<?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-35732711</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:41:37.660-08:00</updated><category term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unknown Talents</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-8540677249773719266</id><published>2011-02-12T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:12:47.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Navya.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blZ9kw2Qgkk/TVbppGLDRMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K-63ZfcBLNY/s1600/22012011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blZ9kw2Qgkk/TVbppGLDRMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K-63ZfcBLNY/s400/22012011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572898481158440130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the tiny eyes, she said a thousand words...&lt;br /&gt;even when she did not even is too tiny to speak one of those......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came into my life like a cool breeze of the summer..........&lt;br /&gt;It almost seemed that I waited a lifetime for this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she does not still know what a smile is&lt;br /&gt;She still smiles for me when I come back from work&lt;br /&gt;I almost feel refreshed and wait for this moment everyday,&lt;br /&gt;because this one moment relaxes me by taking all the pains away.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish her all the best for a lifetime full of competition&lt;br /&gt;with a promise that I will be there for her.........&lt;br /&gt;She just completed us as a family and we wait for the day &lt;br /&gt;when she will make us proud and We will say, "here comes my girl.........."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-8540677249773719266?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/8540677249773719266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=8540677249773719266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/8540677249773719266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/8540677249773719266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2011/02/navya.html' title='Navya.........'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blZ9kw2Qgkk/TVbppGLDRMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K-63ZfcBLNY/s72-c/22012011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-1428286913102589085</id><published>2009-08-25T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:53:39.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahani Abhi Baki Hai Mere Dost</title><content type='html'>Somebody asked me, define happiness,&lt;br /&gt;I said "See, that's easy"&lt;br /&gt;suddenly I got a call and forgot about it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next evening while going back home on the Friday evening, knocking on the door of another Weekend, I realized&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, the easy answer stil needs a thought, I said to myself "come on, this is easy",&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens, I feel good and happy all the time, just about putting it all into one single answer, I begun my thought process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started thinking, I got lost in so many different happenings,&lt;br /&gt;Just struggled in the crowd of thoughts to get a headstart for my search&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to myself, "Fine, family first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to think about good things that happened recently but could not recall any&lt;br /&gt;Probably I was too busy to know about day to day happiness that appeases my family&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked as to how come I am not aware, but then accepted the truth and moved on with my search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said OK, I am really glad to have love in my life and giggled a bit&lt;br /&gt;Even this emotion was shortlived when I realized that the frequency of constructive dialogs has reduced&lt;br /&gt;and These days we are more into justifying things to each other rather than knowing each other&lt;br /&gt;The old principle of Don't judge, just Love was moving out quickly out of my life and I did not had a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, enough" was the pause I needed to start on a new track and I just did that&lt;br /&gt;Memories of buddies and friends made me feel good and started me again on my track&lt;br /&gt;Searched my mobile to call up people and get to know how are they doing&lt;br /&gt;I called up a buddy and came to know he moved on to Americas four months back&lt;br /&gt;Looked at my mobile bil which said Four thousand bucks and immidiately felt, I was not on the right track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided, OK, I need to think about life in a new light....&lt;br /&gt;Success has its own cost but this is not what it is like&lt;br /&gt;Prioritize things today and learn to go back and say sorry&lt;br /&gt;Then life will be happy in all its bloom and glory..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think OK has been used excessively, its OK because I just wanted to put emphasis on some points :)... Simply Alok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-1428286913102589085?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/1428286913102589085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=1428286913102589085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/1428286913102589085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/1428286913102589085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2009/08/kahani-abhi-baki-hai-mere-dost.html' title='Kahani Abhi Baki Hai Mere Dost'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-8431500412180603859</id><published>2009-08-16T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:25:44.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-8431500412180603859?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/8431500412180603859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=8431500412180603859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/8431500412180603859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/8431500412180603859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-review-kaminey.html' title=''/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-2604440313384885213</id><published>2009-08-11T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:44:42.