<?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-29458639</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:45:09.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life - As It is !!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-229899035411175200</id><published>2008-10-09T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:04:27.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello !!!!</title><content type='html'>Well i am back to writing after a long time. The last post i made was centuries ago. Even before man discovered fire.But i have my own reasons for the long absence and silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the main reason....work has been tooooo hectic. My weekely average effort was crossing 12 hrs including working on saturdays(thats what u call hard work). Hence Sundays went in sleeping and forgetting that i have to go to work on monday just to wake up to a broken dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever free time was left was spent in watching movies with my mad mad room mate who was hell bent in understanding ins and outs of hollywood and bollywood films. So it was an average of 5 movies in a week. My pocket and eyes both suffering in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence it was 12-13 hrs work with breaks for food + 3 hrs of movie watching + 8 hrs sleep + some time wondering.....which described my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things have settled down a bit...atlease on the work front.This might be the silence after the storm or before the new one to come. This does not mean i have no work but it means i can find atleast half hour during my busy day and try to write some rubbish and publish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to me and all the best !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-229899035411175200?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/229899035411175200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=229899035411175200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/229899035411175200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/229899035411175200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello.html' title='Hello !!!!'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-7712113510377686267</id><published>2007-07-03T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T04:44:44.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of Happyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K6MGIr-tVP8/RopQeICnQVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ksJaT0x2ToA/s1600-h/51kHdDw8tML._AA240_"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K6MGIr-tVP8/RopQeICnQVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ksJaT0x2ToA/s320/51kHdDw8tML._AA240_" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082963607925768530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this amazing movie i.e. Pursuit of Happyness yesterday on my PC.Ok i know it is too late but still better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a story about one man's miseries in life. The best thing i like about the movie is how someone can lose everyhing in life and still have hope of rebuilding everyhing one day. How he can struggle through every problem and win against all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best sequence from the movie for me would be when Smith and his son are playing basketball and he tells his son that 'Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. Not even me. If you have a dream you got to protect it. Its people who could not do it themselves who tell others that they can’t do it either. If you want something go and get it.' The thought just moved me and made me take all things in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is a must watch for all Will Smith fans and for those who love good cinema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-7712113510377686267?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/7712113510377686267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=7712113510377686267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/7712113510377686267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/7712113510377686267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2007/07/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='Pursuit of Happyness'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K6MGIr-tVP8/RopQeICnQVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ksJaT0x2ToA/s72-c/51kHdDw8tML._AA240_' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-3383099309116942192</id><published>2007-07-02T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:03:35.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A phenomenon called Orkut</title><content type='html'>An old friend of mine...Someone with whom i used to play football in 5th standard in my school scrapped me today. For those still living in the old age in some desert ( how are you reading my blog ??)  Scrapping is writing a message in someones scrapbook on Orkut. Orkut as defined in Wikipedia 'is an Internet social network service run by Google and named after its creator, Google employee Orkut Büyükkökten. It claims to be designed to help users meet new friends and maintain existing relationships.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a member of Orkut for the past 6 months and i am surprised to find out how many people still remember me in this world. Some people with whom i played and studied in school, some with whom i used to share a bus ride to school, some with whom i met at coaching classes, some who used to work with me and have now left the company. Generally some people with whom i have shared some part of my beautiful life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy i have mentioned above was a gud friend of mine until he left school and we lost contact. The way he reminded me about him was by writing 'we used to play football together in school and you were always on the losing side.' Yaa that does remind me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just one of the friends i have met through the network.There have been some special people with whom i had lost contact and they suddenely appeared one day.It was great to know that they still existed on this planet and are leading a life just like me.It was surprising to know how much life has changed since i spoke to them last time.We exchanged numbers,addresses,emails and some notes on life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have also been some nice people who tried to be my friends.Like this one guy who looked at my profile and said 'U look like Gay.Wanna Enjoy.' I was so afraid of him that i didn't open my account for alomst 2 weeks. Then there was this guy who wrote to me asking 'Are u from some ABC school ??I used to study there when i was 3 yrs old and it looks like i know u.'I asked him to send me his snaps when he was 3 and may be then i will try to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sincere Thanx goes to the guy who invented this thing called orkut. Without your vision i wouldn't have had the oppurtunity to relive some golden days of my life. Just one request please include a feature where girls who do not accept invitations from guys for friendship should be banned from the using the network.