<?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-34601722</id><updated>2012-01-03T11:57:08.370+05:30</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Activity'/><category term='Life'/><category term='College'/><title type='text'>A Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>..It's just begun.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-5300288935905694003</id><published>2010-01-04T00:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-04T01:28:14.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2009: A lifechanging year</title><content type='html'>January&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It began with quite a nightmare, 31st night itself finding myself rushing to the hospital at 5:00 am with a friend frothing from his mouth after an accident. Hours in the hospital and leaving without any good news.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a brighter note after quitting IBM had lots of time on hand, and had met a number of ppl from ISB and it began. A series of meetings week after week - house parties, scrabble, lots of drinking, coffee, movies and dinners. A house party at my place with bonfire and lots of alcohol, whole lots of fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A trip to Amritsar, wagah border and bhatinda - Kari, dolphy, tashan and I. Lots of good food, train rides and reminiscing college days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The saga of ISB meets continue, the gang - Sushant, sangram, sree, kat, aarti, fluffy, dolphy, kari and I.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A trip with the ISB gang to Rishikesh - fire by the river, good music n a few drinks. A day full of rafting, ending with a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zicelife/3289910480/in/set-72157614036206412/"&gt;photoshoot&lt;/a&gt; of us modeling for the camp!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guttu's wedding - 3 days of B52's Sambuka's and black label. Meeting whole lots of ppl, dancing and having a blast! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The IIM experience - Dad, Rahul maus &amp;amp; I suited up to go to IIMs to recruit! I gave the presentation, accepted applications, shortlisted candidates, and interviewed them. Boy at the end was i glad that i did not go to IIM I (not that i got through!) .. Very disappointed with the quality of students, did not pick anyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goa in style - with the opening of the hotels in Goa, boy was it lavish!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MDI - After the IIM fiasco, I thought of going to MDI to recruit. Spoke to someone at the football field while playing and got me a slot. Repeated the routine, but this time did pick one guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was finally time. Our US trip. Dolphy &amp;amp; I packed our bags and we were off to the states! It started with quite a disaster. After an 18 hr flight, we finally land in New Jersey and took a shady cab to jha's place, went quickly to see newport and back on the tube towards the airport to board the flight to Costa Rica. American Airlines took off from JFK only to make an emergency landing back at JFK because they couldnt retract the landing gear! Thus began a never ending wait for the next flight in a queue served by this bugging black .. oops.. african american guy! Finally our flight takes for miami (we had a connecting) but by the time we landed, our connecting flight to costa rica had left. Again in a line, got ourselves some coupons for accomodation at a nearby holiday inn. After sleeping for a few hours (slept an hr less coz daylight saving changed that day but the clocks said the same time, i really wonder how these guys manage!) again back to the airport. A couple of hours flight to Costa Rica, finally after almost 72 very long hours, most of which were spent on the airport or a plane, we reached our destination!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Costa Rica (8th March - 13th march) - Meet Ashish's cousins Manan and Ranjana. Almost saw a live volcano (the bloody guides pointed and said its there, all i could see was fog!), went to hot water springs, ate tons of beans and rice, lots of beer (forgetting the name!), swim in the pacific ocean, boat ride to a desolated beach, caught a fish, stayed at a locals home in san jose. (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=100625&amp;amp;id=632979807&amp;amp;l=31144b4066"&gt;Pics&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miami (13th - 16th March) - Miami spring time with college friends. Wat do you do the first night - yea strip club! Bandar volunteered not to drink and was driving, lots of alcohol later most of us were thrown out :) wont divulge more details here! An awesome drive to keywest the next day, hitting the beach next day, and a major culture shock at 'The Mansion' A nightclub in miami. (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=100359&amp;amp;id=632979807&amp;amp;l=980d22728f"&gt;Pics&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orlando (17th - 19th March) - Chilled for a day then 2 days of universal studios and tons of exciting rides, only let down was that i couldnt do skydiving :(.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NY - Atlantic City - Boston - Philly - NY (19th - 29th March): Times Square, a singles party at a club opening, a night of gambling from - $150 to + $300 to + $50, Harvard, Columbia University, west village, Statue of liberty, Rocky steps, Empire state building, hot dogs!, NBA game, wharton 52 disco inferno (painting my hair red!). (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=99323&amp;amp;id=632979807&amp;amp;l=6a994fc7be"&gt;Pics&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A rushed one week before joining ISB, lots of work to wrap up!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time to pack my bags, a last night with the boys and off I go to B school ..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Settled into school, a hectic O Week - treasure hunt, first case study (krishna's dilemma), talent night - emotional atyachaar &amp;amp; love mera hit hit, football, cricket (ghungralu baal!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pre terms - Accounts, still struggling with that subject&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A number of ISB lounge parties, ending up at 8 am followed by breakfast at goel/ista/ell, lot of new ppl, friends and weird asses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sushant &amp;amp; I regularly went to library to do our assignments and pre reads, only to realize we stand no where after the first mid terms, never went back :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Campus elections - stood for the president of Real estate club, but lost. Cant blame a guy for trying ..