<?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-31850614</id><updated>2011-12-18T21:33:01.263+05:30</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Lighter moments'/><category term='Chasing Dreams'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Me Giving Gyaan'/><category term='Tough to Swallow'/><category term='Everlasting memories'/><category term='Getting Serious'/><title type='text'>The Game of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts from a Wondering Mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-2085201667842784729</id><published>2011-09-03T12:59:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:52:34.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Typical day in the life of an IT employee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7erMy1K0ls/TmJJjWOY4AI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8eFPcXq7YS4/s1600/Morning.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7erMy1K0ls/TmJJjWOY4AI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8eFPcXq7YS4/s400/Morning.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648157754286202882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beautiful Morning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;There is nothing much as great as a good night sound sleep but there is nothing as bad as an early morning alarm which spoils it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He turned off the alarm thinking he will wake up in next 10 minutes at 7:10. He thought, he will compensate these 10 minutes in the bathroom and still manage to reach office on time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;After a while he woke up with a shock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;“Damn! Its 7:30 already” – he said to himself as he dragged his body out of the bed in a hurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Beautiful morning, birds singing, everything had a new energy,  even the sun trying to come out as an attempt to get a view of it. Ignoring all the beauty, he entered the bathroom. A half brush, half bath and without any tea, he got himself ready and rushed to catch the office bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bus Stop&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He reached the bus stop and he did not find any colleagues around. He rechecked the time, he has reached at the same time as he does daily and manages to catch the bus. He was only 2 minutes late. He waited for couple of more minutes convincing himself that the bus was late today. He was relieved to see his colleague Teena approaching the bus stop. Besides getting excited he was also convinced that bus had not yet come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“I got a call from a friend. The bus has already left” – Teena told him while drying her hair with her hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;It was a wonderful sight but he got more tensed now. He had to reach office on time for a early morning standing meeting. He has missed the bus today cause the bus was on time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“Now? what will you do?!” – He asked her so that he can find a resolution of his sad state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“Lets share an auto” – She suggested him with a mean smile ( She wanted to save by sharing)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“Sure” – he smiled at her gesture of sharing an auto with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;She too returned a smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;With true &amp;amp; fake smiles all around, both left in an auto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Travel to Office&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;As time passed in the auto, he tried to think of topics to break the silence but she was continuously busy on the phone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;So he decided to show off a bit and decided to call some random friends and talk on his phone. He spoke some big things in the air and kept an eye on her to see if she notices anything but she din't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;More Time passed, now he got tensed as it was taking longer to reach office due to heavy traffic and some smooth road on the potholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;They reached office late but he still wanted to make her feel better by paying more than half.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“Are you sure” – she asked and smiled. (An attempt to make sure that he pays more)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“Yes I don’t have change, so its fine. Have a nice day!” – he replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Thanking him, she left quickly. She did not want to be noticed with him. She was just happy that she saved some money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He reached his desk with a smile thinking it was his day. He was accompanied by a pretty colleague, the day could not have started better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Office Office&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Before he could unlock his machine by entering his password (Teena1234), his manager reached his desk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“Can you meet me in my cabin”- he said in a strong voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“Sure” – He replied and followed the big ugly a$$ of his manager.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“Why were you not present in the standing meeting” – His Manager asked him. He was ready to blast at him , no matter what reason he has.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“I was working late yesterday, I missed my bus in the morning” – He replied in a low tone. He somewhere knew he was cheated by the bus which was on time today but he could not give that as a reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“All are working late. All were present in the meeting. It helps the team to know about others work. I want you to work on the ABC design document and complete it today” – The manager ordered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“Sure, I will do that” – He said Yes to calm the manager down but knew it would be difficult to complete the doc today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eij9ZycKxEc/TmJNnudbbNI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4tiruDWEtes/s1600/fb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eij9ZycKxEc/TmJNnudbbNI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4tiruDWEtes/s400/fb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648162227557723346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;As he returned back to his desk cursing the manager, He was disappointed and knew its going to be a very long day and he might have to sit late at night again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He logged on to his machine. The 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; window he opened was Facebook. He logged in with his password – Teena_MyL1fe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He was happy to see 3 likes for his late night status – “Anna Hazare tum sangarsh karo, hum toh office mein kar hi rahein hai”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Then he went to Teena’s Wall and saw her morning status – “Beutiful mrning, Me &amp;amp; u on phone”. (she referred to a person she was talking on the phone)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He thought that she mentioned him and he liked her status! (By now this silly status had 13 likes as it came from a girl)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Smoking Zone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;After Lunch, he went to the smoking zone as usual with his friend - Ashok. No matter how his day is, he gets huge confidence while smoking. While he was smoking, he saw Teena passing by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RE6rVH3SMc/TmJL2WIlxWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/kKdg0JDwX_c/s1600/smoking.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RE6rVH3SMc/TmJL2WIlxWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/kKdg0JDwX_c/s400/smoking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648160279702652258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"Do you see her?" - He asked ashok and blew a smoke rings to create some special affects.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"Yes" - replied Ashok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"She is Teena, She likes me" - he told Ashok while keeping his eyes on Teena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"Seriously? Did she tell you? Why din't she stop then?" - A puzzled Ashok questioned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"Today i did not come to office by bus as she wanted to come along with me as she likes my company. Therefore i could not make it to silly Standing Meeting" - He informed Ashok and blew more smoke rings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He threw the remainder of the cigarette down and said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"Standing Meeting - The most boring meeting that puts you to sleep. Hence people are asked to stand by their boss" - He laughed wickedly as he pressed &amp;amp; moved his feet over the cigarette to put it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Evening&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He continued to work on the document. It was getting more and more difficult for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;  "&gt;At 5 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;  "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“Please mail me the doc once you complete it” – His manager ordered and left for the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He worked under a lot of pressure and completed it by 11 PM. He mailed it to his manager and kept his senior Manager in CC to show people that he was working late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Back to Starting point&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;  "&gt;He reached his apartment, was tired to prepare something to eat. It was a tough day and he had to get back to office early morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;  "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“Its not my day today – late to office, angry boss and so much work” – He told to himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He lied on his bed, logged into his laptop and again went on facebook for a daily night dose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He was surprised to see 2 notifications.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;4 likes for his morning status – “I want to be promoted to a Manager. I too want to do employee exploitation”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Teena replied to her status in typical internet slang – “Thks for d like ppl”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;“Its my day today – Auto sharing with Teena, people liking my status &amp;amp; Thanks from Teena”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;  "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Suddenly he was happy and he shared a joke on his facebook status&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"Aryabhatta was asked to count Rajnikant's mistake, so he invented ZERO".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He checked his personal emails and checked if someone liked/commented on his joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;There were no comments. He then commented on his own facebook joke - "Rofl".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Happily he went off to sleep &amp;amp; again had a good night sound sleep!!! &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; "&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_client = "pub-6627545611587394";/* 468x60, created 1/1/09 */google_ad_slot = "8054473624";google_ad_width = 468;google_ad_height = 60;//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-2085201667842784729?