Wednesday, December 24, 2008








This is Er. Vaibhav gera signing off for this year... Catch you all next year...


Friday, December 5, 2008

A perfect letter to PM

I got this letter in an email and apparently it is from Editor Mumbai (Times of India)...
Dear Mr. Prime minister

I am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment which has
capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mouse. Mouse at least squeak
but we don't even do that.
Today I heard your speech. In which you said 'NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED'. I
would like to remind you that fourteen years has passed since serial bomb
blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he
is not caught. All our bolywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king meets
him but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your
ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him
everybody will be exposed. Your statement 'NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED' is
nothing but a cruel joke on this unfortunate people of India .
Enough is enough. As such after seeing terrorist attack carried out by about
a dozen young boys I realize that if same thing continues days are not away
when terrorist will attack by air, destroy our nuclear reactor and there
will be one more Hiroshima .
We the people are left with only one mantra. Womb to Bomb to Tomb. You
promised Mumbaikar Shanghai what you have given us is Jalianwala Baag.
Today only your home minister resigned. What took you so long to kick out
this joker? Only reason was that he was loyal to Gandhi family. Loyalty to
Gandhi family is more important than blood of innocent people, isn't it?
I am born and bought up in Mumbai for last fifty eight years. Believe me
corruption in Maharashtra is worse than that in Bihar . Look at all the
politician, Sharad Pawar, Chagan Bhujbal, Narayan Rane, Bal Thackray ,
Gopinath Munde, Raj Thackray, Vilasrao Deshmukh all are rolling in money.
Vilasrao Deshmukh is one of the worst Chief minister I have seen. His only
business is to increase the FSI every other day, make money and send it to
Delhi so Congress can fight next election. Now the clown has found new way
and will increase FSI for fisherman so they can build concrete house right
on sea shore. Next time terrorist can comfortably live in those house ,
enjoy the beauty of sea and then attack the Mumbai at their will.
Recently I had to purchase house in Mumbai. I met about two dozen builders.
Everybody wanted about 30% in black. A common person like me knows this and
with all your intelligent agency & CBI you and your finance minister are not
aware of it.. Where all the black money goes? To the underworld isn't it?
Our politicians take help of these goondas to vacate people by force. I
myself was victim of it. If you have time please come to me, I will tell you
If this has been land of fools, idiots then I would not have ever cared to
write you this letter. Just see the tragedy, on one side we are reaching
moon, people are so intelligent and on other side you politician has
converted nectar into deadly poison. I am everything Hindu, Muslim,
Christian, Schedule caste, OBC, Muslim OBC, Christian Schedule caste, Creamy
Schedule caste only what I am not is INDIAN. You politician have raped every
part of mother India by your policy of divide and rule.
Take example of former president Abdul Kalam. Such a intelligent person,
such a fine human being. You politician didn't even spare him.  Your party
along with opposition joined the hands, because politician feels they are
supreme and there is no place for good person.
Dear Mr Prime minister you are one of the most intelligent person, most
learned person. Just wake up, be a real SARDAR. First and foremost expose
all selfish politician. Ask Swiss bank to give name of all Indian account
holder. Give reins of CBI to independent agency. Let them find wolf among
us.. There will be political upheaval but that will better than dance of
death which we are witnessing every day.  Just give us ambient where we can
work honestly and without fear. Let there be rule of law. Everything else
will be taken care of.
Choice is yours Mr. Prime Minister. Do you want to be lead by one person or

you want to lead the nation of 100 Crore people?

Wednesday, December 3, 2008


Hey friends,
Exams over, project submission and presentation also over,no dues form signed and now its time to pack my bags and to say Good-bye to this beautiful place called JUIT... 

This is not the time for blogging, its the time to spend with friends on JUIT mall road, so ending this entry with this great song... i promise will write more about JUIT and JUITians in the next entry...

This is Er. Vaibhav Gera signing off... JUIT ROCKS!!!

I am really gonna miss this place, I am gonna miss my JUIT days... 


To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married

Ack:- Moushmi

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
What I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She
didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she
wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly
give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl
called Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She
glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten
years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her
wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had
said for I loved Dew so dearly.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected
to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of
divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and
clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell
asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She
requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a
life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
months time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going

Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to
face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body
contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I
carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son
clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought
me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the
door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes
and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset.

I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I
drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she
was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying!
Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I
had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was
growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry
her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so
thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it
hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.

Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at
the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his
father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life.
My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I
turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this
last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom,
through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck
softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our
wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held
her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I
held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked
intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without
locking the door.
I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked
Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the
divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a
fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each
other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At
the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife.
The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote:
'I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart'

The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship.
It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that
matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot
give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend
and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a
real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you
just might save a marriage.

Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.

We teach some by what we say
We teach some more by what we do
But we teach most by what we are

You don't get to choose how you are going to die, or when, but, you can
decide how you are going to live, here and now.

