tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504488830239067562024-02-08T17:07:52.847+05:30Manohar Kahaniyangdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-9013965656845478212009-02-13T16:27:00.003+05:302009-02-16T15:24:07.998+05:30Full CircleIts all coming back<br /><br />its Feb <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >again</span>, i am about to launch a new site <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >again</span> and am serving my notice period ... <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">again</span></span>.<br />Funny how life sometimes moves in gyres and if you dont <a href="http://manoharkahaniyan.blogspot.com/2008/02/notice-post.html">record</a> it all you might never realise it.gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-2596109670586299222008-08-15T08:52:00.007+05:302008-08-15T09:42:43.071+05:30The Olympic gold essayMy first reaction to Abhinav Bindra's Gold medal at Olympics 08 was- 'Ah! finally we have something in our hand'... now after few days of the news settling in ... i think of my school days. i think of my english text books, of chapters that were about P.T Usha.<br /><br />Ask me what this gold medal means to us! We are a generation of school kids who crammed -' 100 crore population and not even a single gold medal' essay over and over again. I belong to the generation that listened to Barkha or Vikram Chandra on TV raising the same questions, "is it the govt's fault? or is it parent's?" I think of the entrance of my post -grad school, of writing the 25 marks essay on "In the Olympics, few nations are bigger underachievers than India".<br /><br />And the more i think, the more i envy the school kids of today. I envy the fact that next year their CBSE text books would be all about the 'Golden boy'<br /><br />And ah! i envy the joy of writing one essay less on issues within India :)gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-91812161536704071902008-08-14T23:17:00.011+05:302008-08-15T00:17:05.998+05:30In fond memory of me (almost)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0csa_jjQtEc/SKR4PsKrNQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jA6mt0C9u20/s1600-h/Facebook+-+Garima+Dhiman_12187099404371.png"></a>It is quite funny how one can get so attached to oneself - one's virtual self - my almost second life :) ...Today, i deleted my facebook account :( and somehow its making me sad.<br /><div><div><div><br /><div>To most it may appear as funny, weird or stupid...but it actually had some of my most nicest memories , 'pokes', numerous insane compatibility tests, brillaint & flattering photo comments, meaningless and often self-glorifying status messages of people i knew and mine too... and above all the whole act of getting kicks out of literally stalking on someone else and then not admitting it at all :<span style="font-family:courier new;">D</span></div><div></div><br /><div>Of all the times i would have mentioned 'viral' nature of social networks, i felt it most when i was selecting the delete option. Friends, collegues and others who were all added over time... gradually seeing the '6' friends count reach 168, and the whole idea of having discovered someone through someone else and 'friends of friends'...*sighs* ...some of these i sincerely hope would add me again if & when i come to life again.</div><div> </div><div>Until then...</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234441463728541378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0csa_jjQtEc/SKR4xysdjsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZT3aiPhIw6g/s400/Facebook+-+Garima+Dhiman_12187099404371.png" border="0" /></div></div></div>gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-11258779907902511992008-05-02T10:32:00.005+05:302008-12-10T01:59:23.673+05:30Realisation # 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0csa_jjQtEc/SBq7_kFSAtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/st8_nwq-bgk/s1600-h/28422439.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0csa_jjQtEc/SBq7_kFSAtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/st8_nwq-bgk/s200/28422439.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195671820817269458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">I was much </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >happier</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> as a kid, but then i was too busy trying to grow </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >old</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">.</span>gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-24746455060521181522008-05-02T10:19:00.005+05:302008-12-10T01:59:24.127+05:30No hyperlinks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0csa_jjQtEc/SBqfr0FSArI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kSvKytEESBM/s1600-h/ist2_5590629_hand_cursor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0csa_jjQtEc/SBqfr0FSArI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kSvKytEESBM/s320/ist2_5590629_hand_cursor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195640695189275314" border="0" /></a><br />why is real life so unlinked? why cant i shout it out aloud that i hate <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">her</span>, and that i still love <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">him</span> after what he <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" >did</span> or that the <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">reason</span> my eyes are puffed up is not because i am not well or that <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">this</span> cant be happening. wish i could link them, without ever taking names, with just pronouns.