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-3383099309116942192?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/3383099309116942192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=3383099309116942192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/3383099309116942192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/3383099309116942192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2007/07/phenomenon-called-orkut.html' title='A phenomenon called Orkut'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-5778231588795250381</id><published>2007-06-06T03:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T06:31:51.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Coming</title><content type='html'>Its my seventh day at home today. YES !! i am on a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME... where i have the luxury of lying around whole day without doing anything....Eat the home cooked food that i always desired...Watch TV whole day without being disturbed....Where there are no client calls to attend...Where i don't have to give the status of work every 2 hrs....Where i can do any stupid act and still get away without being laughed at....Where i don't have to bother about my lunch and dinner... Yeah i am at HOME !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent almost 3 years outside of my home for earning a fat salary ( why do i have to lie ?? ) every home trip i have made has been special for me. No specific reasons ( should there be one ??) but just that i am coming back to the place where i have spent 22 important years of my life. The excitement of seeing my family, the oppurtunity to spend time with my cousins, the feeling of love,safety,care. All this and hundred other things make me run home as many times as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just wondering about how things have changed over time i felt that some things are missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here is busy with their own lives and daily chores. In fact it becomes difficult for me to get a time when all my friends are free to meet me at one place together. So i normally end up meeting them at different times at different places. The amazing fact is that it is only when i go to my hometown that some of my friends make a plan to meet. They hardly get time to meet each other even though they are staying in the same city. Just an instance of how much life and people have changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you try to make time to spend with you dear once no matter how busy you are, you will make it. One of my friend said it rightly ‘ In your death bed you will  not remember how much time you spent in office but you will regret how less time you spent with your friends &amp; family’. May be it’s a wake up call for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with my family also look different. They have got used to living without me. They know that i have left for good and may or may not return in future ( career matters a lot). My mom takes leave from office as long as i am here and she makes it a point that i get to eat all my favorite food before its time to go back. She even takes care of my shopping and packs up home cooked ladoos for my friends back (my second) home.My dad makes sure that atleast once the whole family goes out for dinner whenever i'm home.My brother hands over the keys of the bike to me and travels by bus. All the relatives come over to visit us. Everyone tries to spend as much time as possible with me until it is time for me to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all is great but i sometimes get a feeling that it is a ritual that is being performed and things are not what they used to be. It feels bad when you work hard and stay away from your dear ones thinking that you are working for making their life better and then you find out that they don't need you any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be i am over reacting and things are not that bad. May be its just that this visit has been at a wrong time. May be i am just bored, stupid , dumb...May be i am not able to see the love behind the faces any more.. May be things will be better when i come next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo itz time for me to pack my bags.I have to go back to the place of my Karma tomorrow...meanwhile i also have to answer my Mom's question 'Ab next time kab aayega ??'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-5778231588795250381?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/5778231588795250381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=5778231588795250381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/5778231588795250381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/5778231588795250381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-coming.html' title='Home Coming'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-5076464252903293310</id><published>2007-06-05T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T05:38:14.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart broken</title><content type='html'>The inevitable has happened today.Yes I had a break up.It was the only serious relationship I got into in my whole life. And I wanted it to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things about her.She was one of the good friends i had in my college. We were together for almost 3 yrs in college. She had a relationship with my best friend and many a times i acted as the messenger for them.I used to transfer gifts and cards from her to my friend and vice versa. I was like a good guy they knew. Someone who could be there for you when you need him. I advised them many a times and even helped them to resolve their fights. My friend as turned out later was not that serious about this whole love thing and decided to end the relation. There were tears all around and i helped her recover, bad mouthing my friend in the process.Her parents also came to know about all this and she had a hard time facing their anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ended.My friend has got married and even has a kid today.I left my hometown for job and she also got one in a bank.We used to talk as friends though and mostly we discussed career issues. My liking for her never ended and we got bit closer. She also discussed about the guys who had come to see her for marriage. I asked