Saturday, November 15, 2008


A website owner's biggest nightmare is getting hacked... well last night was no less than a nightmare, it was around 2AM when i thought about checking out one of my blog that i don't use much and i was busy surfing on other tabs there was this loud unknown language song that got started it took me a min to figure out which tab it is,i switched to that tab and there was this word "hacked" written on it, i immediately closed that tab thinking that some damm website i opened got hacked but then i thought lets check it out and when i checked the recently closed tabs i was surprised to see that it was my movies blog only.It took me a min to digest this fact but then it was my movies blog which i was planning to shut down so i was a bit ok but it didn't took me much time to find out that it was not just one blog but my entire domain that got hacked...

OMG!!! even my itsmylife blog whose link was everywhere,my facebook status,gtalk status,twitter,orkut everywhere because of my Goodbye JUIT article... and then for a moment i thought oh my God everything is gone!!! All those articles,those beautiful comments,my technical blog which has more than 500 entries...
Luckily i still had FTP access to my main site and i changed the index page back to original by taking the code from GOOGLE Cache. 

Then i checked out the hackers page again it was in Turkish,i found that from the emotional video that was there on that pagea and that sound was making me even more crazy... i tried to translate that page but for the first time Google was of no help as it doesn't have turkish to english translation yet!

Finally i got the link to hacker's website and OMG it was on on turkish and its look was enough to drive me crazy i somehow managed to find a contact link and requested him to leave my site...

Then i called up My host in USA but damm.. it went on voicemail and i wasted Rs. 6.40/-  then i sent him a mail and thank god after around 10 mins he came online and i told him everything... he said he's working on it and i don't need to worry about it as he has backup of everything. after reading these lines i came back to senses but still stayed awake till 4 but then i went off to sleep but still quite tensed...

As soon as i woke up i got a sms from Google sms channel which sends me updates of my blog... i was happy to see that msg coz i thought everything is back to normal but it wasn't it was still "Ownz! by Cyber Operations Team[Turkish Hackers] - CyberGrup.Org" but one thing was good Lakshman kumar was still online and that means he was still working on it, he told me he's working on it and repeted those golden words that "he has backup of everything"... Finally i got completely relaxed around 2:30PM when i saw all my blogs up and running smoothly...  especially my Goodbye JUIT post and all the comments....

Here's that deadly page that i had to see all night yesterday...


[caption id="attachment_1059" align="alignnone" width="500" caption="HACKED"]HACKED[/caption]

I just wrote to my host saying thanks and also that he need to take more security steps...

May God save you from HACKERS!!!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Time to say goodbye, but to whom???

It’s been more than 4 years that I have spent in this place called JUIT… A place I was sure I wanted to get in when I saw the prospectus and luckily I got admission here… Life was full of ups and downs rather more down’s but at the end of it all I have a job in my hand which is enough for me to ignore those bad times…
There a few things I have always been proud of like my association with almost all the clubs and activities especially technical and hospitality… besides the fact that except for my academics I was good at making things happen and that majorly because of my domain, everyone yes everyone in JUIT knows me…
But now when its time to say goodbye to this great university, things are no more the same and not even the feeling…
4-5 months back when it was time for 2008 regular batch to leave it was altogether a different feeling even that time I felt as if I am also about to go but this time when we have just 20 more days here I am not getting that feeling.
We got our farewell, scribling day, documentary, group photo with the 2008 batch and now I guess it’ll be a silent goodbye we’ll just pack our bags and will disappear and no one will feel a difference…
I am no longer proud of my PR and the no. of friends I made here because now when I am leaving I don’t see anyone with me…
Someone who used to call me bhaiya till a few days back doesn’t even want to talk to me for reasons unknown…
The scribbling book that my friends in ‘08 batch filled with colors and emotions is now waiting for an entry. The people who used to run behind me when they had some work either in JYC or in administration or even cafe and mess are no longer the same because they know I won’t be here for long…
yes there are some very sweet friends who still want to see a smile on my face and don’t like me sitting alone outside cafe I am really thankful to them for always being there with me, for all the beautiful memories that I’ll always cherish and I think they are the people I should talk about here and not those who are no longer with me…
There’s one thing for which I’ll always thank JUIT that’s the lessons of life that I learned here like to think twice before trusting anyone because you never know who’s gonna stay with you when you are in difficulty…
But there are a few things that I learned about JUIT and a lesson for all those who are here or the one’s that’ll join in future… always remember “JUIT ko bhi parivartan pasand nhin hai” no one like changes here so think before you look forward to bring a revolution here.. You try to make some big changes here and they’ll change your life and if you know me, you know what I am talking about… So only those who have the courage can try to make things happen, others just stay comfortable with what you get here…
Also don’t get too close and personal with someone that it becomes difficult for you to see that personal-professional line and when it comes to JUIT you never know what act of yours will make you owe an apology!!!
Anyways enough of all this all I know is it was the best time of my life and no other institute can give you what JUIT can!!!
Beautiful surroundings, wonderful friends, some really great faculty members, all those activities…
There’s someone I’ll say JUIT is blessed with, I take him as my Mentor and role model, one person I truly admire and respect from the bottom of my heart and you all know who he is and you all will agree with me that without him JUIT won’t have reached where it is now…
I’ll always cherish the memories that JUIT has given me… all those Geri’s on mall road, access to cafeteria and mess kitchen and all the special food, all those night outs, sharma ji ki chai n maggi, raju bhai ki wai-wai, sneaking out at night to go to anshu dhaba and even those fights…
Thanks to Maala mam for always being there like a mother, thanks to all my wonderful friends in ‘08 batch especially sahil and mou… thanks to my point five batch mates for accepting me and for the last 6 months when I needed you guys the most… thanks to all my wonderful juniors, my tech club people.. My H6 buddies… Thanks to server room for all those special rights on my acc… Thanks to all those who made my stay in JUIT comfortable and worth remembering always…