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;More long nights of assignments, drinking, sports, more assignments and exams!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Came back home in the first term break to meet up with the gang before they left for their B schools.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birthday night was treated by my friends at sports bar, but that wasnt the end, the birth-day was extended to a birth-weekend. It was a blast!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Term breakTrip to Mumbai to meet her, lived at ritesh's place and spent some really nice evenings with her watching a movie, taking the local, eating awesome food, a night at HRC, morning breakfast, n drinking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rest of ISB seems like a blurr - more assignments I guess!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;August &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Again seems like a blurr, like night after night it was this race against time with so much to do and so little time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started the league - ISB Football League, the wild greens, the golden rays, the blazing reds, the lightening blacks and the icy blues!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Humpi in the term break with a gang of 20 ppl, didnt really see any ruins, just ate drank, played poker and slept - perfect :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diwali on campus! played lots of cards, dressed up for diwali, did pooja at DK's place and ofcourse enjoyed a few drinks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;End of core terms, fate was sealed, couldnt do much about the CGPA any more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bandar came over on probably one of the most boring weekends  on campus!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goa again! this time with the entire ISB gang! 9 bar, Curlys, Mandolin, brito's, Mykonos Blue and ofcourse 'do your own thing' the infamous quote of suzi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;International placements begin on campus with a few bagging a couple of hundred thousand dollars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solstice - kari and dolphy came over and 72 hours of non stop drinking and fun began! I still dnt know how kari managed to take his flight back! A good prank pulled on me by the SLC, and ofcourse one jerk was there at the end of the party to irritate 30 of us but surprise surprise not a single punch was exchanged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New years - Threw a party at the new house, ended up at 7 am, was a blast!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-5300288935905694003?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/5300288935905694003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=5300288935905694003' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/5300288935905694003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/5300288935905694003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-lifechanging-year.html' title='2009: A lifechanging year'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-8481226536717994689</id><published>2009-12-21T12:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:49:35.914+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What a week !</title><content type='html'>Phew .. Beginning of last week I did expect this week to be quite eventful, but even then I underestimated its impact.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Dumped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday &amp;amp; Wednesday: 2 sleepless nights of assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: Kari popped over on campus, Porn Prank on me .. a night of drinking at the Pauls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Dolphin came over too, the Gurgaon trio came together for a long night of partying @ Solstice! (Kari was sloshed :) ) .. O Ver Das killed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: After surfacing late in the afternoon, an evening of drinking with awesome rock music by Conjoint and a scintillating performance by Raghu Dixit! Another night of dancing :) .. PS: Fatty got engaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday Morning: An hr long episode with a cocky guy on campus, and 30 ppl trying their best to resist the temptation of beating the crap out of the guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday Evening: Flight to delhi, a beer at Howzzat with colg buddies and a long night of assignments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Bank, Offices, deals, meetings ... back to Hyd in the evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what else is in store before this year comes to an end .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-8481226536717994689?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/8481226536717994689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=8481226536717994689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/8481226536717994689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/8481226536717994689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-week.html' title='What a week !'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-3785262361112921832</id><published>2009-09-28T03:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:22:22.754+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stars Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedailygreen.com/cm/thedailygreen/images/wo/stars-sky-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.thedailygreen.com/cm/thedailygreen/images/wo/stars-sky-lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This theory came out during one of the Lounge of 'o8 parties at ISB, and expectedly I was drunk when it was made. But when I actually remembered the theory the next morning I was actually impressed as it was actually damn cool. It goes like this ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When one looks up at the sky on a clear night, what does one see? The stars shining bright across the sky. What did you miss? The obvious .. All the dark space in between the stars. Its very natural to look out for the stars in the sky and your line of sight hops from one star to the other. Now, these stars represent all the big names in the corporate world The BCG's, Mckinseys, ITC's, Blackstone etc where every MBA aspires to reach. Amidst all the focus on these stars he forgets the space in between and more importantly forgets his own ability .. his own light. If only once one can see the darkness in between and realize that he does not have to reach those stars but rather has the capability of giving birth to a new star. One can make a mark for himself and not run after all the jobs. Especially students at ISB who do have the talent and skill to give birth to a new star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For once, just look up to see the darkness and visualize the birth of a star. Thats all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-3785262361112921832?