her once what she wanted in a guy and she told me all. I wrote a mail to her next day telling her that 'I had all those qualities that u mentioned u wanted. So am i eligible for you.' She understood my intention and with some talk accepted my proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to speak 3-4 times a day on phone. Would mail each other and exchange 1000s sms in a day.It was a great time of my life and i looked forward to spending time with her whenever i went home.We were togther for last one year and even discussed marriage. As i was not earning that well and my PG ending next year we decided to wait till next year before i could look for a jump in my career and salary. As she comes from a business family and is earning better than me i needed to have some financial standing before we could look to reveal the things to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my last visit to home and we didn't meet.Everytime i called her to meet she made some or the other excuse.Not knowing what was on her mind i came back hoping for things to improve.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last some days and we have not spoken properly. Some times we didn't speak for a day at a stretch. Whenever i called, it was like one way talk with me speaking all the times and for most of the things she replied in simple Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense somethin was wrong and today i got a message from her saying she wanted us to be just friends from now on. I called her immediately and &lt;br /&gt;She said it was not possible for her to wait for me any longer with the growing pressure from her family to settle down.She said they wanted her to select a guy soon and get married. It was not possible for her to reject every guy she met. She could not tell her parents about me as she had faced lot of problems when they came to know about her relation with my friend. Her mother had cried and all hell broke lose. She didn't wanted a repeat of all this and decided to go with their decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my request and assurance didn't work and she said she was sure that her decision was right.We decided to leave everything to fate and she said if by next year she didn't get married we might give it a try (Yes Try !!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who is wrong in this whole mess.May be i am too weak to go forward and tell everyone,may be we were not meant to be together,may be god is testing us,may be next year i will earn enough to convince people (who don't matter) that i am the right guy for her, may be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-5076464252903293310?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/5076464252903293310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=5076464252903293310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/5076464252903293310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/5076464252903293310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2007/06/heart-broken.html' title='Heart broken'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-119721276872510991</id><published>2007-06-01T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T06:20:20.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Lessons</title><content type='html'>It’s been 2.5 yrs since I have been in the corporate way of life. Having spent some  time here I think I should write down some lessons that I have learnt here (Oh no!! another management Guru in the making ??). I will try to update this whenever I can and will also try to remember these things in my journey further in this Big Bad world…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never give advice until asked for.Whatever you say as a gesture of goodwill   &lt;br /&gt;    can be held against you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Always document whatever work you do.Someone is sure to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In the workplace we only have colleagues and not friends.They would do &lt;br /&gt;   anything to go up...even walk over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Always be committed to learn and explore.The day you stop learning you are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never fail to ask for what you truly deserve.It's the crying baby who drinks &lt;br /&gt;   the milk.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. Work Hard.The hardest you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Always be clear about what you can or cannot do.Give realistic deadlines  &lt;br /&gt;   which you know you can meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Never be afraid to raise an issue.It can be a bomb waiting to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There is no job security.Be the best man in the team...someone who cannot  &lt;br /&gt;   be replaced....and you will be secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Always keep your position safe,so that no one can point fingers at you if&lt;br /&gt;    something goes wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Always be ready to help others.You never know when you might need their help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't look for appreciation to come your way.It is not in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;    Be your own motivator.Give a pat on your back when you do good work and  &lt;br /&gt;    kick yourself when you make a mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-119721276872510991?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/119721276872510991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=119721276872510991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/119721276872510991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/119721276872510991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2007/06/corporate-lessons.html' title='Corporate Lessons'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-2316161795563204557</id><published>2007-05-28T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T04:21:16.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss..</title><content type='html'>I miss the early morning cries of getting up to go to school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Rs 2 coin that was given to me every morning as my pocket money.