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Yes we can!

Barack Obama created history on Tuesday when he became the first black man to be elected president of the United States of America and the first person that comes to my mind when i hear about obama is David Palmer who is a fictional President of the United States played by Dennis Haysbert as part of the television series, 24.
Like him obama also represents freedom,truth and a change… Being a geek it was really fascinating to see obama’s online presence he used almost all popular mediums to attract the votors…
His political campaign was like watching a celebrity show and i gues now even politics has a new icon…
Whatever it was it worked!!! He really did it… Congratulations Mr. President , i hope the change you brought by getting elected will be reflected in what you do and the decisions you take..
All the Best! from the Black Eyed Peas put together this amazing representation of Obama’s inspiring “Yes we can” speech.Check it out!


Imputs from:- missmalini

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Lessons from the meltdown

Vineet NayarA few days ago i posted an article by my future boss Vineet Nayar { CEO - HCL Technologies Ltd} where he showed the silver lining of this recession phase and now when every country is working on the bailout packages and there's a bit of stability in the economy here's another great post by him about the Lessons from the meltdown >

· Courage to walk away: The very first learning that emerged from what is now being termed as a financial Armageddon was the need for courage: The courage to carve your own path and walk away from the herd. We in India were born with this lesson as we gained independence with ‘non-violence’ in an era of World Wars. In the US financial world, we saw Warren Buffet display the courage to walk away. Back in 2002, when companies began toying with exotic derivative instruments, Warren Buffet termed derivatives ‘financial weapons of mass destruction.’ Few listened to him then but today he stands out as the voice of sanity.

· Save it for a rainy day: The second lesson is the forgotten power of savings. The ‘savings mentality’ has always been a hallmark of the Asian culture. India, for one, has always had a high rate of savings – a phenomenon that is getting eroded with a new culture of consumerism sweeping across our cities today. Interestingly, America, which is home to 5% of the world’s population, accounted for 30% of global production and 37% of global consumption during boom times! On an individual level in the recent crisis, the ninja loans reflect this mentality, but collectively it made the entire country vulnerable to risk. And there were those who saw the warning signals.

In 2005, when the times were good, economists Paul Volcker and Clyde Prestowitz, pointed out that America was vulnerable due to all the leveraging, and predicted that a financial crisis could soon hit its shores. This has come true and – be it at a macro level or a micro level - it highlights a forgotten lesson on the power of savings and that that we should leverage only to the extent we can afford to service our debt. Its time for a “back to basics” approach, old fashioned as it may seen. Save and plough back in good times, and not fritter liquid assets away.


Monday, November 3, 2008

An Open Letter to Raj Thackeray by Rajdeep Sardesai

Rajdeep Sardesai
My Dear Raj,

My apologies for having to communicate through the editorial pages of a newspaper, but frankly am left with little choice since you seem to have decided to stay away from the so-called ‘national’ non-Marathi media. Let me at the very outset say that I am impressed with the manner you have carved a niche on the political landscape of Maharashtra. I distinctly remember meeting you in February last year soon after the Mumbai municipal corporation elections. It wasn’t the best of times: your party, the Maharashtra Navnirman Sena had been marginalized while your cousin Udhav Thackeray and the Shiv Sena had captured power in the city. With many of your supporters deserting you, you appeared down, if not quite out. Twenty months later, I see you’ve bounced back: every local and national daily has you on the front page, you are the subject of television debates and your politics has even united Bihar’s warring netas.

And yet, my friend, there is a thin line between fame and notoriety, more so in the fickle world of politics. Bashing north Indian students may grab the headlines, getting arrested may even get you sympathy and strident rhetoric will always have a constituency, but will it be enough to secure your ultimate dream of succeeding your uncle Bal Thackeray as the flagbearer of Marathi asmita (pride)?