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">why are there </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >no hyperlinks</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> in real life?</span>gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-14457660283358487892008-04-23T21:57:00.012+05:302009-02-13T16:38:23.970+05:30Realisation series@ who ever is reading this - meet realisation series.<br />@ realisation series - meet the one who bothers to read this blog.<br /><br />Introduction: Realisation Series<br />A publication of some ordinary and some extra-ordinary confessions by the author of this blog, which is intended to continue indefinitely.<br /><br />The author has been scribbling these confessions on random office stationery like postage stamps, newspapers and notepads....and believes its time when the paper cribs meet the "digital rant" age.<br />So here goes the first one. <span style="font-size:100%;">(PS: the initial scribbling actually started as an advice by my <a href="http://chamkorani.blogspot.com/">sister</a>)</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Realisation</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > # <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >1</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >I hate </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >e</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >xc</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >e</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >l</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >s</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >h</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >e</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">e</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >ts </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >and </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >a</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >l</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >m</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >o</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >s</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >t everyone who love them</span><br /><br /></span>gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-32690559214232038442008-04-08T23:16:00.003+05:302008-04-08T23:58:20.700+05:30many, many regretsIts just one of those days when you regret what you did not so long ago.....you gave up on something you really loved, built it with all that passion and then gave up...<br />Gave up for no apparent reason to the world, but some insane reason known only to you.<br /><br />You see it out today, its like meeting your X. there's the same cold something between you, the feeling that once there existed this strong unbreakable bond now gone forever.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">"Remember, that I am thy creature: I ought to be thy Adam;<br />but I am rather the fallen angel..." - </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Frankenstein</span><br /> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> <span style="font-size:78%;"> <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> itimes</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> is launched today</span></span><br /></div>gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-40678199599259106952008-03-17T00:11:00.003+05:302008-03-17T00:16:20.526+05:30This one is for my blog!Dear blog,<br /><br />We have some serious expectations to fulfill and hence from now on we shall start taking each other seriously! No more keeping posts as drafts from my side and no more technical glitches from yours.<br /><br />yours bloggingly,<br /><br />GDgdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-28284532615795205032008-03-15T00:19:00.004+05:302008-12-10T01:59:24.420+05:30Ijaazat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0csa_jjQtEc/R91Fjz9qm7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/eF-I6yo6Lmg/s1600-h/ijaazat-pix1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0csa_jjQtEc/R91Fjz9qm7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/eF-I6yo6Lmg/s320/ijaazat-pix1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178371628092529586" border="0" /></a><br />i rarely watch hindi movies. i usually avoid them unless they belong to the category of '<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0411469/">Hazaaron Khwaishen Aisi</a>' or '<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083578/">Arth</a>' or '<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0488414/">Omkara</a>' and maybe a handful more.<br /><br />Today was no special day till about three hours ago. i came home after another hard day's work, after getting stuck in another traffic jam and after having listening to Bono being played over and over again in the car.<br />As i sat infront of the TV later in the night i wondered how long would i stay put infront of this today before i get bugged of the ads, unimportant news, fancy looking sadhus predicting how my next day gonna be and run to internet again.