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/3785262361112921832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=3785262361112921832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/3785262361112921832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/3785262361112921832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2009/09/stars-theory.html' title='Stars Theory'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-3986754497158247480</id><published>2008-12-19T17:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:24:39.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BOOM !</title><content type='html'>Loud enuff blasts have rung thru several cities in the last few months - Mumbai, Delhi, Jaipur... Are we deaf, or do we just roll over n put it on snooze thinking i will wake up the next time it rings ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot has been written, spoken, read and heard in the media. Frankly, I dont follow politics as much to understand half the things .. But chucking aside whether India should look Nuke out those bastards from Pakistan or the leaders resign. I dnt believe in the top down approach, as in ofcourse the leaders have a lot of influence over such happenings, but what hits me first always is what is the picture on the ground, what is it that we can do differently to make India a better n safer place to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now b4 u start thinking that this is another blog to form a forum or light candles, then stop! I aint suggesting any of that. Frankly i am not suggesting something that is ground breaking. What i feel amiss here is that ppl dnt take a city or a country here as one community (not gng into regionalism or religion). For ex, ppl dnt consider Delhi as their own city. For most ppl, their lives is limited, like in a silo - restricted to their ofc, car or home. Walled. Noone looks beyond that. Its surprising when ppl open their window of a BMW and throw an empty packet of chips on the road ?! I just dnt get it. Why ppl bribe the cops for a jumping a red light, dont you think you did something wrong thr? Why ppl dnt give their seat to an elderly lady standing in a bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example i find baffling is, when the metro stops .. everyone looks to exit and enter the metro at the same time ! y cant u stop for 10 secs let the ppl come out first and then enter !! Its these small things, wat i term as 'social consciousness' is something that is abso-bloody-lutely absent. I know there are plenty of ppl who fight for their daily survival, so dnt expect them to be socially conscious , but there so many other well educated and aptly well off ppl and even they dont realize it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its these small things that makes you conscious of your surroundings and you accept it as part of your living and thats when you start taking care of it. Then probably one wouldnt sell a mobile SIM card without proper proof or wudnt give an aptt on rent without checking all credentials. Call the police without reluctance when one sees something fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, hopefully next time apologize and give a smile when one bumps into someone accidentally rather than giving a scorn and walking off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-3986754497158247480?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/3986754497158247480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=3986754497158247480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/3986754497158247480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/3986754497158247480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2008/12/boom.html' title='BOOM !'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-4069314080428834254</id><published>2008-12-19T17:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:54:11.366+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My lil dream world ..</title><content type='html'>This was one evening in hostel in the final yr. Vicky had just got his placement, and we were all celebrating the occassion, sitting outside kari's room n drinking silly. It was vicky, kari, birla, shady, n me. As always one topic came up where we all had a strong point to put forward .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Life has got more stuff than just being in a job man .. I mean one definitely needs to do a job but then should not loose focus on other things that he or she loves doing."&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: "its all a bloody rat race, you just keep getting sucked into the system, slowly n steadily even b4 u realize, you have lost touch of all those things that you thot u wud do in life"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Na, i beg to differ ! i think one definitely can go ahead n manage things, and always still pursue his dreams hobbies .. watever makes him happy"&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: " Its easier said then done. You are saying this coz u aint part of the system yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 3 years since that discussion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i look back at myself, all naive and living in this dreamworld of doing wat not with life. Dont get me wrong, i love my life and am enjoying every bit of it. I still manage to do everything i feel like .. as dolphin puts it, i live in my own dream world. But frankly, i say wats wrong with living in one, i end up staying happy and not get bogged down by realities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, most probably i wud be doing my mba next yr. Now a course like that has tremendous potential to get one right in the center of the rat race, more salaries, quicker life with all the ringin blackberry's and flying across to attend x number of meetings across the globe. Life shifts gears, and the dreams then just seem like dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here again, i think there is a lot more to it then just that. Its upto one to pick his battles and resist to lead one's own life. Dont get me wrong, i am not saying i dnt want success or specifically professional success. But that's just a part of the big picture, there is so much more .. As someone wrote 'Be more than what you do' .. I think here the 'more' is defined by the way you lead your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give my view again on my lil dream world 3 yrs hence to see whether reality caught up with me or not ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-4069314080428834254?