If Balasaheb in the 1960s rose to prominence by targeting the south Indian “lungiwala”, you have made the north Indian “bhaiyaa” the new ‘enemy’. In the 1960s, the Maharashtrian middle class in Mumbai was feeling the pressure of job competition for white collar clerical jobs. Today, it seems that there is a similar sense of frustration at losing out economically and culturally to other social groups in Mumbai’s endless battle for scarce resources. With the Congress and the NCP having become the real estate agents of the state’s rural-urban bourgeoise and the Shiv Sena a pale shadow of its original avatar, the space has been created for a charismatic leader to emerge as a rabble-rouser espousing the sons of the soil platform.

But Raj, I must remind you that electoral politics is very different from street agitations. Sure, round the clock coverage of taxis being stoned and buses being burnt will get you instant recognition. Yes, your name may inspire fear like your uncle’s once did. And perhaps there will always be a core group of lumpen youth who will be ready to do your bidding. But how much of this will translate into votes? Identity politics based on hatred and violence is subject to the law of diminishing returns, especially in a city like Mumbai, the ultimate melting pot of commerce. Your cousin Udhav tried a “Mee Mumbaikar” campaign a few years ago that was far more inclusive, but yet was interpreted as being anti-migrant. The result was that the Shiv Sena lost the 2004 elections - Lok Sabha and assembly - in its original citadel of Mumbai. Some statistics suggest that nearly one in every four Mumbaikars is now a migrant from UP or Bihar. Can any political party afford to alienate such a large constituency in highly competitive elections?

Maybe, your not even looking at winning seats at the moment, but simply staking claim to the Sena legacy in a post Bal Thackeray scenario. Perhaps, thats exactly what the ruling Congress-NCP combine in Maharashtra wants: like a market leader who gets competing brands to crush each other, the Congress-NCP leadership seems to be practicing divide and rule politics once again. They did it with Balasaheb and the communists in the 1960s, with Bhindranwale and the Akalis in the 1980s, even with the Kashmir valley politicians in the 1990s. A larger-than-life Raj Thackeray suits the ruling arrangement in Maharashtra because it could erode its principal rival, the Shiv Sena’s voter support. It’s a dangerous game, but often when politicians run out of ideas, they prefer to play with fire. It’s a fire that could leave Mumbai’s cosmopolitanism scarred for life.

Now, before you see my writings as the outpourings of an anglicized non-resident Maharashtrian, let me just say that, like you, I too am proud of my roots. I too, would like to see the cultural identity of Maharashtrians preserved and the economic well-being of our community assured. Where we differ is that I am a citizen of the Republic of India first, a proud Goan Maharashtrian only later. Fourteen years ago, I left Mumbai for Delhi to seek professional growth and was distinctly fortunate to be readily embraced by the national capital. Like millions of Indians, I too am a migrant and a beneficiary of a nation whose borders don’t stop at state checkpoints.

Moreover, I cannot accept that ‘goondaism’ is the way forward to forging a robust Maharashtrian identity. By vandalizing a shop or stoning a taxi, what kind of mindless regional chauvinism are we promoting? Taking away the livelihood of a poor taxi driver or beating up some defenceless students from Bihar reflects a fake machismo that is no answer to what ails Maharashtrian society today. The Maharashtra I once knew was inspired by the progressive ideals of the bhakti movement, by a Shahu-Phule-Ambedkar legacy of social reform. Are we going to dismantle that legacy under the weight of hate politics?

When you started your party a few years ago, it had been pitched as a party committed to a “modern” Maharashtra. If that vision still stands, why don’t you take it forward in real terms? Why don’t you, for example, set up vocational courses and technical institutes for young Maharashtrians to make them competitive in the job market? Why not, for that matter, start English-speaking classes for Maharashtrian students to equip them for the demands of the new economy? If cultural identity is such a concern, why not launch a statewide campaign to promote Marathi art, theatre and cinema by financially supporting such ventures? If Mumbai’s collapsing infrastructure worries you, then target the politician-builder nexus first. And isn’t it also time we realized that Mumbai is not Maharashtra, that the long suffering Vidarbha and Marathwada farmer needs urgent attention? Why not use your political and financial muscle to start projects in rural Maharashtra instead of focusing your energies on Mumbai’s bright lights alone? An employment generation scheme in a Jalna or a Gadchiroli may not make the front pages, but it will have far greater value for securing Maharashtra’s future.

Jai Hind, Jai Maharashtra!

P.S:- We all are quite aware of the situation in Maharashtra which is actually a big insult of the constitution of this great nation.The path taken by Raj thackeray shows how much he respects this nation and the citizens and as rajdeep mentions in the last para if he would have been serious about his vision he could have taken these steps instead of taking the path of "gundagardi"...

so all i can say now is "get well soon" Raj!!!


