I had never known what is called emotional energy? Until I myself faced the lack of it. Since the past few days I have been feeling drained – I guessed that I was low on what is called emotional energy; tried looking up the net for it . . . . . and found that it was exactly what I had been facing “Call it a personal energy crisis. On the surface, your life seems full enough—maybe even too full—yet you're running on empty. You feel stretched thin, stressed-out, drained” I don’t know what has triggered this. I have always been a pretty responsible person, rather I pull responsibilities to myself (am a fool in that sense if you may say so). Discussing issues (or arguing if you want to call it that) is a sport to me – It doesn’t drain me but energizes me further. I hardly give up before the person in front of me either walks away or is convinced of my side. That might not be good as such .. but the point is, I have a large storehouse of energy latent. There have been days when I do

I wrote this poem a few minutes ago in a bad state of mind . . . didn't want to post it .. but nevertheless found a theme that would suit it .... so am posting . . . here is the theme Imagine a scene of a Roman Amphitheatre where a duel is on, between two warriors .. All are enjoying the duel . . everyone is watching the warriors but none can feel that turmoil inside each warrior . . none understand that each warrior is as afriad inside as much as he dares his opponent. Life is sometimes similar. . we watch the characters play the duel of life but never understand that the warriors, the very people who are our freinds, brothers, sisters ... they need us to understand their within .. they need support .. and as much as their warrior self refuses support... they need it as badly Here is the poem. . . if it smells of me ... ignore the smell ... its me and yet its not me .. Sometimes when I am alone . . talking to people yet alone on the inner side . . I get this tought - t

Well .. this topic might seem dated, it would have been fit for my engineering days, nevertheless the myth that I intend to clear is important for everyone in general . . . . Moreover I, being as passionate about electronics engineering as about management, couldn’t avoid writing about it after being instigated. I was instigated when an electronics engineer herself said that electronics engineering has evolved from electrical engineering and the only basic branches of engineering are Mechanical, Civil and Electrical. To demystify this let me recount the history of engineering . .am sure hardly anybody has bothered to do that, but nevertheless its an interesting one to go through. . . As most engineers are aware of, engineering is the successor of classical physics. It emerged from the field of Applied Physics, and even today both these fields run parallel; applied physicists discover principles and engineer apply them. Engineering initially started with civil engineering, then with t

Folks! was facing some problem with posting since the last 2 days ..so the delay ... This came on IP day-before-yesterday ===================================== From: ashii: Thapar di yaad aa gayee[Ashii] (IM10/ASHITA) at Sun Sep 05 15:00:32 2004 (multi)(sealed) ------------------------------------- Transcript of Nikhil’s Interview at NITIE http://kulkarninet.tripod.com/tscript.htm So I thought y not find more on the net about me ... and so i got this ..... http://www.indianexpress.com/ie/daily/20000331/ied31072.html the above url itself is a good reading ... so i needn't post more ;))

Last post I wrote on passion of life, I wrote that we work mostly because we enjoy our work rather than because the work is important. Since then everyday I have been visiting the NITIE Pond in the evening and have witnessed and appreciated a special passion – the passion for an evening jog! Even I was once a regular jogger round the pond – but that was before Mastishk. Ever since I came back from my summer break, no runs no play - just working for Mastishk . . . . but that’s another story. I was writing about the passion for a jog. Everyday, since probably the past 6-8 months Amit Atri comes to the pond around 6.00PM and starts his jog. If he doesn’t get time at 6.00, you’ll find him at 7.00 or probably the next morning. But there are few days when Amit would miss his routine. Over the months I have seen him increase the number of continuous rounds from 1 to 4. Notably I haven’t seen Amit growing any thinner due to his regular workout. Even if he has grown thinner, nothing is visib