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-2604440313384885213?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/2604440313384885213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=2604440313384885213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/2604440313384885213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/2604440313384885213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-review-love-aajkal.html' title=''/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-3831370806931885819</id><published>2009-08-10T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:57:07.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>----Movie review: Public Enemies----</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/SoEGtnR7vyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LHSJzOhhuUI/s1600-h/215px-PEPOSTERsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/SoEGtnR7vyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LHSJzOhhuUI/s200/215px-PEPOSTERsm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368579611510423330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Johnny Depp, Christian Bale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length: 2 Hours and 04 Minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, The story is set in the year 1933, the era of organized public crime. Criminals like John Dilinger (Depp), Babyface nelson, and Pretty Face Floyed are toying with the laws and state police units are not able to stop them. Dilinger is famous for his swift Bank robberies. He can rob a bank for in under 2 minutes and move away in a stolen car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between a series of bank robberies, Dillinger meets Billie Frechette at a restaurant. He tries to woo her by gifting a fur coat. Frechette falls for Dillinger even after he tells her who he is, and the two quickly become lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, agent Melvin Purvis is appointed for handling cases related to Public Enemies and follows each and every activity of these criminals. In the meantime, Dilinger and Billie draw closer to each other. Billie works as a coat clerk in a club. The scene where Dilinger asks her to leave everything and come along is really intresting. I think the confidence level of John Dilinger as a person has been well potrayed by Depp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is well paced, except a few places where the scenes could have been made a bit more interesting. Like the scene where John Dillinger escapes from the prison by using a wooden gun. There is no mention as to how he got the idea to create a wooden gun and polish it to look like a small revolver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The close encounter among Dilinger and team versus Police have been well portrayed. The facts have been preserved and the excitement has been infused by the director. Except one fact, that Babuface Nelson got killed in the encounter in the "Little Bohemia Lounge", all other story contents are in agreement with the police version of incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, this is a better than average movie and deserves a 2.5 - 3 rating out of 5. The artists have done really well to get inside their characters and displays the level of research that goes into a face recreation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-3831370806931885819?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/3831370806931885819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=3831370806931885819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/3831370806931885819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/3831370806931885819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-review-public-enemies.html' title='----Movie review: Public Enemies----'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/SoEGtnR7vyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LHSJzOhhuUI/s72-c/215px-PEPOSTERsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-2344989501214592877</id><published>2009-04-23T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:27:30.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange......</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to a very close friend of mine........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dead or I am alive,&lt;br /&gt;This is not the way I wanted life,&lt;br /&gt;even the rivers inside have gone dry,&lt;br /&gt;cannot shed a tear, even if I try.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evils around took my flight to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;to show me the freaky things around,&lt;br /&gt;I was shattered and had no support,&lt;br /&gt;It just happened when I was alone...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sky, I heaved a sigh,&lt;br /&gt;this just looked like an ugly lie,&lt;br /&gt;but eyes are open and it is true,&lt;br /&gt;I am just thinking and thinking about you..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange is the word and I am sure,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world makes me allure,&lt;br /&gt;The support from heavens is still with me,&lt;br /&gt;God is great and he will alwys be with me.............. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-2344989501214592877?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/2344989501214592877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=2344989501214592877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/2344989501214592877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/2344989501214592877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange.html' title='Strange......'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-4629621729804414292</id><published>2008-10-29T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:09:54.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness......</title><content type='html'>If you find me happy, maybe I am thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;When I see you, happiness seems moving and true,&lt;br /&gt;The quality time we have spent together were life’s best moments&lt;br /&gt;Such times have closely built my world around you…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not find happiness till I was searching for it,&lt;br /&gt;I found it in moments when I forgot about it,&lt;br /&gt;The moments spend with you; will last a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Till time stops the life’s sweet-bitter -sour rhyme………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe nobody is indispensable and it is true,&lt;br /&gt;Until I think about the time spent with you,&lt;br /&gt;My serious thoughts have begun to dissolve in the solace of your companion,&lt;br /&gt;I have again started to believe in a bouquet of emotions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s time when I should say what’s due,&lt;br /&gt;Your smiles lights up the world around you,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I smile, I need no reason to feel the happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Because I am always thinking about you…………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2008, Alok Sharma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-4629621729804414292?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/4629621729804414292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=4629621729804414292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/4629621729804414292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/4629621729804414292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2008/10/happiness.html' title='Happiness......'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-821349066497113349</id><published>2008-10-21T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:36:57.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move On.............</title><content type='html'>I never learned to live life,&lt;br /&gt;The way so called gentlemen perceive,&lt;br /&gt;In the world of extraordinary gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am not able to breathe………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippocracy rules the minds and hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty and truthfulness are things of the past,&lt;br /&gt;Smart idiots are considered better then sincere men,&lt;br /&gt;Then we complain about the stress and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why people complain,&lt;br /&gt;When they win or loose games for there own gain,&lt;br /&gt;Because life does not guarantee the way it will take,&lt;br /&gt;This is the lesson we all shall attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a Sunset there will be a dawn,&lt;br /&gt;We just need to Move on, Walk on, Rock on……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Copyright 2008, Alok Sharma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-821349066497113349?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/821349066497113349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=821349066497113349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/821349066497113349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/821349066497113349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2008/10/move-on.html' title='Move On.............'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-4748982997585980908</id><published>2008-10-05T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:31:27.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and Emotions............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/SOmSVPKMgCI/AAAAAAAAADc/wVIuPYvDf4c/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/SOmSVPKMgCI/AAAAAAAAADc/wVIuPYvDf4c/s200/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253891333848596514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love, I don’t doubt it&lt;br /&gt;When I fall, I don’t falter &lt;br /&gt;When I lie, I accept it&lt;br /&gt;When I cry, I understand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get hurt, I relax&lt;br /&gt;When I make memories, I don’t bound&lt;br /&gt;When I am away, I trust&lt;br /&gt;When I feel guilty, I confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get happiness, I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;When I get sadness, I analyze&lt;br /&gt;When I get angry, I don’t take decisions&lt;br /&gt;When I get shaky, I stabilize &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fear, I am in prayer&lt;br /&gt;When I make love, I am in passion&lt;br /&gt;When I disappear, I find time for myself&lt;br /&gt;When I trust, I am dedicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am indecisive, I wait&lt;br /&gt;When I am confused, I discuss&lt;br /&gt;When I am distressed, I hug&lt;br /&gt;When I am not satisfied, I work hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel fortunate, I thank&lt;br /&gt;When I feel concerned, I address&lt;br /&gt;When I feel torn, I express&lt;br /&gt;When I feel overjoyed, I control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe in making things better with each moment for me and everyone around, &lt;br /&gt;Keeping my feet strongly glued to the ground&lt;br /&gt;This is my way to get relaxed among the busy walks of life&lt;br /&gt;I listen to my heart in this jungle of extraordinary sounds…………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Copyright 2008, Alok Sharma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-4748982997585980908?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/4748982997585980908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=4748982997585980908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/4748982997585980908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/4748982997585980908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-i-love-i-dont-doubt-it-when-i-fall.html' title='Me, Myself and Emotions............'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/SOmSVPKMgCI/AAAAAAAAADc/wVIuPYvDf4c/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-3027621808379129807</id><published>2008-09-15T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:21:44.