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/2085201667842784729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=2085201667842784729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/2085201667842784729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/2085201667842784729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2011/09/typical-day-in-life-of-it-employee.html' title='Typical day in the life of an IT employee'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7erMy1K0ls/TmJJjWOY4AI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8eFPcXq7YS4/s72-c/Morning.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-5866703662910404181</id><published>2011-05-12T11:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-14T02:23:39.329+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Balanced LIfe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From past 1 year, I have changed a lot, I have let myself to ease. I have relaxed, enjoyed and experienced lot of new &amp;amp; better things. I have grown as a&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;human and gone a bit down as a dreamer. But this doesn’t disappoint me much or may be it does but then I have realized that life is not only about struggle, its about fun too, it is not only about dreams, its about sleep too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I have realized that there is no point in achieving anything at the cost of peace &amp;amp; harmony in life. There is no point working 24X7, if I am missing out on the precious moments with the loved ones. I have always wondered about the purpose of life. Some told me that life is about setting goals and achieving them successfully through a struggle. But what’s the point in achieving all we want and at the end realize that we forgot to enjoy, we forgot to joke, we forgot to party, we forgot to love and we forgot to Live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We humans continue to be weird. We all want to be happy but we move in a wrong direction. There is no end to our wishes. Money takes priority &amp;amp; we miss out on those special moments. Is life all about that? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is no point in marrying the richest person and not being truly loved. There is no point in staying with the family and still being missed by them and there is no point in continuing to read further if you don’t wish to follow it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A friend of mine always advised me to have short term goals. It’s easier to have a vision for them based on the current situation. Such goals don’t demand huge sacrifices for long time. Achieve them, cherish them, enjoy them &amp;amp; celebrate them. They bring happiness regularly. Setting long term goals does not make much sense to me now. I feel the longer goals you set the more foolish you are. Short term goals help in maintaining a balance in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The more I write, the more you might complain about contradiction to my previous posts. I am not trying to discourage you from your goals but I am just making an effort to help you understand that life is much better than what we have made it. Don’t just chase things, take a breather and make an effort to live a happy , balanced &amp;amp; healthy Life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7bEMesiNAc/Tctznurr2SI/AAAAAAAAAS8/dwvg_YMiS7g/s1600/balanced%2BLife.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7bEMesiNAc/Tctznurr2SI/AAAAAAAAAS8/dwvg_YMiS7g/s400/balanced%2BLife.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605701287576066338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-5866703662910404181?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/5866703662910404181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=5866703662910404181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/5866703662910404181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/5866703662910404181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2011/05/balanced-life.html' title='Balanced LIfe'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7bEMesiNAc/Tctznurr2SI/AAAAAAAAAS8/dwvg_YMiS7g/s72-c/balanced%2BLife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-8934674927295305589</id><published>2010-04-21T14:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:46:56.451+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pibillwarner.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/burglar-in-ski-maskhjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 424px;" src="http://pibillwarner.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/burglar-in-ski-maskhjk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I put on this mask,&lt;br /&gt;To hide who really I am,&lt;br /&gt;A smiling face on a unhappy soul,&lt;br /&gt;Sounding stupid than i actually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the people looking at me,&lt;br /&gt;They see only whats on the surface,&lt;br /&gt;I wish they see deep into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To discover my hidden dream base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some think only the past was mine,&lt;br /&gt;They think now I am History,&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow again I will shine,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am an unstoppable mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only me, even you put on a mask everyday&lt;br /&gt;To hide your true self behind the bar,&lt;br /&gt;But if we wear this mask for very long,&lt;br /&gt;We might forget who we actually are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-8934674927295305589?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/8934674927295305589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=8934674927295305589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/8934674927295305589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/8934674927295305589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2010/04/mask.html' title='Mask'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-6259594144948409054</id><published>2009-05-01T17:06:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:25:32.348+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What are you waiting for?</title><content type='html'>You were the one who was treated badly without any reason, you were the one who weeped for justice all alone with no support what so ever. You were exploited, lied, fooled, cheated, betrayed and given sleepless nightmares. Your capabilities were questioned by some incapables. You listened to everyone, took all the pain. You thought that someday, it will be your day and others will pay. You thought God is watching and the wrong will pay. But how long are you going to live with your thinking which just gives you hope and nothing else? When will you actually do something for your respect, do something for your rights with which you were born? Do you know that even you have a purpose in life or are you a so useless that you have realized that you are good for nothing?Hats off to you! I feel like kicking you. You are a shame on humanity and you know it yourself. How long are you going to live such a pathetic sucking life. How long are you going to take life for granted? How long, damn it, how long? Your patience is your cowardness! What are you actually waiting for ? Waiting for someone to take you out of this deep hole? People are with you only for a f*cking selfish reason. Nobody is gonna save you cause at the end of the day, you are all alone. Don't worry about the people, balls to them. Listen up , time has come, time has come to give it back, time has come to prove a point, time has come to shut those mouths and seal them forever. Tomorrow don’t complain that life is sad cause you have been warned today. It’s now or never. Time has come to rebel and start a revolution, a revolution which will bring a change in your life and nobody can even raise a finger on you.Wake up, Stand up, remove the dust thrown on you by the senseless and prove them what you are?. Prove your existence, prove a point once and for all. Its your time to turn the tables and nobody can stop you. You have to make a difference, a huge difference and get counted. Go for it, chase your dreams and follow your heart and never bother about others. Take a step forward, you can do it, even you know it then what the hell are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_yYlWKzMWVc&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-6259594144948409054?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/6259594144948409054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=6259594144948409054&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/6259594144948409054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/6259594144948409054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-are-you-waiting-for.html' title='What are you waiting for?'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-6492637146257926654</id><published>2008-12-26T02:43:00.024+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:24:15.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lighter moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Giving Gyaan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tough to Swallow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Deeds can't change your destiny (A Fiction)</title><content type='html'>Be nice to everyone and God will be kind to you. Be good at heart and you will have a good life. I am tired of all these crappy lessons. I always had a doubt that, i being good to you will only help you have a good life and not me. Today as i sat alone in the coffee house with 2 coffee cups, my heart is totally convinced that being good does not guarantee me good life, in fact it doesn't even guarantee me life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was few months back when i sitting here, same seat, waiting for her. My eyes use stare at the door expecting it to open and finally the door opened and she rushed in, she was a it late that day but who cares! We never had any rules to be on time, no rules on who's wrong, perhaps that's friendship. I heard about Sanjana Tiwari from a friend and right from the day i heard her name and all those coffee chats with her has been a pleasure.Sanjana , No , she was not just another girl. She was different and i meant it, seriously.At least she was not like a few of my boring friends.Sometimes i feel so happy to be away from them and meet her. Sanjana was someone for whom you would like to miss out those stressful office meetings, calls, that IT world where i see no honesty and make sure you meet her, even if it was for a 5 minutes. She was a stress buster for a person like me who sleeps, drinks and eats IT.She is someone with whom you would like to share all your jokes cause only her simple honest smile makes you realize their worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was better than any of you can imagine, she had a very good heart. Its been long when i met such people, who give others more priority than themselves. Sometimes i use to wonder,whether she actually belongs to this world, i feel the world never deserved her. But she was a part of it. At times i use to tell her about some tough facts of life and how the world is so mean. But she always use to stop me and argue on it. The problem with her was that she use to think that everyone is like her with a clean heart. I being a big critic (a typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;virgo&lt;/span&gt;), whenever told her to be careful from some people around, she use to get angry and quarrel with me. I never argued much with her on this, thinking that she was yet to come across the real world and when she finds it, she will learn herself but i was never short on suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Deeds_Coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 333px; height: 221px;" alt="" src="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Deeds_Coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did spend many days at the Coffee house and all were memorable, talking to her was always fun. While i use to patiently listen to her never ending exam worries and she use to give me Tips on blogging, personal life etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Preetam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, you don't know how to end, the end has to be good only then it will have an impact on the readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Okay, stop shouting. A blogger is getting suggestions from a girl w&lt;/span&gt;ho is so worried about writing her exams. Hey it