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/4069314080428834254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=4069314080428834254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/4069314080428834254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/4069314080428834254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-lil-dream-world.html' title='My lil dream world ..'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-5007117072102753235</id><published>2008-05-18T23:52:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:47:47.137+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Return</title><content type='html'>I have been away for a long time, more than a yr as someone pointed out! U'll be hearing a lot more often from me ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-5007117072102753235?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/5007117072102753235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=5007117072102753235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/5007117072102753235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/5007117072102753235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2008/05/return.html' title='Return'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-7324554449917468853</id><published>2007-03-06T12:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:06:01.464+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activity'/><title type='text'>Wall Paintings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYPSgRY2nw/Re0a7ifNUuI/AAAAAAAAABU/DEk6qvxAFqM/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038713168269759202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYPSgRY2nw/Re0a7ifNUuI/AAAAAAAAABU/DEk6qvxAFqM/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The pictures you see on the right are wall paintings made by my bro n me (primarily by the former :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are life sized and made by hand!! I'll explain the method used and you can use it to create own masterpiece. If you think you need great artistic talents to pull this off, then you are wrong. Trust me if i could do it, then so can you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a black and white printout of the image that you want to paint on a transparent A4 plastic sheet. (The one we guys used in between our BTech Project reports.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose an appropriate wall where you want to paint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Use anything u can get&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYPSgRY2nw/Re1QgSfNUxI/AAAAAAAAABs/mYJRMhJjrCE/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038772073746223890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYPSgRY2nw/Re1QgSfNUxI/AAAAAAAAABs/mYJRMhJjrCE/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from which you can hang (or make it stand) the picture at a resonable height (waist high would be fine) at a distance of about 3 feet from the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take a bulb and put in a box (a shoe box would do fine.) Make a small hole at one end of the box through which you can get a point light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Darken the room and place the light behind the picture so that you get its image on the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Use a pencil and outline the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Remove the whole apparatus and now colour it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I have showed a couple of drawings I have done, as i make more I'll upload their pictures here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone does follow these steps or has any improvements then please mention it in the comments &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYPSgRY2nw/Re1OqCfNUwI/AAAAAAAAABk/Frtmp3xSdIA/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038770042226692866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msYPSgRY2nw/Re1OqCfNUwI/AAAAAAAAABk/Frtmp3xSdIA/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy !&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;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msYPSgRY2nw/Re0cASfNUvI/AAAAAAAAABc/S5sTnTft1RE/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-7324554449917468853?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/7324554449917468853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=7324554449917468853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/7324554449917468853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/7324554449917468853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2007/03/wall-paintings.html' title='Wall Paintings!'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msYPSgRY2nw/Re0a7ifNUuI/AAAAAAAAABU/DEk6qvxAFqM/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-2876251324679147224</id><published>2007-03-05T12:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:10:54.622+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activity'/><title type='text'>The poem game ..</title><content type='html'>Its this game I played once with a friend of mine. The rules are pretty simple and the result is quite colorful. All you have to do is write a poem; you write one line then the other person writes the next line and so on.. So the next time you are getting bored in office use gtalk to get poetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our result,(All good lines and big words are hers :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~ The Rising ~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;In horrors of darkness, bright sunlight evades,&lt;br /&gt;Bursting through the cracks darkness prevails,&lt;br /&gt;The abyss of emotion this journey creates,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fill the void, but alas! Darkness darkens and doesn't vacate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lost in translation, fear engulfs,&lt;br /&gt;Transcending through time, like empty skulls,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling so pristine, nothing but, visceral,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping with belief for life's a sabbatical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;From chthonic depths, rises the soul,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond reason it searches for thee, thy light is what brings darkness to heel,&lt;br /&gt;The powerful beauty unleashed on the world to feel,&lt;br /&gt;It cleanses the aura making nefarious forces kneel! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Learning's of life, from darkness to light, is god's way,&lt;br /&gt;Awakening the dormant spirit, from a world so grey,&lt;br /&gt;Comes from within, it's the mind that's got to slay,&lt;br /&gt;For a beautiful life, we have to live each day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-2876251324679147224?