As I came out of my room around 2:30PM I saw a biiiig group of batchmates assembled – soon I found that all were planning to go a movie. It struck me hard – not because movies are banned or something, but suddenly I realized that I haven’t even thought of a movie for the more than 3 months. Why just myself, even others have stopped thinking about me going out on an outing or a movie. Even for this movie I wasn’t considered by others!! Nobody even asked me as a formality :( …. I have been working like a dog for the past 3 months – just chasing a dream – the online event that we are launching (I m sure most of readers of this blog know about it –in case you don’t here’s the link http://prerana-nitie.com/mastishk/ ) All I remember is that I have a deadline to meet, I get up everyday, drag myself to class, somehow spend time there (usually not in a position to comprehend what is going on – in dire need of sleep). And then I get back and start working. If I sleep early it is 3:00AM else

Just last post I wrote about the speed with which ideas penetrate through the net and now I find myself affected by the phenomenon. Reading Shubham’s blog on love I got a rush of ideas on my own concepts of love. I have never believed in the concept of love-at-first-site. In my opinion love is an expression of emotional addiction to anything. We love our parents, our brothers, sisters, and even cars, bikes and cities and towns. We get used to anything with which we spend considerable amount of time and somehow develop affection towards it. At first site we usually get attracted towards people (or for that matter objects like bikes) mainly due to one of the many attractive features in them. But love is not just appreciating these positive features. It goes much beyond infatuation; love means accepting your loved one along with the negative and positive points in it/him/her. I know some negative points about my mother, yet I love her – beyond expression. Same goes with my affection fo

Got up late ... missed the first class and am early for the second.... so decided to visit a few blogs... As usual my blog itinerary started with Shubham...then moved on to Ganesh... and finally to vamsi....and then i got a shot.... to post on my own blog ... why?? I got something 'boiling' in my mind... My itinerary reminded me of days when I was in class XI-XII. When I used to get bored in the house my mother used to tell me to go out, meet some friends, freshen up. Isn’t it amazing how the online world is quite a mirror image of the real world? Even today when I get bored I move around; visit my friends (ie their blogs) and the come back to my house ie my own computer terminal. Another of my typical experiences on the net is the online payment of bills. Just like in past when people used to collect their bill from the electric department, go to the bank, take out money, move back to the electric office and pay the bill; in case of online payment I first go to my mobile se

My first memory of Mumbai goes back to when I was in class 9th and came here with my parents. Crowded roads, jam-packed buses, pollution and finally dirty beaches – I instinctively disliked Mumbai. I remember having made a statement soon after that I would never live in Mumbai. But life took its toll. . . . . . . My next rendezvous with Mumbai was when I was in my second year of engineering and had to go to Pune from Bhilai via Mumbai. I spent around 4 hours on the Kalyan station – morning 4:00 AM to 9:00AM. And I confess I was terrified. Had never faced such a large crowd; the fact that the station buzzed like a fest at the wee hours of the morning was more than I could digest. I saw people all dressed up for office when I expected them to be in their cozy beds. I had quite a lot of luggage with me; had heard a lot about thefts and conmen of Mumbai; so had to move around all 5 platforms (for tickets etc) with my entire luggage. And then as my train approached, I was all prepared to

Today is 15th August, Independence Day - a great day for the nation; my motherland turns 58 today...... Here is an interesting peice of news on the occasion of Independence day of India Source: R-World Mobile News New York: The tower of majectic Empire State building here has been glowing saffron, white and green since Friday to mark India's Independence Day. The tricolor will don the building throughout the Sunday night. To add here is a poem dedicated to my dear Bhārat .... THE LOUDEST CALL ----------------------- Deathless it stands undettered as a rock ! As ages pass, and turn the clock. My nation Bhārat the greatest of all. Today gives the world one of its loudest calls. The Call . . . . . . . Come 'o' White & come 'o' Black See my glory, nothing do I lack Spiritual thoughts, you get in me Picturesque beauty, come here and see Tells you my people's intelligence: "You can't continue with your negligence" Even you