Sunday, October 19, 2008

Bad Times are Good

I am sure all of you are quite aware of the present global economic recession and have tasted it in some way or the other...
Trust me even a student like me can also feel the heat...
But this article by Vineet Nayar - Chief Executive Officer of HCL Technologies Ltd. shows the silver lining of this bad phase...

We can all see dark clouds gathering ahead. The western world is in the throes of a recession, there’s a financial crisis that has got its foot stuck in the door, regulators are battling solutions behind not-so-closed doors. Meanwhile people are losing jobs, capital is drying up, and just about everything has hit the fan.   While that appears to be a picture far removed from us, no country is an island today and India is no exception. The Indian economy has started to feel the beginnings of the pain, and by the looks of it, we need to be prepared for the tremors. 

So, what do we do when turbulent times begin to creep in through the back door?   I’d like to share a real life narrative here that shows us the power of conviction and persistence when you hit a bad patch.  At the time of the dotcom bust, e-commerce suddenly seemed like a bad word and investors were becoming increasingly disenchanted with the virtual world. Jeff Bezos, who began from the garage of his home in 1994, was undeterred. Having gone live in 1995 and reached the one million customer mark by 1997, he was sailing along when the dot-bust hit the internet. In 2000 was forced to lay off 150 workers. The next year, it posted a loss of $1.4 billion. Many companies folded up, others changed tracks but Jeff Bezos believed in the power of the internet and did not buckle. He continued to expand the services provided on In fact, he stayed steadfast on the path of lowering costs even as profits dwindled simply because he believed that was the right way to go in the long run.  

I read about him warding questions on how he was taxing the patience of his investors and shareholders with conviction that he was doing the right thing even though it may not be evident then. In turn, to reflect his own personal commitment, he passed up any pay raise or bonus for several years in a row.  The rest is history. Amazon today is a case study in e-commerce success having achieved over $ 500 million in profits by 2004, nudging its way into the S&P 500.  

So, the question is that when bad times strike, should we take the punch or should we, like Jeff Bezos did, stick to our belief and fight back? 

Well, fight back we must. To begin with, we must stare at the situation square in the eye, assess the impending change, and then reinvent ourselves to fit the new picture.


On a personal note friends always remember "Tough Times Never Last But Tough People Do!!!"  and guys due to this recession time every company is in filtering mode they are filtering out its employes and only the good one's will survive and for all of you its just a matter of time and market will bounce back and these company's will get in hiring mode soon then it'll be a golden chance as they'll hire more to compensate for those who were filtered...

Don't worry, Be happy... 

P.S:- Thanks to HCL i have a job in my hand I hope i'll get my joining soon...

Saturday, October 18, 2008

October 18th...

Finally its here, the day I was waiting for past 1 year... last year same day someone said yes to me and changed my life, she added colors to my life, a smile on my face and made me realize that this life is worth living and is quite beautiful got the love of my life after a waiting for complete 4 years...

The wait was worth it as the 1 year I spent with her was the best time of my life something I can never forget but a fool can never realize the worth of true love and I think am definitely  the biggest fool...

People tell me that no one can understand women the way you do, you have a women's heart but I proved them wrong... I made her go away made her to leave me I broke up with her 2 days back... 

Yes it was my own doings that made her to leave me... I still don’t know what got into me maybe its all the tension that I am taking about her career which she's not taking seriously or is it something related to my own dreams that I want to fulfill but why can't I fulfill them with her being with me after all she's a really wonderful girl and who understands everything I say... 

Let me tell you I am a very difficult person to stay with, because of all the mood swings in my life... no matter how many of these mood swings lead to fights she was always with me... 

But I guess there's always a limit and she couldn't tolerate more so she said it "I need a break-up" I like someone else... I know the liking line doesn't mean anything she loves me and will always love me and same for me I can never stop loving her but I don’t know why I just cant get back with her maybe because she tried to make me jealous by saying that she likes someone else... I know this will really hurt her but its better this way at least I won’t hurt her daily if I cont. to stay with her...  

But I still can't figure out why am acting like such a jerk, like an asshole... why is her career so imp for me maybe because its imp for my family... but its me who love her and its me who has to live with her... and I really wanted to give all the possible support but I guess my opinion was of no value to her and maybe this is the reason I am so irritated about... 

All I know is I really love her a lot and am really serious about her but considering the present situation and the state of my mind I guess this I the best choice for both of us, I think this is the time to work on our career, a time to make our stand in this world and if we can't do it together we should let go of each other... but this doesn't mean that I’ll go and fall in love with someone else.... NO I’ll not... I’ll always love her...

All I want right now is to see her successful, with a great job and a great life... I know she wants to come back and its really very idiotic of me to say no but I guess this is the best for both of us because if I cont. today I know every single day that she'll spend with me she'll get hurt and I really don’t wanna do that.  

I am really sorry for not being there with you on our 1st anniversary and your birthday.
I don’t think I have the right to say this but I LOVE YOU!!!