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/2876251324679147224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=2876251324679147224' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/2876251324679147224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/2876251324679147224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2007/03/poem-game.html' title='The poem game ..'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-5274867674884015752</id><published>2007-02-27T13:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:38:55.739+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Salsa - My first class !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a lenha pro fogão, vem fazer armação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de coió, é curtir o verão.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the lyrics of 'Hey magalena' , the OST of the movie - Dance with me. If anyone has seen that movie knows exacly what salsa is all about. Those graceful seductive moves performed on foot tapping numbers; it can be pretty alluring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked by my cousin if I would like to learn the dance, my instant reply (very unlike me!) was '&lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;' ! Soon i found myself in a medium sized room walled up with mirrors on all sides and a bunch of people chatting about. After customary hi's n hello's the class was called to order. I was asked to just see and follow, if possible. As music filled the room people formed groups and started moving in a synchronised and graceful manner, leaving me to just gape and move about as if i was a chicken caught in traffic while crossing the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seemed like eons, the music finally stopped, and my grinning sister said the we will not be joining this group but a beginners one! Phew , i let out a sigh of relief and followed my sis to a corner of the room where few other people were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulkit, our instructor started explaining that salsa was basically a 4 beat dance comprising of 4 basic steps. You can watch this video below to see what its all about : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/diwN1LiL5iw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/diwN1LiL5iw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After an embarrasing half hour, (in which i realised that i have two left feet and wondered how on earth do i even walk!) i saved some face and picked up the first 3 basic steps!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am still a long way before i stop looking like a clown, but I will keep practicing! I will also advice all you guys to give it a try, it's a lot of fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At the end of my first class I saw a small demo by a couple who both knew salsa and man it was B E A Utiful! Trust me this is one dance, you want to share with that someone special! So people who already have partners, get enrolled ! n others who do not have partners have all the more reason, coz u just might get lucky there ;) !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" onclick="alert('sam')"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-5274867674884015752?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/5274867674884015752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=5274867674884015752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/5274867674884015752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/5274867674884015752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2007/02/salsa-my-first-class.html' title='Salsa - My first class !'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-7756155707982187584</id><published>2007-02-20T12:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:18:26.801+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>College Life</title><content type='html'>An unorganised list of incidents, things &amp; phrases which were highlights of our college lives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VVS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CVR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negi's lounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadys cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IFFCO Chowk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2280&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8882&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizzing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bansal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC,MC,BKL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EngiFest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LHMC, MAMC, IIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fight marna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admin Block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transit hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mess food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bercos - crispy chilly potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the holy kaand'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunny n bharadwaj ka Bhenc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chichora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raka,DRC,Goldy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawana Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;space travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SentiTalks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hostel loo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shady n Birla'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thakur n kari'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CellPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BigChill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P*rn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photocopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED Sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NJ, Hot 3rd yr, hot pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexo (sec-16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apsara, Somji Som&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops  n pabu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masti ki pathshala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanti reservation march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cbat's, KNags, MadC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyber campus, Entech, DC Book shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakers Bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goa - Mambo's, Titos, beer, Satish ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, where did u sleep last nyt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, grad party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is endless .. a million memories ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps : If i missed anything worth mentioning then please add to the comments I will update it here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-7756155707982187584?