seems you don't know how to cheat. Do you want some tips ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No, not now. in case i need them i will ask you 5-6 days before the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjana was a mix of everything.She was highly impatient at times, may be out of excitement but when really required she turns out be most patient.The best thing about her has been that she use to carry herself. I don't know , whether she learned it or she was unknown about it. She is highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;immatured&lt;/span&gt; at times and you feel she is a fool but in the very next second , she will act smart and fool you. There were times when i used to enjoy some music in the coffee house,while she used to write something in her diary, sounds boring , doesn't it?? At times she use to forget her diary the coffee house boy use to return her next time. Coffee with her was better than Coffee with Gay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Karan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anyday&lt;/span&gt;. Having those never ending discussions with her are more memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to her, all elders must be respected blindly, while according to me people who deserve it, whether younger or elders should only be respected. They cant get any credit, just cause they were born before me. We had many differences, perhaps this was something which stretched out debates, discussions or whatever you call it for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjana was a pure vegetarian, not only in what she eats , but also what she speaks and i being diagonally opposite to her, controlled all those non-veg jokes for which i might be famous for. It was fun pulling her leg but at times she would kick back hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Deeds_Exams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 294px; height: 208px;" alt="" src="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Deeds_Exams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;How Sad! you call yourself a topper and you seem to be so worried about your exams, Shame on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How Sad! What a friend! instead of helping me, you are demotivating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OK, OK is it possible than i give Ur exams ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know, but NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna fail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was good at some silly jokes, which might not even bother you but she would laugh out quite loud at them, as if her jokes were the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day i met her , she was quite happy. She was going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mumbai&lt;/span&gt; the next day. Their was some worry about he upcoming exams as usual, but she was also excited about her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mumbai&lt;/span&gt; trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey, Should i get something for you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes, if you insist so much. you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Huh?? But when did i insist?? Anyways what should i get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;whatever you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.I just hope, i return and study harder, i wish to top again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh, don't worry, good things are bound to happen with good people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; like a good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day she left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mumbai&lt;/span&gt; for a week. I still use to visit the coffee house waiting for the week to get over , eagerly waiting what will she get for me. But i never knew this wait will be forever. 2 days later i came to know from her friend, that she was stuck in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mumbai&lt;/span&gt; terror attacks and she is no more. I was shocked badly and couldn't believe it at all. I mean , i just met her the other day. This news literally shattered me and i lost myself for some time. I didn't even had the courage to visit her house. I was deeply hurt and even till today i am finding it difficult to come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week i did visit the coffee house again, the coffee house boy returned me her diary which she forgot on the last day.I thought of reading it and i directly went to the last page of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so excited today, the world is so good and God is so kind. Finally i am going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mumbai&lt;/span&gt;. I know, i know, i should actually be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stydying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for my exams but i feel, once i come back i will cover it. I have decided to get some gifts for a few people, a bit confused about what should i get for this fool sitting in front of me. Well, i will search. i just hope i have a great trip and then some good exams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words from her made me totally numb. There was a day when she use to sit right across and talk about the beauty of life and i use to wonder, Will her goodness, kindness for the unknown world ever end ? I always felt the word Sanjana was full of life but never thought that her life will be short.  I always thought that she will discover life in her own way but never thought that she will not even get a chance. I always thought that someday she will come to me and complain about the world but the moment she realized it, she lost her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Deeds_Candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 480px; height: 313px;" alt="" src="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Deeds_Candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a month now and i have been regular to the coffee house, perhaps i am still expecting her. At times i still look at the door and expect it to suddenly open, i still order 2 cups of coffee thinking that she might return and ask me for those exam cheating tips. I know her absence has affected me mentally, but at times i still feel her presence and at times i keep expecting. Sometimes i feel , she might be stuck somewhere trying to come back, She might be stuck somewhere all alone wondering how will she prepare for her next exam, She might be somewhere confused about what gift she will get for me.There are so many people who keep harming others but why did God call someone who is harmless, someone who only knows good, someone who cant even think bad,. If deeds were to decide her future then she deserved to live forever. Unfortunately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today its been a month and with time i have lost all hopes. I wonder, how can God do this? May be he was short on angels or may be even he has given up when it comes to this world. I just hope and pray she is happy somewhere up and  and having a sip of coffee as i write. She must be waiting eagerly to see how i end this post. She will always be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I prayed to God in deep pain,&lt;br /&gt;As i don't know what should be tried&lt;br /&gt;In reply i just saw a few drops of rain,&lt;br /&gt;Indicating that even the God has Cried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is about to end and its been a good one for me. I am happy not only for this year but also for one more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fiction &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which i just completed and i hope you found it worth reading. Happy new year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-6492637146257926654?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/6492637146257926654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=6492637146257926654&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/6492637146257926654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/6492637146257926654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2008/12/deeds-cant-change-your-destiny_26.html' title='Deeds can&apos;t change your destiny (A Fiction)'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-8275631269404702483</id><published>2008-10-23T00:56:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:53:50.593+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Serious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Giving Gyaan'/><title type='text'>Will you be my Friend... Again ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Willyoubemyfriendagain4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Willyoubemyfriendagain4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have been there whenever i needed you, you wiped off all my tears and brought a smile on my face but what happened to you someday that even after being so near to me, we don't talk to each other. I always felt proud to hold your hand, but today for some reason i can't. I can't even tell you how much i miss you , may be i don't have the guts or may be i am a fool egoistic who is waiting for you to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you be with me again ? Can i share those same jokes, the laughter , those gossips with you again ? Why can't we all try to be friends again rather than remembering those silly fights and spoiling our time.  Different thinking, misunderstandings, jealousy, competition and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;. In all these things we might achieve great heights, but keep fighting and keep loosing friends, keep missing the wonderful time we can have with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, i make new friends and i feel happy about but the happiness doesn't stay long cause at the back of mind i also know i am loosing friends. Some have left me and i am not sure whether i will meet them ever again. I don't know whether i will see the same smile, play the same pranks on them again?? I don't even know that someday if i ever meet them , will i actually feel the same comfort again ?. As time passes and as distance increases, relationships weaken leaving some evergreen memories which we can't forget. After all friendship is the most wonderful relationship but at times it doesn't get the value it deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Willyoubemyfriendagain3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Willyoubemyfriendagain3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have passed through phases and i suppose everyone passes through a phase where we loose friends. The reasons can be very weird at times but somehow we convince our heart that it was enough to leave someone all alone. How sad!! Forgiving mistakes is something we never learnt. From somewhere we pick up a small reason and say good bye to a good friend , a friend who has given company in our toughest times, a friend who supported you even when you lacked support from your family. Once the friendship is broken most of us never try to be the same friends. The simplest question that i wish to ask you is What do you actually want ?&lt;br /&gt;1. A Good time with a friend or a 2. time spent alone trying to convince yourself that it was not your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were days when just a single friend was everything for you, an unconditional support, your power through which you felt most powerful and never hesitated to fight any battle, finally a shoulder which was just meant just for you. After being together for so long and sharing so many things, why do friends actually separate and their relationship breaks even after they still coming across each other ? Why can't they compromise and live the same way, they enjoyed ? Life has been funny, you win some and you loose some. Same holds true for friends. Nobody wants to loose but everybody has but even then nobody wants to compromise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back,  i use to enjoy the weekdays more than weekends cause it was these days when i met some close friends. Time has changed and so have many things and i eagerly wait for weekends when i can attend my music lessons. On weekends (besides loving my music lessons) i see a bunch of new friends who receive me with a smile  and then come those weekdays when i come across a group of people who made me feel so proud someday that even the thought of leaving them use to make me feel sad but today things have changed, they have changed, their priorities have changed. Well Priorities should change with time but that doesn't mean that the old priorities should be treated harshly, rudely.But you know i have never given up so easily (i actually don't remember when did i give up last time), and i think nobody should give up when it comes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;winning&lt;/span&gt; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you might remember a friend as someone who was with you for years but he can't be with you now cause some silly thing went wrong between you and you both decided to separate your paths and the time when you must be having those funny moments, you end up being alone. You don't have someone to listen to you, the person who was everything for you, today means nothing to you. Everybody makes mistakes but nobody wants to forgive. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Willyoubemyfriendagain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Willyoubemyfriendagain2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With time i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;learnt&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loosing a friend doesn't require any efforts, making a friend is difficult but remaking a friend is most difficult&lt;/span&gt;. It demands forgiveness, a big heart to accept mistakes, it demands you to forget all your complexities your ego and hug someone, someone who never meant to hurt you who is waiting for you to hold his hand again and take him to a journey of life time, take him again to the journey of Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Willyoubemyfriendagain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Willyoubemyfriendagain1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Diwali, i have this small gift for you which will be the gift you will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt; for a long time,i have a message which might bring back those lost days, bring back those smiles which you once had. Wake up,  its time to say sorry or its time to forgive, its time to remake friends, its time to run to that special friend who might be around you but even then you miss him. Its time to ask that special person whom you miss, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you be my Friend Again ?&lt;/span&gt; I hope for most of you the answer will be YES. Happy Diwali Everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-8275631269404702483?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/8275631269404702483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=8275631269404702483&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/8275631269404702483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/8275631269404702483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2008/10/will-you-be-my-friend-again.html' title='Will you be my Friend... Again ?'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-6509274985654710001</id><published>2008-09-08T12:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:59:40.193+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lighter moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing Dreams'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Preetam!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally the day has come, Was I waiting for it ? No. How do I feel ? Normal, seriously I m not feeling special as others do on their birthdays. How do I plan to celebrate ? I doubt I m gonna celebrate. Sounds boring ,doesn't it?. I am in office currently and plan to rush from here to my music class. I hope my teacher gives me the notes which I have asked him from quite a while and I am eagerly waiting for it. That would be great birthday gift for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did sleep early last night as I forgot for some time that 7th is coming and I might get some calls after 12. When I woke up in the morning and I saw a total of 20 messages and missed calls I realized that 7th has arrived. Happy birthday Preetam. Happy birthday for surviving one more year which involved quite a few professional and personal issues. Thank God the year is over and I hope with it even all those issues are gone from my life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still wandering why did I start writing and what should I write about ? I am not even sure whether I am going to publish this post or it will remain unpublished and remain in my documents like 10 such posts.  Should I write about my birthday wishes ? Na, not many wishes this time like last year. I just wish a year in which I can live upto the expectations of others and don’t disappoint anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this birthday means to me? How was my last 1 year ?How do I plan to make the coming year better ? &lt;br /&gt;Birthdays has brought mixed feelings for me. This day I do look back at the last year and figure out things which dint go well and how can I make the coming year better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was not that good and there are many reasons behind it. I wont disclose them. Frankly speaking I would like to forget it soon and move. In the next year fresh and full of energy. On the financial front last year was quite good as I learned how can I earn more than being happy with my job earnings. Made some good friends though I think I am still lacking reliable friends or may be I still expect more from friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the next year i cant promise much to myself. Its not like I have not planned but a few of my planned things depend on others. I guess this is one more reason I am expecting some reliability from friends. Actually I am living 2 of my big dreams and planning to achieve them. Out of them 1 is totally dependent on me and I am confident of it. In Next 1 year I also wish to find true love but I know its going to be very difficult. 1st question that raises in my mind is that Does it exist ? Time will say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else actually. This is one of those post which I started writing casually as I was having a tough time in office. Decided to leave work and started writing. I hope I will blog a bit regularly. Actually have been a bit busy off late but I am loving it. By the way , I hope along with me even all of you have a wonderful year ahead. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-6509274985654710001?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/6509274985654710001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=6509274985654710001&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/6509274985654710001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/6509274985654710001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-preetam.html' title='Happy Birthday Preetam!!!'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-2868559852556346782</id><published>2008-07-28T16:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:58:57.019+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Giving Gyaan'/><title type='text'>The Stage was set.</title><content type='html'>It has been long when I last addressed a crowd. I have always liked to share my experiences if I feel I can make even a small difference. My music class decided to have a music show on the occasion of Guru Poornima. It was my first, it was the 1st time I ll be playing music on stage. This shoow also gave me an opportunity to share my views on what has been my experiences and I was never gonna miss it. I did prepare a speech and rehearsed it couple of times so that I can leave at least a small impact. The time arrived, the stage was set, i was feeling a bit nervous before i actually started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I am Preetam Adwani, I always wanted to learn music but I never knew when. I was actually waiting for the right period to come. A period when I can dedicate some of my time to this subject called Music. It was difficult, initially it was highly difficult to find a music class. I remember roaming on the streets of pune during my office hours searching for a music class, but nothing satisfied me. I was lucky enough to come across Achievement Classes ( my music class) or  u can call me a fool who had such a good class nearby and I was roaming on the streets of Pune city .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has helped me to rediscover life. Life was not good when I actually started learning but today I am very happy standing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to mention a few things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st  (Looking at my music teacher) Thanks to Sir, Thanks a lot for your patience, I guess it was absolutely necessary for a slow learner like me. Initially we all start thinking Nothing is impossible, when we come across a few obstacles we start feeling few things are impossible and when the difficulty we feel Success is impossible. I guess it was that time when I was finding it extremely difficult to find time to practice my lessons , Sir motivated me and I continued learning and I will continue it throughout my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd I deeply admire him for his quality of maintaining a smile. We all come across bad days but Sir has this unbelievable power to maintain a smile even in bad situations. He continues to inspire me and I wish to learn this quality from him someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take life too seriously, or you will be serious soon. Enjoy it, Carry a bundle of jokes daily and crack them as often as possible. Make friends, fight with them and be friends again. Dont miss an oppurtunity to be naughty, make mistakes, learn from experiences, Fall in Love. Make sure nothing stops you from enjoying Life. Don't do everything for your profit, think beyond it. Life is beautiful but it depends on the person how much he/she enjoys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to Music, &lt;br /&gt;Music has been and will always be an integral part of my life. I hope the same is true for all of you. It multiplies happiness and reduces sorrows, It takes away the worst feeling, the feeling of loneliness away from you. I can't imagine life without music, Life without music, I guess would be a blunder. When I remove music from this world, I see only darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you are enjoying the show, I hope all of you continue to do the same, I hope all of you take away some good things from here, infact I gurantee you will. Thanks for bearing me, Thanks everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-2868559852556346782?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/2868559852556346782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=2868559852556346782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/2868559852556346782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/2868559852556346782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2008/07/stage-was-set.html' title='The Stage was set.'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-5819335977120749762</id><published>2008-04-12T14:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:35:14.243+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Giving Gyaan'/><title type='text'>Golden words of Friendship</title><content type='html'>While I was returning home after a bad exam,disappointed, depressed, failed even to cheat damn, and on top of that confused whether i will get time to perform better in the next.Suddenly i heard a sweet voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O Preetamm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She looked like an angel even though she was in black, with a priceless smile and deep eyes to die for which blew away all my depression and brought a smile on my face too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hey hi sup ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothin much, how was ur exam ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It was good.. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gr88, You see i told u that it will be good. But why u seemed confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me, when ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Before i called u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ohhh Actually nothin specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There is something right ?? can you share ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How can i share with you that i had a bad exam, that too when i promised you that i will work and prove something. How can i share with you that i had a bad exam, even after you woke up early just to wish me luck, How can i disappoint you ?? How can i ?? Suddenly i realised that i had to give her a reason and i had to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hmmmmm Actually i was confused about friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friendship ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ya , it is something, which you might not understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Actually it will take me long to explain you, so leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Temme in short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She stood adamant, and was eager to know what was my confusion all about ?&lt;br /&gt;Before she could catch that i was actually lying to her. i had to come out with something which she might believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OK, i ll tell you in short.. Lemme ask you one simple question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;How much do you rate me as a friend ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;How much do you rate me as a friend ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmmmmm, wait , as you said , i wont understand, first you answer me the same question ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I asked first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So why cant you answer first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ok, lemme think.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hmmmmmmm i rate you 10/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kewl... but why ? what was the thinking about ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cause you have been a good friend. No more questions, you answer me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ok lemme think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She seemed a bit confused , at least that proved that i was successful in lying to her by hiding that i had a bad exam.Finally she spoke ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As you said that i wont understand,&lt;br /&gt;may be you are right, i don't have any number through which i can rate a friend.&lt;/span&gt; (I felt so important) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know much about friendship my friend, but according to me, Friends cant be rated. I never make friends thinking that this person will be better than my existing friends. How cheap is it to rate friends or for that matter rate any human !!&lt;br /&gt;When i saw you confused, i thought it might be cause of a bad exam. i thought i will give you a new hope for the next exam but by asking me such a question you actually disappointed me my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left stunned. I had nothing to argue, her eyes said that she believed in each and every word she spoke, once again i discovered that i am bad at lying and disappointed her and i must be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I am sorry, actually i agree with with you, friends cant be rated, was stupid to ask you such a silly question, may be my brain needs rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its ok, don't be sorry mate, i can understand&lt;/span&gt; (and she smiled, gave me a sigh of relief).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Good she dint understand that i actually lied initially).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can i ask you something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whom were you lying to ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;huh ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To a friend who understands you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh no, Caught again ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Study harder for the next exam , and prove yourself.Wish you luck. Remember You can't get away by lying to friends and do remember the golden words of friendship "&lt;strong&gt;Friends cant be rated&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a Krazzy4 Tune played in background. It was my alarm tune and i finally woke up. Woke up with a new hope, woke up with a new lesson, woke up with a new thought that "&lt;strong&gt;Friends can't be rated&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-5819335977120749762?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/5819335977120749762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=5819335977120749762&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/5819335977120749762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/5819335977120749762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2008/04/golden-words-of-friendship.html' title='Golden words of Friendship'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-1946507322714991716</id><published>2008-04-11T13:37:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:33:01.277+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lighter moments'/><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>Accepted a Tag as i found some time and cool questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zameen&lt;/span&gt; Par". Have watched it 5 times by now. Masterpiece. Made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;I hardly get time to read, even if time permits i read technical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?&lt;br /&gt;Chess, Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE?&lt;br /&gt;PC world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; read from long. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;Petrol, any good perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. FAVORITE SOUND?&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;niece's&lt;/span&gt; laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;When Betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE?&lt;br /&gt;Can i Sleep more ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;Tina's Fast food, Love chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lolly pops&lt;/span&gt; there and visit every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rohit&lt;/span&gt; or Tina, a bit confused which name will i give to a baby boy n&lt;br /&gt;which to a baby girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. FINISH THIS STATEMENT. "IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I'D...?&lt;br /&gt;Keep 10,000 with me to buy a guitar n give rest to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU DRIVE FAST?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I am very slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. i sleep with my laptop at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY?&lt;br /&gt;Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?&lt;br /&gt;Maruti RITZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. FAVORITE DRINKS&lt;br /&gt;Rose milk, Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD .....&lt;br /&gt;like to spend some time with family n with friends, haven't got time to speak to my elder bro from a week though we stay in the same house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED IN.&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; since birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;Cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nothin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;Why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. MORNING PERSON, OR NIGHT OWL?&lt;br /&gt;Morning Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. OVER EASY, OR SUNNY SIDE UP?&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Side Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX?&lt;br /&gt;At home , in my room listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. FAVORITE PIE?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;, Mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU TAGGED THIS TO, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tagged anyone specific. Its open for all.. ;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Accept&lt;/span&gt; it and lemme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; your comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-1946507322714991716?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/1946507322714991716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=1946507322714991716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/1946507322714991716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/1946507322714991716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-838791328518384350</id><published>2008-04-06T16:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:51:32.602+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lighter moments'/><title type='text'>All Work and No Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ooooooofffff!!!Its been a hectic,very hectic time in office these days. I mean spending 15-16 hours sitting in front of the system unaware of the outside world with a bubble gum in the mouth is not easy. Home remains a place just to sleep. Before joining work, i used to think how can i use my time in the better way. What can i do after the office hours but these days i am so much lost in the work that i forget some basic things at times like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Blog_AllWorkandNoPlay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Blog_AllWorkandNoPlay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;I went and sat at the desk of some other person and it was only when i was unable to unlock the PC i realised that the desk is not mine&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; Went to my Team Leader for some work and when she asked my about it, i was confused why actually i went to her, i felt totally lost&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; Worst was when i was involved in some calculation of my code and there was a need to call a friend, i dialed the answer of the calculation and got connected to wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought i will be that stupid but i guess its the work which has started getting over me and may be very soon i will go totally &lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt; and who knows lost in my own world, i might even land up in the ladies washroom without realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time the responsibilities have increased but i personally feel that its increased at a high pace , though i will accept everything that comes my way but there are times when i feel that "I need Life". Not sure when will i get it. Somehow i have managed to attend my music classes this weekend. But trust me, even there i was unable to concentrate cause my brain was&lt;br /&gt;tired.I dont mind working and i enjoy it but anything in excess is bad. Being a Sunday, i am in office and managed to get some time out and write this small post. I feel that Dogs have a better life. Did i actually study all these years that i will not even find some time for friends. Friends !! Who ??? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : To all friends &gt; Sorry if i haven't replied to your calls, mails and messages, you all know the reason now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-838791328518384350?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/838791328518384350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=838791328518384350&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/838791328518384350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/838791328518384350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-work-and-no-play.html' title='All Work and No Play'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-8609235985686846336</id><published>2008-04-02T06:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:50:28.615+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lighter moments'/><title type='text'>The Return.