C’mon guys send in all your beautiful words for me as comments I promise I won't disapprove any of them... 

UPDATE:- Thanks my dear bro thanks for talking to me last night it helped me to figure out stuff and to find out the real problems...
and thanks swthrt for being so understanding.. 
Things are quite ok now as we have found a way to go through all this..

A trip to city of youth...

Dream, yes you can call it a dream only... there are a few places in India where I really wanted to go and Pune was one of them...

I once read somewhere that Pune is called "the city of youth" maybe because of the no of education institutes and now a major IT hub.
And finally it was like a dream come true when my mom said she wants to go to shirdi and that means Pune too...
So the process of reservations started... and the plan was like this:-

Departure from Ambala: - Oct 6th, 2008 by Jhelum express @ 6am
Arrival in Pune: - Oct 7th around 3pm

6th and 7th in Pune, 8th morning-shirdi and return same day, 9th in Pune also.


Departure from Pune: - Oct 10th, 2008 early morning by Goa express
Arrival in Delhi: - Oct 11th, 2008

But since the return tickets were not confirmed and we were about to cancel the trip good news came from my Dee in Pune...

Apparently there was this new train called "AC spl Nzm-Pune express" was started for the commonwealth games that were going to happen in Pune and since it was a special train it had lots of tickets available.
but there was a small problem it runs only twice a week so we had to pre pone the trip so now our schedule was something like this :-

Departure from hazrat nizamudin station {Delhi}:- Oct 4th, 2008 with my bua and jijaji {Dee’s mom dad} and Arrival in Pune on Oct 5th, 2008
Return trip: - dept. from Pune: - Oct 9th, 2008 and back in Delhi on Oct 10th, 2008

So the plan was set, tickets in hand and the journey began with a 5hour bus ride from chd. To Delhi followed by a 30 min autoriksha ride from ISBT to haz. Nizamudin. We reached nizamudin station an hour before the scheduled dept. and I think it was from the back side entry of the station, the train was to leave from platform no. 4 and when I reached there I was like am I at a railway station in Delhi or some village... yes trust me people it wasn't even cemented throughout bua and jijaji also arrived the same time we did and since there was no place to sit we found a single working fan and choose to stand below it while every one was having tea I went to the end of platform to buy a sandwich to eat...
when everyone was discussing that we should have waited in the waiting room I was busy finding something to make this trip a bit interesting...
besides my new hobby of reading novels  took me to a book stall and there I found a great book titled "Off course I love you... till I find someone better" a story of guy from DCE will tell you about the book later but just for the record it was really a great book...

The train arrived on time; me and mom were in coach B3 while bua and jijaji were in B4 right from entering we were finding out some way to be in the same coach. Although the train was quite vacant it was bua’s cabin that looked almost full and not because of the other passengers but because of the baggage they were carrying.

I called mom to come and still here only and will change one the TT comes.
Let me tell you about the people in that cabin:-

Ø  A  lady and her just married daughter – she was a really simple lady but you can easily tell that her daughter was something from even the first look I’ll be referring to her as ‘S’

Ø  A really tall, hot lady with her 7-8 yr old son – she was fucking beautiful thin tall and in a black saaree I’ll refer to her as ‘M’

We requested S and her mom to shift to our coach but she refused and was really in a confused state because of all the luggage she was carrying we asked her are you shifting somewhere or what but she took it as if we are asking her to move to other coach again but then we asked a bit more specifically again and then she told us that she’s coming back from USA after completing a sky diving training and as a matter of fact she’s the first women in the world to sky dive at both north and south poles without any training and that she belongs to Pune and she’ll perform a demo jump at commonwealth games too.

Now lets shift our attention to M, lets start from beginning her husband entered the coach with 4-5 jumpin and packet of chips for his son and then he asked us “are you going to Pune” to which we replied yes and then he asked us to take care of his wife and kid as she is travelling by Indian railway for the very first time and then came the goodbye time. she was sitting there with him at the aisle seat of the next cabin with a tear in her eyes and her head resting on his shoulder, it was really a very romantic scene and the train’s movement brought a halt to this romantic moment he went out of the AC area but was standing outside and looking at her through the glass she immediately ran towards the door and hugged him and touched his feet.. Man that was a true DDLJ moment!!!

She came back to her seat and told us that she’s from Dubai and traveling first time by train although her son has travelled a lot.
By now we were really in talking mode with S and then a man came and took an aisle seat in the cabin before ours and the child from the top berth said mummy woo… she looked at him and shared something with her eyes and he left. After a few moments she went to the washroom and came back and said “abhi to train khali hai to piche jakar khule mein baithte hain thoda relax kar lun” we all said ya sure… and she left with her son and took a seat in the last cabin which was totally vacant.

By now S was showing us her certificates and was telling about her achievements we were really very impressed and you might recognize her if you recall a news where a couple got married in a hot air balloon well she was the same girl, she showed us all the wedding pics..