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relations</title><content type='html'>What to write. This is one of those times of life when you have so much to express but you don’t get enough words to express yourself. Ohhh, no current incident inspires me to write this but at the same time it’s a topic which I feel is a matter of prime concern for everyone. We also need to set appropriate expectation levels for each of our relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have performed one side of different roles in various relationships. These experiences give us a learning to handle various situations in life. I classify my relations into three broad categories Acquaintances, good to have, and must haves. At any point of time in life, I do not feel you can have more than 10 (Apart from your folks) people in the must have category. Please note that I do not consider any gender bias for any of the above named categories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acquaintances are timepasses who does not really matter. It doesn’t really matter if they are with us or not. These relationships are best explained in the age group of 15 years to 30 Years. Believe me there will be times when you count someone in must haves and they will put you in acquaintances. Whenever you come to realize this, the resultant pain is all due to the poor expectation management on your part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realization that you have over imposed yourself onto someone when there was no good response from the other side is stressing and painful. Few good words to explain this “Dil se milne ki tamanna nahi hai jab dil mein, haath se haath milane ki zarurat kya hai”. Whenever you realize that you are into such a situation, I believe the best way is to make a graceful exit before you stress yourself from the burden of carrying dead meat any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two categories are pretty much important lot. We should try to be selective while scanning people for these two categories. Must haves shall be handled with extreme priority. These relationships need to be cared (and sometimes even pampered). Sometimes we walk so fast that we leave everyone else far behind. The realization happens when we actually reach alone at the top. I have seen instances where people have questioned themselves“If we are gaining financial prosperity, why are we not happy ”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you always have time to receive an incoming call and say “I will call you later”. It makes the person at other end feel good. It is very common I guess to feel frustrated when someone does not pick up the phone or hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During college (UG), I met Ms Kiran Bedi. She gave us a great insight on priorities and life. The slip method (as I remember this) works all the time. Since I have left following this method, the quality of life has deteriorated. The slip method instructs us to maintain two lists. First list lists all tasks that need immediate attention whereas the second list contains tasks that can be done later. You shall frequently add, delete, or transfer tasks from both the lists. Try it for at least six months and you will eventually find out that most of the issues that caused stress in your relationships have already been taken care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good relationships make us feel comfortable. Watch out before you set expectations and love unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-3027621808379129807?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/3027621808379129807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=3027621808379129807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/3027621808379129807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/3027621808379129807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2008/09/relations.html' title='Relations'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-3202049413072941764</id><published>2008-09-10T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:15:42.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in Attitude........</title><content type='html'>A page from the diary of my room mate...... Translated with due permissions from the author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not my types but opposites attract. I feel good when I am with her but still the comprehensions of a would it be Ok, grips my mind. There were at least three occasions when I came close to her and started saying this but the breakdown at the last moment makes it almost impossible for me at times. She is young, vibrent and enthusiastic. Perhaps, soemtimes she does an overconfident act that later makes her realize that "ohhh! was it ok or I looked a bit weired". Maybe, she is also trying to understand this mean and tough world like me where I trusted nobody for years. But now she is there on my mind (I wanted but cannot use "in my life").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still recall the moment when I proposed a young lady (the first time I mean) around 10 years ago. This moment is one of the most precious memories of my &lt;br /&gt;life. I was sitting on the pavement close to the college canteen. She was coming from the opposite direction. I breaked into a conversion with a stupid &lt;br /&gt;stupid tagline "&lt;strong&gt;Did it hurt when you fell down from heaven&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;She smiled and replied "&lt;strong&gt;What?&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;I replied "&lt;strong&gt;You look awesome today&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;She giggled and said nothing. I realizaed this was my real chance.&lt;br /&gt;I continued the form with another tagline "&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any raisins? How about a date?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;She just smiled and walked away. I guess this was the sign of a silent approval from her side.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten long years have passed and I have shifted into a comfort shell of my own which supresses me from doing whacky or indifferent things. Priorities change with time, we all become toys in the hands of priorities. I believe I am into a great depression whereby I am not able to express my feeling to someone whom I meet everyday, chat regularly in and after official work, go for movies, dinners and what not. Still the fear of loss seems to grip my mind everytime before saying "Let's get togather".&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to conclude but I have nothing more to write. As I write this, the lines "Dont gimme attitude, I have one of my own" seems so fickle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-3202049413072941764?