</title><content type='html'>It’s been difficult to be away from this place. It was my decision to stop blogging cause of many reasons. There are times in our life when things don’t go our way and by just talking or blogging about these things, you get affected by these things to a larger scale. Another reason I stopped was cause if I blog, in one or the other way I will mention about the bad phase and make it worst for me. Sounds similar to the 1st reason, doesn’t it? Anyways Whatever I thought or decided actually worked a great deal for me. Today I sit relaxed, happy and feel blessed. February was awesome (without any Valentine) and March was somewhat good. I couldn’t have even dreamt of such good time coming my way so soon. After a long time, I am in love, in love with my life and want to live it to the fullest which was not possible due to awkward things happening at wrong time. Who Cares? Many things to talk about, many things to laugh about and above all many things to feel proud about. Keep watching and keep visiting this place as I start blogging again and the Game returns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-8609235985686846336?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/8609235985686846336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=8609235985686846336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/8609235985686846336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/8609235985686846336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2008/04/return.html' title='The Return.'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-3966298793839849451</id><published>2007-10-05T06:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:46:22.976+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting memories'/><title type='text'>Remembering Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is something which i wanted to write a month back. I am Happy i have got some time to remind you all that you can take everything away from me but not my pleasant memories, my pleasant memories with all my friends. My main motive behind this post is to take everyone to the days when we enjoyed a lot with all our friends but today we all miss them. We don't know where they are but we hope and pray that they are happy, may be happier than us cause they gave us such a wonderful time. Without wasting much of your precious time , allow me to take you all to this trip of heavenly time. A time which each of you might have experienced in your life and most of you might recollect those pleasant memories while reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remind a few memories which i remember very often in my free time and laugh at them. I will remember them throughout my life. I refer to all my friends and i hope they are listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering School Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friend do you Remember those early mornings in school where we use be so neat , clean , Nails cut, Hair trimmed with full of sticky oil. We use to run all around and blowing smoke from our mouth in winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/BloggerLoneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/BloggerFriendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those Days when we use to play Kho-Kho, Chupa Chupi and roam around in the entire town so that we can get 8-10 vacant yards for our pitch and more importantly 3 stones so that we can start with our Gully Cricket which we considered more important than all these International matches. If you cant remember than let me remind you that i hit you for 6 sixes in your over.. :P( Now Ur memory must be on track). Do you recollect the name of that lady who use to shout at us and doesn't allow us to play disturbing her afternoon sleep. She was a spoil sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Do you remember how we made Manja so that we can fly kites and i hope you are still aware about i use to cheat in marbles. I remember that I owe you 7 marbles , when are you returning them?. We always sat together and never bothered how we appeared even then we were liked by every other Girl. Let me tell you one thing my friend , Today girls have lost their Taste. Do you remember how we returned from school with half shirt in and half out cheering Hurrays as if we were the happiest and got out of a prison. Or Do you remember those 25 paise which made us fell like the richest person on this planet and we use to think for hours how we will spend it. Do you remember We always completed our note books together but today i am alone writing this post cause i am missing you. I hope you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friend Do you remember when you met this idiot , who din't even talk to you, who just kept quite waiting for you to start. Can you recollect those days ?? Yes, yes the Days when you saw this 6 feet guy who is so senseless that he always has full sleeve shirt with half sleeve folded.&lt;br /&gt;Remember those Days when we bunked and watched a flop Imran Hashmi movie " Jawani Diwani" only to watch that serial kisser.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you dint even correctly spelled my GF's name and i corrected you so often. I always told you that she was the sweetest but now i know that she was also senseless. We left each other. I hope you are convinced. OK, ok she left me cause i cant spend money on her. Who Cares!!&lt;br /&gt;Remember those days when discussed who is better Sachin or Lara and we concluded that Sachin is better. Now I have changed my opinion, i like Lara more than Sachin. She was hot in Partner and we are not Gay to Like Sachin.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that we had the same crush and all the trouble we took only to get a glimpse of her.&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we typed our 1st C program of "Hello World" without even understanding the significance of "void main() and getch() with a semicolon"&lt;br /&gt;More importantly you will always remember those days when there use to be a waiting list for a CD of sex videos. After all the Patience in the world we use to get the Cd's and we use to get annoyed saying " Yeh toh pehle se hi Dekha hai " ( Seen it before ). Our patience was all wasted. Remember those days when a Vada Pav filled our stomach with lunch. Remember those Assignments, Diagrams, submissions and photo copies etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You supported me, you wiped off all my tears, you told me that you will be always with me and you always said that "Friends are Forever ". Where are you My friend?&lt;br /&gt;What made you leave me ?? Are you listening ?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/BloggerLoneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/BloggerLoneliness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a Leveller. We take birth, we make friends, we earn money, we try to spread a bit of happiness and finally we realise that nothing is permanent and we loose everything and we are all alone fighting with our loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be able to post anything before Diwali. Happy Diwali everyone. I wont say you to be cool, be neat and stay safe. These all you come across regularly from music channel Hot VJ's and their advice will make more effect than mine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything else for you on this Diwali other than a few advices&lt;br /&gt;Be Logical, Be practical, Be Gutsy and be honest and quick. Chase the success unless you achieve it. Happy Diwali once again. Have a safe one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-3966298793839849451?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/3966298793839849451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=3966298793839849451&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/3966298793839849451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/3966298793839849451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2007/10/remembering-friends.html' title='Remembering Friends...'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-9210737305727369804</id><published>2007-09-04T18:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:45:00.376+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lighter moments'/><title type='text'>Budday Wishes</title><content type='html'>Everyday we ask many things from Almighty. We trouble him for all our wishes, sometimes irritate him with our crazy wishes. We trouble him the most on our Birthday and this makes him realize that he did a big mistake by sending us on this mother Earth. Whether he blesses us by fulfilling our wishes or not, we still keep asking him (No doubt we are greedy). So looking at the people with their everlasting hopes from him, even i plan to write what all things i want this Birthday and from this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born on 7th September, I don’t consider 7 as a lucky number like many others. I believe Luck doesn't come your way without any efforts. Last 1 year was just fine for me though it didn’t end well. I think i have changed a lot in the last 1 year. I don’t bother much about the things around and i don’t expect much from others resulting in less disappointments. I hope next 1 year is better than the last cause i consider it as more important year for me.( this thing is repeated every year ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways talking about the Birthday wishes this year, i would like to mention things which i want this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; I want to see end of Terrorism . i want all the terrorists to die out of a Blast occurring from their Nokia Batteries.&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; I want Kareena Kapoor to get an award, an award for the most senseless person in Bollywood and Shahid Kappor should praise her saying that she deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; I hate remakes but i want to see only one remake. Remake of DDLJ in which Simrun should try to catch the running train in the Climax but dies out of a Train Accident.&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; I want all Hindi News Channel to end and agree that though they were worst but still were Sabse Tez (Fastest).&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; I want Himesh Reshammiya to win an award for the Best Singer and he should reveal that his inspiration has been his Dog Anu. (Name given to honour Anu Malik )&lt;br /&gt;6&gt; I want 5 Friends to start Blogging Ashish Giri, RaviBhushan, Ashok , Shweta and Bhavesh. It was after reading Bhavesh's Blog ( which has ended now) i got inspired and started Blogging. So Guruji please start Blogging again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don’t&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; I don’t want any Gay friends this year. Does that mean i already have one ?&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; I don’t want India to win that 20-20 World Cup. Do i really need to ask this from God ?&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; I don’t want to have Coffee with Karan. Equivalent to having a Gay Friend.&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; I don’t want to find True Love this year. Not yet responsible enough&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; I don’t want to Kill any human Being nor any Politician or animal.&lt;br /&gt;6&gt; I don’t want to write any more points following this cause there is a power cut again at my place. So i don’t want many power cuts this year. They make me helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these crazy wishes and power cut, its time to stop, stop troubling God. On a serious note if i get the above things i will be satisfied and if i don’t , i won’t be much disappointed nor will I complain but their is one thing that i want this year, only one thing that's Courage. Ya Courage so that i can fight for the right and achieve what i want . Just give me some Courage God and rest I will achieve myself. So Courage is on High priority while other things are on low priority (Reminded me of rally Defects. Forget it, nobody will understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Blog_Birthday_cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/Blog_Birthday_cake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next 1 year, i plan to improve on my interests (Programming, Writing, Singing and start reading) and for all you people reading this , do visit this place to read about my Game of Life, improvements and a bit of success which i expect this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : To all friends : I doubt there will be any party this time but still i have the COURAGE to accept all your Gifts. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-9210737305727369804?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/9210737305727369804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=9210737305727369804&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/9210737305727369804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/9210737305727369804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2007/09/budday-wishes.html' title='Budday Wishes'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-2232685366607241569</id><published>2007-08-27T12:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:44:18.806+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Serious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Giving Gyaan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tough to Swallow'/><title type='text'>The Struggle in Life</title><content type='html'>What is the use of writing such a post ?I feel highly frustrated .The struggle continues and it will always.&lt;br /&gt;Preetam, Where do you see yourself few years from now??&lt;br /&gt;A question which excites me , takes me to another world , A world i wish to be a part of and then i come across so many obstacles which bring me to the real world .A world which continues to be mean, a world where there is no Satisfaction, a world where the rich is struggling more than the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 days has been highly frustrating for many reasons. Things happened exactly opposite to what i thought .High disappointment, Goals not achieved and the time to give up(What the f*ck).Never thought i would say this but that is the truth. You plan out things but everything goes exactly opposite and you come across a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell i don’t take failure in a good way?&lt;br /&gt;Why i start thinking of reasons that could make me feel better n make me feel that i m not responsible for whatever happened?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes why do I blame something else for my failure?.&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i realize that my efforts were not worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning i wake up early thinking i should take a bigger step towards my goals, my brighter future but i come across so many huddles that sometimes i am forced to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Give up cause there is not much time left for whatever is planned.&lt;br /&gt;The habit of working only in the end days is making me pay heavily now and i need to do something about it sooner .This is what i feel guilty for learning in my engineering days. Working in the end days doesn’t work as it use to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person continues to work harder. Even after achieving success no one is satisfied and the journey for bigger goals start. Sometimes i think is there any limit for happiness that anyone wants?? NO.. Life is sad n the struggle never ends. You might not agree with me today but someday you will realize that its the truth. I complete this post on this sad note. Even after all these negative thoughts i will work harder tomorrow for a brighter future, work harder to move from darkness to light. My hunger for success always keeps increasing. Thats what we all do throughout our life. Struggle for a brighter tomorrow . Thats life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-2232685366607241569?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/2232685366607241569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=2232685366607241569&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/2232685366607241569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/2232685366607241569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2007/08/struggle-in-life.html' title='The Struggle in Life'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-8319848839852853722</id><published>2007-05-13T01:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:43:01.959+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Serious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing Dreams'/><title type='text'>Changed Thinking, Bigger Dreams</title><content type='html'>Lots of expectations, Lots of dreams, Many not fulfilled but they keep on increasing.I don't know when will i be satisfied, don't know when will i stop expecting from myself. Am i asking a lot , am i trying to push myself more than required. I want to achieve many more things in life. Yes i want to, seriously I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know for how long but currently i am working on a networking project with a amazing and a very helpful team. Networking has been my interest but there are times when i feel free and wasted and the wandering mind thinks of many many things which i would like to do. I see successful people and i wish i could be more successful than them. I want to learn many new things. I've planned a lot about how should i go about them but currently i am finding it difficult to execute the plans cause of lack of time. There was a time when i use to waste a lot of time without bothering about its importance. I sleep less these days and very often i miss the 25th hour of the day. A teacher told me that when i feel short of time its only then you realise its importance and start utilising it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be one who is going to be happy with the way life takes me cause i want to achieve more. I've started having bigger dreams and try to put some effort towards it. Two months ago i was happy and satisfied with all i have had in life. An Engineering Degree, a job , What else ?? It made me proud, it made me relax and above all it made me happy (What the F*ck). Today it sounds a bit foolish.Its just 2 months and my thinking has changed. The hunger has increased, Dreams have increased and it keeps me going, keeps me going at a better pace, it doesn't allow me to relax much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all the people who gave me their time. I think the discussion with some people helped me to change my thinking. I am no more a satisfied person and i have started working on my interests. Its 1 A.M on a weekend and i still want to work, i don't know how far will i go?, but at least i wont loose any hopes and will continue taking steps towards my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-8319848839852853722?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/8319848839852853722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=8319848839852853722&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/8319848839852853722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/8319848839852853722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2007/05/changed-thinking-bigger-dreams_13.html' title='Changed Thinking, Bigger Dreams'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-8450942826823144455</id><published>2007-01-12T10:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:40:27.585+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting memories'/><title type='text'>Words can't describe them....</title><content type='html'>From last one week I am trying to write something but I always type a few sentences and feel that I am missing out something. What is it?? Why I want to complete it perfectly ?? What is it that I am finding it difficult to describe?? When will I complete it?? From 7 days every night I sleep unsatisfied with myself .I know I can’t describe them in words but I want to have some memories. I know I am going to miss them, miss them more then I ever expected. I can only have their memories with me. OH God why cant I have all my friends with me forever??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back I have passed through a very bad phase of life, a phase which I don’t want to talk about cause I want to forget it. After experiencing such a bad time I lost my trust nor did I feel like expecting anything from anyone. I knew I have to be a lot more careful in life. Nobody can be trusted, everyone is for himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a job brought a lot of happiness for me and I was eager to meet new people for the training but there was something which was going in my mind on the 1st few days. I was totally confused. I can’t judge a person by the way he/she looks, what if I come across a bad phase again cause of anyone?? What if someone betrays me?? I don’t know why did these weird questions came to my mind may be cause I have experienced some bad effects of trusting people blindly. I see some beautiful eyes, some bright smiles (  things which attract me the most in others). I see people with simplicity. In todays world everyone wants to be noticed, everyone comes out with some unique style. Simplicity is lost somewhere. I feel the time has come that more simple a person, more are the chances of getting noticed. I see people who are very humble but I hardly spoke to anyone cause of my confused mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed and I started making new friends. Every person I meet has something unique, something I can learn. I meet a few people who are not from my country, they come from Indonesia just for the training. They are honest and totally down to earth. I never expected to meet people who are so kind and have a big heart. I meet 2 Indians who don’t know Hindi which sounded a bit sad initially but finally I feel they are among the best Indians I met. I meet 2 girls who are highly determined and hardworking. They say "Machines never get tired but human beings do" but watching them working sometimes I feel that the computer system on which they are working may get tired but they never stop. I meet a girl whom I always suggested to relax but she always kept working and finally proved that " Honest efforts always gurantee huge success". She ended up being one of the toppers. There are many more people I met. Everyone is highly talented, everyone is so simple, honest and totally down to earth. Slowly my confused mind started trusting them and I started feeling a lot more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was full of fun for me. My first aim was to have fun and the second off course was to study and clear all the tests that we had. Whenever I came to know about the tests I always planned to get a very good score. I use to set targets for myself. But i never worked accordingly. Sometimes I felt tired, sometimes I felt lazy,sometimes I had some work. Even a day before the tests I had the same expectations, so what if the time is less. But even on the last day I hardly prepared. Finally on the day of the tests I use to pray to pass, I prayed that everyone should pass. Sometimes I felt ashamed that from such huge expectations I came down to passing that too I have  to pray for it. It did upset me but it didn’t change me, may be cause I managed to clear the test with a descent score. I do feel that I didn’t deserve whatever I scored. I thank God for making me a bit lucky during all the tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few words I used frequently and people started teasing me by repeating them and kept pulling my leg&lt;br /&gt;What the hell ( I use this when i hear something which doesn’t have much sense)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever ( When i don’t care much about a certain thing )&lt;br /&gt;Hey Listen ( To draw somebody’s attention to listen to me )&lt;br /&gt;Where were you ??&lt;br /&gt;What the f*ck (  sometimes used instead of what the hell ) &lt;br /&gt;f*ck&lt;br /&gt;I never bothered much about being teased and I took it in a positive note. Infact i always had a laugh at it. They kept pulling my leg by raising questions on talent of Hrithik Roshan but I always stood up for the most honest hardworking actor. Very rarely I got a bit irritated but at that time I preferred keeping silent rather than continuing any discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cracked many jokes. I cracked jokes to such an extent that people stopped trusting me when I was honest (What the hell !). I was hardly serious throughout the training and wanted to have maximum laughter. I have always hated people who think great of themselves but I hardly found any such person.There were times when I felt a bit different from others. Observing these simple people raised a few questions for me. Sometimes I felt Do I have a Ego problem?? Do I have a attitude problem?? Why do I get irritated sometimes?? Why cant I be calm like others. I wish to improve. I was learning many things from everyone. Everything was going fine.