Ok now let the great story begins, a story on which chetan bhagat can write a novel or ekta kapoor can create an episode…

The story of that night in B4 coach…

Monday, September 22, 2008

Sometimes Somethings Just touch your heart...

Here's something that made an impact on my heart... its something i can listen to again & again... 

perfect blend of heart toching poetry and laughter... 


"Koi deewana kehta hain koi pagal samjhta hain, 

magar dharti ki bechani ko bas badal samjhta hain,
Main tujhse dur kaisa hu,tu mujhse dur kaisi hain,
Yeh tera dil samjhta hain ya mera dil samjhta hain

Ke mohobbat ek ehsaason ki paawan si kahaani hain,
kabhi kabira deewana tha kabhi meera diwaani hain,
Yahaan sab log kehte hain meri aakho mein aasu hain,
Jo tu samjhe toh moti hain jo na samjhe toh paani hain

Mat poooch ki kya haal hai mera tere aage,
Tu dekh ke kya rang hain tera mere aage

Samandar peer ka andar hain lekin ro nahi sakta,
Yeh aasu pyaar ka moti hain isko kho nahi sakta,
Meri chahat ko dulhan tu bana lena magar sun le,
Jo mera ho nahi paaya woh tera ho nahi sakta

Bhramar koi kumudni par machal baitha toh hungama,
Humare dil mein koi khwaab pal baitha toh hungama,
Abhi tak doob kar sunte the sab kissa mohobbat ka,
Main kisse ko hakikat mein badal baitha toh hungama"

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Loyalty OR Satisfaction

The foll. comes as a result of a thought that came to my mind while i was watching 'californication s01 e06' and from a person who is not very experienced about this topic....

Human kind is in itself strange and unique , you can never judge what the other person thinks or believes , even if you know someone for years there'll still be times when you'll find out something new about the other person...

Sex is one thing that is even more strange and this passion has no rules ya I know there are all those stuff available which tells you diff. kinda positions and all but seriously do you think this passion is limited to that?

I think NO!!! , coz I know everyone has one or the other fantasy at the back of your mind that you want to fulfill with your partner BUT is your partner and you are on the same page about this…
have you ever talked about your fantasies with your love and how many times has he/she said yes!!!
Oh you tried it well did he/she like it NO!!! so do you feel unsatisfied?
you have tried your level best to convince her/him and you are tired of requesting him/her to try…
Well what will you do about this…

Lets just add some more spice to this there’s this guy/girl who provokes you to try all kinda stuff that you have always wanted to try, that gives you a sense of satisfaction!!!

Loyalty OR Satisfaction, Passion, Fantasy!!!

What’s your choice , Sincere answers plz…

Will your answer change IF-
1> Its not your husband/wife but your GF/BF…
2> Nobody will ever know about this “Fling of yours” with someone else.
3> If you say it depends on the intensity of the relation then how long is it enough for you to be in that relation to choose loyalty.
4> Any other condition that comes to your mind…

P.S.:- comments that are not suitable for general viewing will be rejected do mention your geographical location so that I can know the answers that I am getting from my friends are India specific or global.
Also you can choose to hide your names…

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Random Thought...

i was thinking about a sms to forward to my frens.. but instead composed these few lines:--

Well there's lots i wanna write but witing for the right time..

will update soon...

Monday, July 14, 2008

Three letters IIT sometimes makes a lot of diff...

This article is a result of a chat i had with Amit Aggarwal an ex IITian who is the creator of 'mnemonic dictionary'

Everyday you read in newspapers that "Someone from IIT (or IIM) rejected big placement offer to do abc"

Some IITians are now authors of top selling novels {Chetan bhagat,Tushar raheja},many have started their own business,Some are rolling out projects like 'mnemonic dictionary' and 'vakow' and strangely some like Kaushalendra have even opted to sell vegetables.

They are rejecting huge pay packages to start with something that may not be very promising but 'IIT this three letter tag can easily get you media attention even if you haven't started anything great and once you are able attract media half of the work is done soon you'll get people who are ready to invest in your dreams.

But does that mean only IIT and IIM students think this way ? Well I won't agree to that, students in other institutions are also very creative and are full of ideas but they are not that lucky, i won't say that they don't get oppurtunity but they are actually blindfolded and they don't see it and this is because the environment in most of the institutions is not compititive. Copying assignments and getting projects made from shops is very common and these institutions are least bothered because they know nomatter what happens their seats will get filled every year.

But if you are determined to do something then no one can stop you...
These days you also find students from other institutions creating wonders but that percentage is still very low.

One major reason why students are not able to turn their dreams into reality is the risk involved, For IITians its easy to kick off jobs and start with something and even if they fail they can go back and take up jobs in any IT company but for others campus placements matters a lot because once you are out of campus it gets too difficult to find a job.

