eat and start enjoying it. You'll observe your desire for that tempting item gradually going away. After a few days, things will be easier for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after a month or two, you'll be very happy with what you are eating and there will be absolutely no desire to eat sugar/maida. Anything made of those stuff won't seem tempting to you. And even if in emergency, you have to take any such stuff, then it will taste horrible and your commitment of not taking that will become stronger. I've experienced this myself. Yesterday in train, i was feeling hungry and i had nothing to eat except sandwitch and samosa. I had those things and observed that they appear totally tasteless to me now. And two months back, i was crazy about samosas. This is how my taste has changed and now i notice that making choices for food has become so easy for me. Whenever i go out i don't have to waste time thinking what to eat(coz most of the things contain the unhealthy maida/sugar). So i simply take anything suitable and i enjoy eating it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this does show results for fat people too. Recently when i went back to my home from hostel and met my family and friends, i got compliments for losing weight. Isn't that amazing??? And the best part is that i didn't have to leave my paranthas and butter for that. But this doesn't mean that this diet is only for fat people. Even slim people should avoid such unhealthy stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-897263746368411699?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/897263746368411699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/health-conciousness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/897263746368411699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/897263746368411699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/health-conciousness.html' title='Health Conciousness..'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SZr1tqLOq7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GnlDOcshAQc/s72-c/NoSugarPlease.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-8461465828967322843</id><published>2009-02-12T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:21:39.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Gettin inspired!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's an amazing story (source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jgdjitesh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.jgdjitesh.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer's well. The farmer heard the mule 'braying' - or - whatever mules do when they fall into wells.&lt;br /&gt;After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together and told them what had happened...and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back...a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back...HE SHOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP! This he did, blow after blow."Shake it off and step up...shake it off and step up...shake it off and step up!" he repeated to encourage himself. No matter how painful the blows, or distressing the situation seemed the old mule fought "panic" and just kep tright on SHAKING IT OFF AND STEPPING UP!&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SZsb58dV-BI/AAAAAAAAABs/uitXEzW7SZk/s320/MuleColt05Right.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303863668454586386" /&gt;You're right! It wasn't long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, STEPPED TRIUMPHANTLY OVER THE WALL OF THAT WELL! What seemed like it would bury him, actually blessed him...all because of the manner in which he handled his adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why did i post this story in my blog??? simply because i liked it.... it inspired me... it taught me an important lesson... it changed my outlook towards problems/challenges that come my way in life. I don't see a problem as a sad situation anymore. i don't get into tension/self-pity because of it. I rather see it as an opportunity for me to improve...to become stronger and to grow as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-8461465828967322843?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8461465828967322843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-inspiring-story-source-www.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8461465828967322843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8461465828967322843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-inspiring-story-source-www.html' title='Gettin inspired!!'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SY9QhmMlX8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/B89DxxUN1o8/S220/26112008249.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SZsb58dV-BI/AAAAAAAAABs/uitXEzW7SZk/s72-c/MuleColt05Right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-6707686491899203423</id><published>2009-02-08T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:56:43.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short trip'/><title type='text'>Guru's Work</title><content type='html'>Finally after a long time and for the first time in jharkand, i did some Art of Living seva...felt nice like always!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this opportunity when i was talking to Parmanu Bhaiya on gtalk a few days back and he told me that he's coming to Ranchi to organize UTSAV in Ranchi and invited me for seva. Due to classes and other commitments, i could go only for a weekend. I met many new people there but got comfortable wid all of them very soon(because of the belongingness in the mindset of AOL people).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301983501146683714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SZRt5zbUeUI/AAAAAAAAABI/xWtkC8R7Od8/s320/guruji1-703x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes, PDS wid Guruji and UTSAV are happening simultaneously in Ranchi from Feb 18.... Does this remind u of something??? It definitely reminds me how much i missed being absent from the same event in Delhi(3months back) because of my exams. But things won't be the same this time...i'll finally experience the b'ful UTSAV and PDS. God! I had been waiting for this since so long.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, what did i actually do in form of seva??? Nothing much. Accompanied Parmanu Bhaiya to one of his intro-talks and helped in conducting interviews for UTSAV. Now this was a new experience for me. I had never seen/imagined such interviews for an Art of living Course. Interviews were mind-blowing. All the participants were so excited regarding them. They were carried out in a very organized and professional way and gave UTSAV the much-deserved and much-needed hype in Ranchi. And yes, they even fetched us a really good number of on-the-spot registrations. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like returning from there... had to coz of my classes in college. But i'll go back!! i'll meet Guruji and participate in UTSAV wid Bawa-Dinesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301985220227059394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SZRvd3gBTsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vsuWVGp17Yc/s320/BnD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wow! Sounds exciting... Doesn't it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-6707686491899203423?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6707686491899203423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/gurus-work.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/6707686491899203423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/6707686491899203423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/gurus-work.html' title='Guru&apos;s Work'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SZRt5zbUeUI/AAAAAAAAABI/xWtkC8R7Od8/s72-c/guruji1-703x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-8528233518862643929</id><published>2009-02-03T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:27:48.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>The Inevitable Present Moment....