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/3202049413072941764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=3202049413072941764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/3202049413072941764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/3202049413072941764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-in-attitude.html' title='Change in Attitude........'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-745285518136846206</id><published>2008-08-31T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:40:51.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phir Dekhiye</title><content type='html'>Aankhon Mein Jis Ke Koi To Khwab Hai&lt;br /&gt;Khush Tha Wahin Jo Thoda Betaab Hai&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Mein Koi Arzoo Kijiye&lt;br /&gt;Phir Dekhiye ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoton Pe Jis Ke, Koi To Geet Hai&lt;br /&gt;Woh Haare Bhi To, Us Ki Hi Jeet Hai&lt;br /&gt;Dil Mein Jo Geet Hai, Gun Guna Lijiye&lt;br /&gt;Phir Dekhiye…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaadon Mein Jis Ke, Kisi Ka Naam Hai&lt;br /&gt;Sapno Ke Jaise, Us Ki Har Sham Hai&lt;br /&gt;Koi To Aaj Se, Apna Dil Dijiye&lt;br /&gt;Phir Dekhiye…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khwab Bhun Yeh Zara, Geet Sun Yeh Zara&lt;br /&gt;Phool Chun Yeh Zara &lt;br /&gt;Phir Dekhiye….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-745285518136846206?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/745285518136846206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=745285518136846206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/745285518136846206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/745285518136846206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2008/08/phir-dekhiye.html' title='Phir Dekhiye'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-561607298980011753</id><published>2008-08-28T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:09:58.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Khayal.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dil se nikal kar sadayen bhi kuch baatein karti hain&lt;br /&gt;Kuch raaste mein dum todti hain, kuch manzil par marti hain&lt;br /&gt;kuch sapno mein raat bhar sone nahi deti aur kuch jagti aankhon se dikhai deti hain&lt;br /&gt;Majboor hoon is soch mein, mann apna par soch parai hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apna shahar hi ab apna sa lagta nahi aajkal&lt;br /&gt;Ya toh hum badle hain ya log alag hain&lt;br /&gt;Koi dikhta nahi is bheed mein jise apna keh sako&lt;br /&gt;har koi bas kahin bhagta lagta hain aajkal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere mere beech mein bandhan nahi koi&lt;br /&gt;Toh kyon teri oor khicha aata hoon main&lt;br /&gt;Jab aaya tere nazdeek tujhe jaanne ke liye&lt;br /&gt;khud ko aksar akela, bahut akela pata hoon main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zamana laakh koshish kar le par zamana hi rahega&lt;br /&gt;Ab kuch toh kal kuch aur kahega&lt;br /&gt;sab ki zuban ko chup karana nahi mumkin&lt;br /&gt;Dil ki sunne par hi mera zor rahega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(C) 2008, Alok Sharma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-561607298980011753?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/561607298980011753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=561607298980011753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/561607298980011753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/561607298980011753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2008/08/khayal.html' title='Khayal.........'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-397576017238605501</id><published>2008-08-28T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:39:38.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bas Ek Lamha</title><content type='html'>The life is moving on, one day at a time. As they say, there are days and there are days. Sometimes we feel that a particular day should stay forever, but time moves on. There are times when we tell ourselves, it's a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how things shape up with time. As a teenager, we make a lot of commitments to ourselves but it is amazing that these resolutions break by late twenties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, there you go, don't feel sorry thinking about one past resolution that never took shape. We all are creatures that work on a priority, and priorities change with time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just completed the book "Happiness by Tal Ben Sher". When I started reading this book, there were random thoughts of wage motivational suggestion that might be there in this book. I personally recommend this book to everyone I know and love. The author has a great regard for happy moments. Did it reminded of something, maybe the bell at pizza hut, which carries the message, "Had a good time, ring the bell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes just a moment of madness to change the whole life. Believe me, we all have an attitude that is not even known to us. It comes out either at the worst or the best time. It transforms us into a Hero or a criminal. So, Watch your thoughts carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Johny Walker Mascot still reminds me about the necessity of life "KEEP WALKING". Ohhhh, I can still hear the song "I tried so hard...... In the end it does not even matter" running in my mind as I write this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-397576017238605501?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/397576017238605501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=397576017238605501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/397576017238605501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/397576017238605501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2008/08/bas-ek-lamha.html' title='Bas Ek Lamha'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-4577804679993138897</id><published>2008-08-27T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:53:08.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil Dhoondta Hai.................