Where there's a will, there's a way! if you have passion for something than get up and get going because now is the time to turn your dreams into reality...


P.S:- This article is now listed @

Y360 to wordpress--Mission accomplished

y360 to wordpress-A torture Finally i managed to transfer my blog from Y360 to word press... As you all know i transferred all my blogger blogs to my self-hosted word press blog and this was the last blog left but unfortunately it was on yahoo 360 and since their's no export-import mechanism in y360 i couldn't do so but because y360 is taking its last breath it was very important for me to transfer this blog and after a lot of hard work i found this great tool called "Y360 to word press" but after using it i realized i was expecting too much,it was not an easy task as it didn't worked the way it promised firstly i had to remove all videos and polls even after that it was giving error while converting so i had to start from the last entry and by taking 5 or 10 entries at a time i had to convert them in xml format and then upload it to wordpress then the most difficult task delete the entries thaat have been successfully transfered you might be thinking what's the difficulty in that well friends its y360 and not wordpress-- 1 you can not select multiple entries and delete them you have to delete 1 at a time, 2 big time cache problem so when you delete entries and return to last page you might actually end up at an enty that you have allready deleted just refresh the page 2-3 times...

And after 2-3 days of hardwork i finally managed to transfer and delete all the entries... and am really happy because wordpress rocks!!! and now i can express myself in a much better way.

PS:- 1 major drawback of this tool is the image at the bottom of title and before the content doesn't gets transferred.

Friday, June 6, 2008

‘Touchy feely’:: article by Chetan Bhagat

Source:-Ye Meri Life Hai

I remember the incident - I was in a restaurant and one girl in our group was especially charming. So I, like any other male, tried to put on a wooing act. You know the routine, a nanosecond extra eye contact, a few more nods to whatever she says, and attempts to throw in those one-liners which you know you wouldn’t if she weren’t there. And it seemed to be working. She leaned forward when she spoke to me, and every now and again, we’d have a small conversation of our own, separate from our group. She laughed at my approach with the fork and knife, and I teased her about her hair band, which had little teddy bears. Yes, we were flirting.

A while later, she asked me the question what did I study? I said engineering, without any particular meaning attached to it. And then like a cold metal rail, she went stiff.My jokes weren’t funny any more. Her eyes wandered to everyone else.
What was it?
Why? Why? Why?

Two days later, I still couldn’t get over my great start that had dissipated listlessly upon mentioning my education. Engineer? What was wrong with that? My mom had wanted me to become one since I was five! I had to call her. ‘So what happened to you that day, hot and cold, missie?’ And then she said, trying to be nice, ‘Well, it’s just that I am skeptical about engineers as friends. I don’t know, they can be, you know, very logical and everything…not very touchy feely’.

Not touchy-feely. Now what the heck did that mean? Well, she obviously did not mean it literally, since girls don’t really suggest that sort of stuff, certainly not in the first meeting across the table. I guessed it was something to do with feelings, sort of having an emotional side. The stereotype being, the nerdy guy who sees relationships like laws of physics, to whom love is just a bunch of chemicals going crazy in your brain, and getting to know a person means obtaining their bio-data.
It’s time to set the record straight.

It’s true that a lot of what engineers study (and they end up studying quite a lot), has to do with formulaes, laws and numbers. No matter how hard we try, some of the vocabulary we read all day gets into our language. So when my mother said, ‘Are you getting married next year or not?’ I was liable to say, ‘Well, at this moment in time, the probability is relatively low,’ and felt it was completely normal to say it. And when my sister went sari shopping and couldn’t explain the shade she wanted, I told the shopkeeper the percentages of pink, orange and red in the sari.

Yet, ladies, I don’t think we’re bad at relationships, love and getting to know people. We too, can be touchy-feely, as that is part of our education as well. The reason for this is that most engineering students live in the this ‘touchy-feely’ thing. Relationships.

Imagine eating, sleeping, brushing your teeth, bathing (ok rarely this one) and partying with the same people all the time. So, when you are kicking that bathroom door down for the tenth time, or when you stand in line for ‘gulab-jamuns’ in the mess, and when you are done with the vodka bottle and sharing all your secrets, you know it is good practice. Yes, hostels maketh the man. So, next time you are in a flirtatious situation with the techno types, go on, flirt a bit more. Of course, I am biased towards my kind, but if you find the conversation turning too geeky, just ask them, ‘So, what were your hostel days like?’ and chances are, you’ll see a heart behind the calculator.

Coming back to my missie, I thought of what would make me win her over. Flowers… too cheesy. Music… don’t know her taste (nor trust mine). Teddy bears… don’t even go there.Desperate for some good lines, I just turned it right back at her. ‘Yes, I know what you are saying about engineers. The thing is, unless people with depth like you start hanging out with us, we won’t get any better. Can you meet me some time for some touchy/feely… oops, I mean coffee/tea?’

She giggled. When they giggle, you have won