<br /><br />Browsing through the various channels, i stumble upon one which shows Naseerudin Shah, in his early years and i decide maybe just for the sake of enjoying his retro look, fuzzy curly hair and broad check shirt...its worth staying on this channel for sometime.<br /><br />It took me sometime to understand the story( partly because i started watching it from the middle). i gather that the film is about a couple, maybe now estranged who have a chance encounter in the waiting room of an isolated railway station on a rainy night. The story proceeds in flashback, which is skillfully intercut with the real time of the rainy night. As the night proceeds, Mahendra (Shah) and Sudha (Rekha) become equally interested in knowing about each other’s life. After initial hesitation, they start reminiscing about their past.<br />Through a series of flashbacks, you get a hint of their broken relationship. The plot seems to resemble a typical Jhumpa Lahiri setting....like in her stories no one makes obvious attempts to salvage their broken relationship, yet you feel that there exist this feeling of instant connecting, the feeling of being comfortable in each others presence and yet being lonely.<br /><br />Without getting into the details of the plot....i saw the entire movie....wondering which movie was i watching. Wondering how could i not know a movie like this, of a song like "mera kuch saman" and of a brilliant female actor Anuradha Patel(who also made her debut through this film). How could i not know that this one of Gulzars best movies and that it won two national awards.<br /><br />i cant help by attach this scene below where Maya recites 'ijaazat'<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wl5naQv14k4&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wl5naQv14k4&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />i am completely awed by it, and this goes down in my list of all time favourite movies!gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-46224517603529321962008-02-16T13:54:00.000+05:302008-12-10T01:59:24.654+05:30Think of a cliché king company - think of LUX!I mean if sunsilk "<a href="http://www.sunsilkgangofgirls.com/">gang of girls</a>" was not enough, <a href="http://www.hll.com/brands/lux.asp">Lux</a> has another, better <span class="me">cliché</span> to offer to its female audiences - "<a href="http://magicofblack.com/">LUX Provocateur: Magic of Black</a>". Don't even ask me whats this all about. All you need to know is it some new range of toiletries by Lux and the fact that they are black.<br /><br />However, there's more interesting stuff you need to know - the fact the when Ms. Recent Bachchan who also happens to launch this believes"<a href="http://www.glamsham.com/broadband/trailer_view.asp?vdo=%7BB2DE090B-AD65-4D0E-BFF8-22F70FFE118C%7D">the black soap bar as reminiscent of the bygone era of delicate, elusive scents and women who seductively commanded attention by their mystery</a>."<br /><br />WHOAA!! that explains a lot, that actually explains why <a href="http://magicofblack.com/">this</a> microsite on the product has characters like "Bomshell", "Wildcat" and "Angel". i wonder since when words like Bomshell, Wildcat started being referred to as "delicate" and "elusive".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0csa_jjQtEc/R7XdJ1EXVZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oMarHrJZwZQ/s1600-h/Picture1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0csa_jjQtEc/R7XdJ1EXVZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oMarHrJZwZQ/s320/Picture1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167279308411458962" border="0" /></a><br />The whole site has this fairyland theme, which makes me wonder if the product is for women or some pimple-struck, Barbie lover girl?<br /><br />i was actually amused by the whole concept and this is what happens once you are on the site. You choose one character of the above. After much deliberation, i chose being a 'Bomshell' ;).<br />And hence started the sickening fairlytale, and i cant resist quoting: "GD wore her favourite pink frilled dress and set off to the lush green woods with her faithful friends"...eeewww...<br /><br />what next? in woods i am "stunned by a handsome young man, passionately playing his flute"...and i was like yeah rite! i only hope Eminem just see this and rips it apart in his next music album!!!<br /><br />But it seems like the flute playing jerk(the handsome young man) isnt impressed by me , and he says "You’re very graceful, generous and kind hearted, but i have always longed for someone with a dark streak. A shade of stunning black that seduces and lures. And so hearing this the inconsolable me run into a black tunnel that seemed to be inhabited by the largest black bats, it is here that i "pluck the biggest black wild rose in the garden and slowly inhale its intoxicating aroma" and turn into some irresistible Bombshell... i mean come on guys give us a break! It’s so obvious and blatant that even a schoolchild can see through it. How did it ever make it through all the gamuts through which ads have to go in the advertising agency?<br /><br />Not only is it overtly sexist, but what were the Lux guys thinking before making this? Do they actually believe people who first would be online to watch this crappy website, be lured into something as shitty as a black soap, which says "well, you actually suck, but maybe this black crap can turn into you a tease" for some god forsaken vapid, sheeplike moron?