</title><content type='html'>Live for the day...Be in the present moment... This is one of the most important course points of all our Art of Living courses. But actual implementation of this point in life is difficult....especially in college lectures. Yes, the lectures are sometimes just so boring that u can't just bear to live in the present and tolerate them. It seems much better to analyze/regret one's past tasks/experience or simply plan/fantasize bout future. What to do at this time??? What to do when one feels sleepy in class despite taking 11 hours of sleep the previous night??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution is effective but requires lot of determination and sensibility. Our thinking that a particular lecture is so boring won't get that lecture removed from our time table. So its better to just accept the lecture as it is and start enjoying the boredom of lecture.(strange, hunh?) By experience, i can say that one of the most effective ways to do this is to make notes and keep them updated(even if u r absent). This not only gives u some stuff to study during exams but also creates somewhat interest in the lecture and u r able to enjoy the boredom of the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If u don't update your notes after missing a particular lecture, then the following lectures becomes totally unbearable for u. Unlinked/unrelated notes bring no enjoyment and u get back to the boring present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i writing all this??? For myself. Writing this increases the probability of me implementing it myself.(Just as we write the experiences after every Art of Living Course, as that brings us closer to the experience and we value it much more then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-8528233518862643929?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8528233518862643929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/inevitable-present-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8528233518862643929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/8528233518862643929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/02/inevitable-present-moment.html' title='The Inevitable Present Moment....'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-4811021236796452977</id><published>2009-01-28T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:15:39.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>Creativity Unleashed...</title><content type='html'>Since the time i stopped writing poetry(about 1 year ago), i always felt guilty that i'm not engaged in anything creative. Leaving poetry was not a conscious decision....i just subconsciously stopped writing poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now i've overcomed that guilt. How??? I've involved myself into scripting and acting in plays...basically skits. In the past 12 days, i've done 2 skits and 1 fashion show(which, being based on a theme, was not less than a skit) in my college competitions which have been quiete successful and thats not it. I'm now ready wid a hard-hitting nukkad natak, which i'll be performing day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a great feeling to direct plays. Gives a lot of creative satisfaction. Makes u learn a lot of new things. Increases your patience as u tolerate actors wid zero acting skills. Makes u more observant and aware bout various things in life. Reduces your work stress. Makes u more responsible. I just love every bit of it and feel very proud bout this skill of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel everyone should definitely have a creative aspect to his/her life. It gives a new dimension to one's living and makes one feel "wow" bout life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-4811021236796452977?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4811021236796452977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/01/creativity-unleashed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4811021236796452977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/4811021236796452977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/01/creativity-unleashed.html' title='Creativity Unleashed...'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-3972090027807729850</id><published>2009-01-24T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:41:32.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short trip'/><title type='text'>2 Nites @ IT-BHU</title><content type='html'>My stay at IT-BHU was totally unplanned. As per my programme, i was not staying there even for a night. But the ticket wasn't booked in advance(b'coz my friends wanted me to stay) so i had to stay. I had gone there to celebrate my friend(ajay)'s b'day. I reached there on thursday morning, surprised him with my presence and then finally went for his b'day treat. Enjoyed the whole day visiting their campus temple, a river ghat and a mall. Next day, i watched Raaz and attended functions of their cult fest like Fire show, Kavvi Sammelan, Dance pre-lims, etc. Had a good time roaming with my friends in the market and their campus bus eating fruits.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SZsgVyCkNHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pQ7MYsHTPhg/s320/bhu.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303868544740766834" /&gt;I was fascinated by the b'ful huge lawns in the BHU campus. The buildings were like old monuments and hostels were like havelis surrounded by nice green gardens.The atmosphere there was very different from my college. Smaller rooms, slower LAN, lesser abusive words, lesser ineraction b/w students.....bigger campus, more courses, more studious attitude, faster internet. Initially i, being a very social and interactive person, felt very odd/lonely in such an environment, but slowly i got used to it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had arguments wid my frnds regarding my stay and due to a series of events i missed my train the next day and had to stay for 1 more night. Finally i returned the following day, feeling proud about my college ISM. Feeling fortunate for being in a college wid a smaller campus wid smaller no. of courses and fewer departments..... where u can identify easily the people of your college and take/give help as required.&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SZsdLtgjlWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mKUWPOkYsmM/s320/main+building.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303865073190802786" /&gt;A lesson learnt:- HAPPY WHERE I AM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-3972090027807729850?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3972090027807729850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-nites-it-bhu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/3972090027807729850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/3972090027807729850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-nites-it-bhu.html' title='2 Nites @ IT-BHU'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeybxyHAV_I/SZsgVyCkNHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pQ7MYsHTPhg/s72-c/bhu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949332434299189183.post-7852172261221684715</id><published>2009-01-22T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:15:02.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>hey,&lt;br /&gt;i finally enter the world of blogging. Had never thought bout blogging in my whole life. But now being influenced by so many people, even i'm here on blogspot. My first experience-sharing blog will be bout my experience in IT-BHU n will be posted in a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949332434299189183-7852172261221684715?l=jayantnasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7852172261221684715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/7852172261221684715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949332434299189183/posts/default/7852172261221684715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayantnasa.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Jayant Nasa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