</title><content type='html'>Still recall the title line of this beautiful song and wonder how beautifully it fits any current day scenario. The first taste of exuberance of youth was the most thrilling and exciting moment of life. Although, it's still a very decent age for me and many modern day colleagues but those days of acute freedom will never come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when god designed human life what exact thoughts would have been there in his mind. All those silly jolly emotions like happiness, sorrows, love, lust, liking, excitement and what not. Undoubtedly, we remain the best creation of almighty till date. Things change but our basic emotions come out with even odd memories of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes make us a better human being but by nature we always are reluctant to change. Comfort zone funda I guess, but it does not work for long. The thought of living with the same pocket money of college days seems difficult but the memories always point to those no work full tension days. Tiny little things used to make us feel good or bad. Times of spending hours with people and then calling them after reaching home, ohhh, it seems silly today but remains as the best days of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a discussion but a moment of thought that striked me and I wanted to share the same to a wider audience. Not even a discussion as some things are not meant to be discussed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and excitement go hand in hand. The fun is not bounded by a CTC, either it is there or it is not. Take it as a tip, Happiness is not a standpoint but a journey that bounds the exciting moments in joy and expectation. There are so many virtues that are bound to happen but we still feel happy and excited about them. For instance, the first faltering steps of a baby are aways precious to any parent but we always knew that the child will walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think a line which says, "Shikwa kaise karein zindagi se, shayad uske liye bhi waqt nahi hai". Believe me, if you are committed to something, there will never be a dearth of time for doing that thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-4577804679993138897?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/4577804679993138897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=4577804679993138897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/4577804679993138897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/4577804679993138897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2008/08/dil-dhoondta-hai.html' title='Dil Dhoondta Hai.................'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-5648979851957964466</id><published>2007-02-06T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:49:44.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Random Thoughts :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/Rcl2E-nAmWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qFWDqN3MdEw/s1600-h/waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/Rcl2E-nAmWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qFWDqN3MdEw/s200/waterfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028680286834039138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hey what's wrong with you&lt;/em&gt;", Raj asked to the unknown person looking at him.” &lt;em&gt;almost nothing just trying to figure out where have i seen you, probably nowhere&lt;/em&gt;", the man replied and left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the guy left, Raj was amazed at the reply of the guy and he almost asked himself "Was i a bit rude or I could have asked if i could be of some help".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us can relate to this small incident, can you recall any situation where there was a need to be a bit more polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old rule of thumb still holds "You get what you give", try to avoid doing such thing to people that you do not want for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not like an idea that does not mean that it is absurd. Afterall, a human being is also a creature of limited intellect. Do not ever ridicule or laugh at somebody's idea, nobody shall have a right to do that to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being short tempered is another problem; do try to avoid shouting at people while driving. Do not take decisions in anger; these little decisions will always go against you (sometimes these decisions are capable of breaking a career). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you mind your speech in anger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try to recall, when was the last time you helped somebody without expecting a return. The return for these deeds will pay more dividends then you can ever imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you kids will also grow in this social setup; you better try to make it cordial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-5648979851957964466?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/5648979851957964466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=5648979851957964466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/5648979851957964466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/5648979851957964466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-random-thoughts.html' title='Just Random Thoughts :-)'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/Rcl2E-nAmWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qFWDqN3MdEw/s72-c/waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-3953120928610407943</id><published>2006-12-27T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:16:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talaash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/RZTcqCdwNgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M-avvXbPcR0/s1600-h/ATT00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/RZTcqCdwNgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M-avvXbPcR0/s200/ATT00055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013874899944486402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Koi bula raha hai tumhe &lt;br /&gt;apni taraf bahein failaye &lt;br /&gt;tumhari tarf dekh raha hai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;jiski sookhi aankhon mein pani nahi hai &lt;br /&gt;paas ho kebhi tumse jo door hai&lt;br /&gt;Yaad aa rahein hain woh beete huye pal &lt;br /&gt;bas wapas aa jaye woh beeta hua kal &lt;br /&gt;jab dooriyon ka naamonishan na thha &lt;br /&gt;Rahoge tum saath tumne hi toh kaha thha &lt;br /&gt;Koi bula raha hai tumhein apni taraf........