<br /><br />i am not ever purchasing this piece of black shit for sure now!<br /><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" ></span>gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-41435834295031208832008-02-06T11:19:00.000+05:302008-02-07T15:51:35.787+05:30Being ProfessionalBlame it all on the film, the Damn film!!!<br /><br />Of all the stupid things i have done in my life so far, i added another one last night:( And it all coz of the film "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Devil_Wears_Prada_%28film%29">The Devil wears Prada</a>". i know its quite a chic flick, but i just love Meryl Streep!<br />To cut the long story short, i wrote a long super senti mail (don't ask me why) to my "soon going to be future boss" (actually not my direct boss, but the only guy i like to believe i worked for :)) . I mean who writes a mail in the middle of the night to their super boss, just coz you feel like? And to top it all i rambled and rambled stuff, thinking little that this was extremely "unproffesional"<br />hmmm!Anyhow all this makes me now wonder what actually constitutes as being professional? Is it about wearing different suits for different life? one at work and one at 'anyplace but work'?<br /><br />According to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Professional">Wikipedia</a> - "A professional is a worker required to possess a large body of knowledge derived from extensive academic study (usually <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tertiary_education" title="Tertiary education">tertiary</a>), with the training almost always formalized."<br /><br />Ha Ha Ha!!! and the best one is yet to come<br /><br />"The above definitions were echoed by economist and sociologist <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Weber" title="Max Weber">Max Weber</a>, who noted that professions are defined by the power to exclude and control admission to the profession, as well as by the development of a particular vocabulary specific to the occupation, and at least somewhat incomprehensible to outsiders"<br /><br />So ladies and gentlemen by above standards i have been EXTREMELY professional! Often i'd hear my boss telling other folks , "yeah, yeah this girl can confuse you with her web jargons and make you sound like you know nothing about web"<br />Thanks, Weber! you simply gain yourself another fan for the last line "at least somewhat incomprehensible to outsiders" ;)gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-49966845694565485302008-02-05T12:29:00.000+05:302008-02-05T15:25:00.650+05:30To well- wishers , with lovei love the way people call you when you have quit... "what do i hear, you have put in your papers, really?", "oh! what a loss to the company" and i am like yeah, i can bet all those who say this have no clue what i did all along in this company :P . Some come up to me and ask in such concerning and friendly way, as if all my important decisions in life were taken after consulting them.<br />And then answering the ever-inevitable question "so where are to heading to?" - i mean come on guys you know you wouldn't get an answer on that, yet they all just love asking it. What more if i do give them an answer most of them just don't really believe. And then theres more to it "yeah?" "really? " "oh, so in Delhi or somewhere else"... yeah like we are playing some 20 questions to the answer game!<br />So i have a solution now, for long people in my company believe, actually not believe almost swear by the fact that i am heading to X place, so X be it!!! yes guys i am heading to X!!! you guys always knew it, i was bluffing all the way.<br />At least this saves me the worry of remembering and repeating the same old story of how "i have a couple of options"...damn! guys but i had started loving it now. *<span style="font-weight: bold;">sighs</span>*<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><em>The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course… it probably isn’t. The second act is called “The Turn”. The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Now you’re looking for the secret… but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled</span>." </span></em></span><br /> - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Prestige_%28film%29">The prestige</a>, 2006gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550448883023906756.post-56829896712376690312008-02-04T17:39:00.001+05:302008-02-05T15:25:21.256+05:30Notice Post!I start this blog while i am serving my notice period at my current company. yeah , yeah ... don't start preaching work ethics and all. After all a girls got to do something, i am sick and tired of one week of no working :( . I mean of course working now and then (for my current 'going to be xboss' ;))<br />so yeah anyways, keep looking for this space for 'how to spend your notice period successfully' :D<br />Funny how most of us (at least me) love reading what others write and feel this urge to react to them, however when it comes to writing your own blog, you wait for this something special to happen to at least push you into writing something. PHEW!<br /><br />Ok! so this can qualify as THE first post :)gdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754825181777402542noreply@blogger.com1