&lt;br /&gt;When everything goes fine, everyone wants to continue for ever, even I wanted to but the last day of training was approaching.  I knew that I am going to miss these people. The people cause of whom I forgot my bad phase so quickly are going to leave me soon. I started enjoying more, started cracking a few more jokes as days kept passing by.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Final Day : I had a strange feeling, not at all sure what to do. Time kept passing by and the confusion increased. Later we all gathered together. Lights off and everyone was asked to step forward and speak a bit as the training is over. I dont know why my mind started wandering. I lost myself for some time. I started remembering the beautiful moments that I had with all friends. When everyone spoke I felt so proud that the person is my friend but when the person finished I felt that I am loosing someone very precious to me. People kept coming and going and I started feeling like I am loosing friends. I started feeling like a looser. I wish I could stop them. I wish I could explain them what they meant to me. Throughout the last 2 months I have been explaining a few not to get disappointed and cry in case of a failure ( I cant see anyone crying ), but on the last day I was highly upset and with moisture in my eyes I felt alone. I kept looking at them, I always talk a lot but today I felt like listening to them. I know I am not going to hear much from them in future. They promise to be in touch with me but there is a huge difference between being actually there and being in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few weeks I doubt I will come across all of them together. May be within a month everyone will form different groups for the projects. Nothing is permanent in life, damn it, nothing. May be after a month I will wake up early morning but dont find the excitement in me. I may miss a few friend teasing me . I may not find the honesty and simplicity ever again. I may miss the support, the kindness. They changed my life and made every moment a memorable one. I pray that they achieve big success cause they deserve it, I pray they get all the happiness in this world. I know its getting too long and I feel I should end it now but I still find it incomplete. I can’t describe them in words, I can’t describe such kind human beings in words. I can just thank God that I came across such wonderful people who brought a big change in my life and I moved from a bad phase to a wonderful phase in life. They will always be missed.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-8450942826823144455?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/8450942826823144455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=8450942826823144455&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/8450942826823144455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/8450942826823144455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2007/01/words-cant-describe-them.html' title='Words can&apos;t describe them....'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-22696629121376023</id><published>2006-11-14T05:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:10:55.524+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Serious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Giving Gyaan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tough to Swallow'/><title type='text'>Will YOU Help Them ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/118/3888/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/118/3888/200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard something. It sounded like someone crying.I had my head down, traveling in a train to mumbai, when I heard this voice. When I looked up I saw a poor blind man asking for help. He was not alone. His son who was just 3-4 years old was guiding his father .The boy had a bright smile on his face cause he was too small to realize anything. The hands which should be playing with toys were asking for help but nobody bothered .Many people were relaxing in the train. Some reading newspaper, some having tea or coffee and some having their breakfast, but hardly anyone bothered to even look at this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time I see the same boy very happy. Its rare to see a poor person so happy. The reason for the happiness was only cause he was offered half a cup of tea by a passenger. Never thought half a cup of tea which was hardly anything can make a person so happy. A few minutes later I see that he shared that half a cup of tea with his father. Half a cup of tea is being shared among the poor only cause they dont get much help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A German friend of mine Talayeh (God bless her) has an infinite love for india which has always been surprising. She keeps on asking me about my country. I always feel proud whenever i get time to reply to her. She has a dream to come to india and has started saving money so that her dream comes true. She asks me about the festivals, about the people, about the food n bollywood. Her questions never end. It has always been fun replying to her but there have been many doubts on what will i reply to her if asked about the poverty in india. Will she have the same passion?? will she have the same love?? will she make the same efforts to save the money for her dream?? will she continue asking me about my country and make me feel proud? The doubts which i had from many months were cleared when i came to know that she is already aware of the all the problems faced by the poor in india. Infact she has started asking me about the name and address of any organisation through which she can help the poor in india. She wants to spend a part of her saved money to help the people in need. The respect for her has increased. A person is ready to delay her dream only to help the people of the country which she loves. I wish I get many such friends like her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dnh0kDZpYmU/Rg67LF4c-sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiOrNrk_v5M/s1600-h/21-A"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048178031560817346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dnh0kDZpYmU/Rg67LF4c-sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiOrNrk_v5M/s320/21-A%27bad-poor%2520family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an Indian there are many things which make me proud but there are few things which disappoint me and make me wonder . Poverty is one of them. Its very sad to see many poor people asking for help but people ignore them and dont treat them like humans. Everyday i witness these things. Today people cant help their fellow citizens. When will people understand???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dnh0kDZpYmU/Rg67r14c-tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I0VrzQZa2V4/s1600-h/p7000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048178594201533138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dnh0kDZpYmU/Rg67r14c-tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I0VrzQZa2V4/s320/p7000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who always expects a lot. Though I have been dissapointed many times offlate even then i have huge expectations from you. I dont know from which city, which state, which country you are??? I request you to please help the poor people in any small way you can. Please dont ignore them. Please treat them like human beings. They are just like you but a bit unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/118/3888/1600/920585/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/118/3888/200/842838/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be relaxing while reading this and might close the window after completing and forget everything and continue your life. Even tommorow you might treat a poor person in a rude way, u might again ignore the person in need. Will you be happy?? Why cant we make sure that we are there for them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not asking for much. I am only requesting you to help the people in need in any small way you can.Tommorow again u will be reminded about the poverty of the country in some way, Tommorow again you will come across few people who need help, Tomorrow again few may ask you for help with lots of hope in eyes. Will YOU help them????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-22696629121376023?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/22696629121376023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=22696629121376023&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/22696629121376023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/22696629121376023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2006/11/will-you-help-them.html' title='Will YOU Help Them ???'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dnh0kDZpYmU/Rg67LF4c-sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiOrNrk_v5M/s72-c/21-A%27bad-poor%2520family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850614.post-115418894011977214</id><published>2006-07-29T21:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:34:57.832+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing Dreams'/><title type='text'>Finally my website is done!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes finally I did it!! Its been more than a month now that I was planning to make a website and finished it today.&lt;br /&gt;After engineering had only 2 things in mind. 1&gt;Job .2&gt; webpage of my own.&lt;br /&gt;Started hunting for a job from day one after graduation. Always able to reach the final round of interviews but was not able to clear it. Trying to figure out my mistakes and learning from them helped a lot to finally get through in Tech Mahindra.&lt;br /&gt;Now was left with my Web page and targeted to finish it by july end. Initially started it at &lt;a href="http://www.27mb.com/"&gt;http://www.27mb.com/&lt;/a&gt; which provides 27 mb free space but came to know that the site is under construction and lacks many features(What the helll!!). Well I cant construct a website on a constructing site!! Search continued.Finally came to know about &lt;a href="http://www.googlepages.com/"&gt;http://www.googlepages.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Besides having many features it also provides a free space of 100mb. I cant ask for anything more. Google always comes out with something new with many features, Google earth =&gt; the most exciting for me. Didn’t require much HTML knowledge cause of the features. Only thing which confused me was contents of the home page. Wanted to add all those things,so that atleast I can make it my home page. Started making many rough pictures in my mind, added them and I come out with a website &lt;a href="http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/"&gt;http://itspreetam.googlepages.com/&lt;/a&gt; =&gt; best viewed with a resolution of 1024 x 768 pixels which itself is not supported by the PC monitor i worked on.Had a tough time cause of the resolution but somehow finished it. No idea how often will I get time to update this site but it really makes me feel proud cause now even I have a website which was just a dream 3 years ago..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850614-115418894011977214?l=preetam84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/feeds/115418894011977214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850614&amp;postID=115418894011977214&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/115418894011977214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850614/posts/default/115418894011977214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preetam84.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-my-website-is-done.html' title='Finally my website is done!!!'/><author><name>Preetam Adwani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06654092308026480454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP9mjpmAx7U/TcqN8o21jXI/AAAAAAAAASc/hM3vnnkEikQ/s220/profile3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