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;L&lt;em&gt;ikh gaye humari zindagi pe tum apne pyar ki syahi se&lt;br /&gt;dikha gaye manzil jo door thhi is rahi se&lt;br /&gt;raaston pe bhi humein bhej diya tumne&lt;br /&gt;manzil hai mere paas par tum kahan gaye&lt;br /&gt;Bemani manzil hai par rasta gazab thha&lt;br /&gt;Mar jaane ka man ab se pehle kad thha&lt;br /&gt;ab bhi yakin hai ke tum saath ho&lt;br /&gt;kyonki tum toh ek ehsaas. bas ek ehsaas ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bas ek baat ab hum ko bata do &lt;br /&gt;Us ke baad tum kuch bhi saza do &lt;br /&gt;Manzil pe hum ko chod ke tum jo chale gaye&lt;br /&gt;bas yeh bata do ab is manzil ka kya karein...............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copyright 2006 Alok Sharma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-3953120928610407943?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/3953120928610407943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=3953120928610407943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/3953120928610407943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/3953120928610407943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2006/12/talaash.html' title='Talaash'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BtHGx60Gqo/RZTcqCdwNgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M-avvXbPcR0/s72-c/ATT00055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-9074990335397147411</id><published>2006-12-13T02:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:21:51.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Stay Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel that there is a lot of negative energy spread across us but still if we can be positive in this environment we will really become truly good human beings. When i feel that the life is not just about 9-6 routines and going back and sleeping to again do the same routine next day. So, what is it all about? Let's discuss..............&lt;br /&gt;When i was young i used to do around two thousand different activities and used to be happy on small small things. At that point of time I didn’t even had a bank account that told me every month that i have some money to spend and save. My budgets were limited and so were the choices. Very few of the demands used to be granted but still i was happy. Even today i do not feel sad but at the same time the enthu is just not there.&lt;br /&gt;Why does this happen. As we grow, we all tend to define the boundaries of our safe zone. We also define labels for activities (Remember this labeling was missing in childhood, Just do it attitude).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to think too much, define impossible (I just can't achieve this) and make rigid rules or mindsets. What can be done to make sure that this attitude does not catch up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you did your favorites thing (remember, those long cycling trips or guitar sittings, cricket matches, football games). As i am writing this blog i do not know the answer to this question. I simply seem to be running out of time but how come this is possible when everyone of us does so many things in the same 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me i plan to implement this from today and i advice the same for you. Once i will start to do this i am sure that all the negative energy that i soak during the week vanishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also tend to be conventional about our approach towards things (this happens like this only) but if edison/newton/watt/wright brother's had that kind of attitude then i believe we would have been living in an old world. See new things in new light of a positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see the people around you the first thought that comes to your mind should be Let's talk to this person and let's know this person. When was the last time you cared to stop and chat with someone for 5 minutes. We all love to know each other. If i will help someone today, i will get the same in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on the principle "Great to see, nice to talk, Let's take a timeout and go for a walk". I believe this will make you feel positive and help you in cultivating constant thoughts of positivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living for a brief time (Max 80 yrs out of which the golden period is already gone), let us make the best out of the available years.&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now............... will catch up later&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-9074990335397147411?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/9074990335397147411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=9074990335397147411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/9074990335397147411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/9074990335397147411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2006/12/stay-positive.html' title='Stay Positive'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35732711.post-116038721125423800</id><published>2006-10-09T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T02:48:50.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Nice Article on Love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by Swami Vivekananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this:"You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how&lt;/span&gt; I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings. Give and don't expect.Advise, but don't order.Ask, but never demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing thought... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is beautiful!!! Live it !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35732711-116038721125423800?l=alsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/116038721125423800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35732711&amp;postID=116038721125423800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/116038721125423800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35732711/posts/default/116038721125423800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alsharma.blogspot.com/2006/10/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>I am here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18097146095881165193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