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/7756155707982187584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=7756155707982187584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/7756155707982187584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/7756155707982187584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2007/02/college-life_20.html' title='College Life'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-5444941028262906415</id><published>2007-02-14T00:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:06:01.863+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The Seagull Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYPSgRY2nw/RdIRJSiqDCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jPz0wWK8kUk/s1600-h/Butterfly%2520Effect.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031102585019960354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYPSgRY2nw/RdIRJSiqDCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jPz0wWK8kUk/s320/Butterfly%2520Effect.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'One flap of a seagulls wings would be enough to alter the course of the weather forever.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above quote is the origin from which the more poetic quote emerged - the butterfly effect which stated that the fluttering of a butterflies wings can cause a tornado in another part of the world ( i guess even scientists like dramatization!) , well I'll stick with the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would use an example from my life to prove the above quote. we'll rewind about 6 years, when we all were good boys (and girls) and were preparing religiously for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IIT&lt;/span&gt;. Then luckily (or unluckily) I didn't reach the target I had set out for but scored a 393 in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CEE&lt;/span&gt; test.(note: not 392 or 394) . I joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NSIT&lt;/span&gt; - ICE and for the first six months, waiting in the hope that I might get upgraded to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DCE&lt;/span&gt; comp by the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. But slowly I began to settle in that place and was having second thoughts of making a shift instead wanted to freeze my current branch. Thankfully (i guess!) I did not choose to do that and as fate would have it I was the last person to make it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DCE&lt;/span&gt; comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the first day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DCE&lt;/span&gt; arrived and i knew only one soul there - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kartik&lt;/span&gt; ! (We guys were together in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FIIT&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;JEE&lt;/span&gt;) He introduced me to his group- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vicky&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;anshul&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;saraf&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shantanu&lt;/span&gt;! and not long i got to know a lot many others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like everyone else even my college life played a leading role in defining the person I am today, especially the friends i made during that time. So now when i sit back and think what if i had marked just that one answer from (B) to (D) in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;CEE&lt;/span&gt; test. I wouldn't have met anyone one of you guys. Then how different my life would have been ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I have been a believer of the saying 'A man makes his own destiny' but as years are rolling by i am beginning to get inclined the other way.Maybe there is something like 'destiny' and our roles have already been written, and all we are doing is just enacting the script. (I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Anshul&lt;/span&gt; would def agree with that! :) ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-5444941028262906415?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/5444941028262906415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=5444941028262906415' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/5444941028262906415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/5444941028262906415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2007/02/seagull-effect.html' title='The Seagull Effect'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msYPSgRY2nw/RdIRJSiqDCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jPz0wWK8kUk/s72-c/Butterfly%2520Effect.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-116154706443580755</id><published>2006-10-23T01:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:36:11.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Social suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This topic was brought to my knowledge by a friend of mine, who knew someone who had committed suicide.I will not elaborate on that but it was the biggest shock to me, I was accustomed in reading such articles in the paper and never paid any heed to them, and never thought that I will ever meet a person who could do something like this. But my throat went dry and couldn't believe my ears when I heard the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little study over the net about this and the figures and reasons connected to the act were unbelievable. An article quoted that more than one lakh people take their own lives every year in India! The figure was mind boggling, upon reading more I found certain very strange things. One would think that these acts are committed out of sheer helplessness, possibly poverty or the lack of education. But astonishingly the highest rate of suicide in India is in its southern parts which boasts of almost cent % literacy and high per capita incomes, so then why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stated that the biggest reason is expectations, it could be from yourself but largely from the society. The same society or culture that has evolved over thousands of years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what it has evolved to that a person is not allowed to live peacefully and forced into leaving this world permanently. Human race is said to be the most advanced life form on the planet,but tell me have you ever seen a dog or any stray animal jumping of a building or killing itself? Funny as as the thought may seem, but it never ever happens. Then why are we the more advanced race, who cannot even handle to keep its own hands of its own neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the type of society we live in, and sadly this is the way its going to be. If we cannot even provide ourselves a reason to live how on earth are we going to help someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is it more important to score 90 % in boards or is it so important to get a multimillion $ job? These are just parameters which have been set by the society and it gauges you on that, it doesn't care whether you are happy in whatever position you are in, it wont let you be you, and will never miss an opportunity to judge you even once. I am quite sure one wasnt born on the planet just to satisfy these so called norms, thats not the reason one lives for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For more facts and figures visit : -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hinduonnet.com/fline/fl1821/18210960.htm"&gt;http://www.hinduonnet.com/fline/fl1821/18210960.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-116154706443580755?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/116154706443580755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=116154706443580755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/116154706443580755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/116154706443580755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2006/10/social-suicide.html' title='Social suicide'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-115866006871927960</id><published>2006-09-19T15:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:35:04.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This probably is the most talked about topic in town, but at the same time no one dares to speak it outloud. It's still a taboo in our households. Some say this ensures that our cultural heritage is preserved. I would like to know how does not talking about a subject which is the basis of life preserve our moral values?? Not talking about it does not mean that it is not happening! Instead its creating the largest population of HIV-AIDS infected people in a single country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well am not trying to propagate sex here, and neither am I suggesting the practice of it as taboo. Over my years in college I have met many people who have had different views over this topic, but there was one thing common- everybody wanted to do it. Just that for some people their conscience didn't allow and for some others it wasn't a matter of conscience. One of my friends (Name withheld) actually used to encourage people in doing it, and many a times actually convince the strongest of characters into believing that sex wasn't bad! Kudos to his marketing skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am differing from my point. Coming back to the topic of sex. Discussing the delicate issue that whether its right or wrong. On this I will state a very simple thing, "If the two people involved in the act are totally aware of the consequences and sure about their decision then they should not bother about others and what they will think !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice safe sex :)&lt;br /&gt;-- This article is written by a virgin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-115866006871927960?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/115866006871927960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=115866006871927960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/115866006871927960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/115866006871927960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2006/09/sex.html' title='Sex'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34601722.post-115857333523940496</id><published>2006-09-18T14:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-18T23:06:00.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the shackles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life begins and as you grow up, you develop dreams and like everyone even I did. I used to love looking at the stars and hoping one day I'll be between them , really wanted to be an astronaut. And as I grew my aspirations sometimes grew and sometimes they changed. At one point of time I really wanted to be a cricket or a football star! I guess till a certain age one does not see his career option or what he wants to be in terms of money (though being a cricket star would earned me pots of money!) , instead one sees what he wants to do. But as one grows up he starts to see things differently and slowly he becomes a part of the rat race. And even before one realizes that, its already too late. He or she is already burdened with so many responsibilities that it's impossible to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I look back at my life I realise that I am not so different , going through school and engineering and taking up a job in the software sector. I sit here all day in front of the computer and punch keys in the keyboard! ...Is this what life is about? I am not suggesting that I have a bad job, I am luckier than many to get a job like this. But at the end of the day it does not give me any satisfaction. And the worst part about this is that now my mind cannot branch out in any direction it wishes, because it has been stereotyped through the years to think in a defined manner which the society has preached. I no longer possess the imagination I had when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to sit here and crib. Instead am hoping and trying to gain enough energy to cut across this defined path and drop the dogmas taught to me by society. I hope I am successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to ask you all, whether you are all happy and satisfied in doing what you are? Or you are also hoping to break free? And if you are then what is stopping you? There is just one life and one is not just supposed to live it as a compromise or in a state where one is working for a better tomorrow and compromising the present. Just think what if that tomorrow never comes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34601722-115857333523940496?l=samridhsharma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/feeds/115857333523940496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34601722&amp;postID=115857333523940496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/115857333523940496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34601722/posts/default/115857333523940496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samridhsharma.blogspot.com/2006/09/breaking-shackles.html' title='Breaking the shackles'/><author><name>Samridh Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336330542379710973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6629/3814/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