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the bus ride to school and the fights over a seat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the last bench where I sat trying to study with the aim of achieving something in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the afternoon lunch with friends under the tree in hot afternoons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Sports period and the football game with lots of guys from other classes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the afternoon naps before running for tution classes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the annual fests and the time we spent preparing for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the free periods we had which we spent doing nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss weekend afternoons with family sitting and watching daily soaps together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the summer holidays of lazying around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the happines i had when we moved to a new class.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am missing life here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-2316161795563204557?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/2316161795563204557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=2316161795563204557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/2316161795563204557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/2316161795563204557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss.html' title='I Miss..'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-2650763951129124381</id><published>2007-05-23T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T06:03:12.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life or Destiny !!!</title><content type='html'>I found the following article somewhere. As I read it I could relate so much to it that I thought it was worth posting.I am sure there will be thousands of people out there who would be able to relate to it.So it goes out to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its  7 :  30  a.m. and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the office bus to arrive. I stand here in the same manner as I did a few years back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in 2 years; the sky under which I  am  standing seems  to be looking  at me and smiling .. It is perhaps the only thing that has acted as a  witness  ..  watching the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet professional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the window watching people trying to catch up with "life" ..  It's an hour's journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another  acquaintance. It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the melody but because I would now be thrust with thoughts  of the solitary journey ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college ...  well it's a paradox to call a distance of 30 KMs "short", but that is how it always seemed. A typical college day always begins in the bus with all the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in from the various stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day ...  well as I said it was a different life then. The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I approach my cubicle. A few of my colleagues greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leaving  behind your friends and carrying  along only  memories. You do make new  friends, but then you never get the old close ones ...  you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you  do  not find a person to whom you needn't say things ...  friends who just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, have  been the only thing that I seem to look forward to .....However,I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation ..A  pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mug, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there  will  be a day when things  will change, when life  will offer  a rewind, a recap of all the events and I just have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-2650763951129124381?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/2650763951129124381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=2650763951129124381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/2650763951129124381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/2650763951129124381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-or-destiny.html' title='Life or Destiny !!!'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-8740471202629773071</id><published>2007-05-07T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T04:39:34.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Well !!!</title><content type='html'>This incident happened when I was traveling in a train back from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having my evening snacks as I was getting back to reading, a man in his middle age passed by. He was selling cigarettes and pan supari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentleman sitting next to me with his wife and a 5 year old son called him and asked him for a pack of supari. The seller gave him a pack and asked him for Rs.2.&lt;br /&gt;The man was angry and he said that it was actually worth Rs.1 in the market. The seller obviously tired after long day’s work told him that he only earns 50 paisa on one pack as he has to give a share of the earning to the shop owner from whom every morning he collects the stuff for selling. He said he has spent almost 20 yrs traveling in trains like this selling something or the other.He pointed towards the man’s son and said his own son is as old as him. He said he leaves his motherless child everyday to come to work. Isn’t 50 paisa even worth his effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time the man sitting next to me had already reached for his pocket and was taking out money to pay to the seller. He initially refused and told the man to keep it. But after continues insistence from the man he finally agreed to keep it. Before leaving the seller kept his hand on the head of man’s son and said “Study Well!!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that even such a poor man understands the value of education. He knows that the reason of all his sufferings is the fact that he was not educated. It made me appreciate the fact that I am one of the few people who have got an opportunity to study and make a name for my self.All the things that I heard from my elders in childhood about being committed to studies and only studies being the way to grow in life made sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought inspires me every time I sit down to study and stops me from criticizing my teachers and the education system. Well its rightly said &lt;br /&gt;"Knowledge is power Supreme".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-8740471202629773071?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/8740471202629773071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=8740471202629773071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/8740471202629773071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/8740471202629773071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2007/05/study-well.html' title='Study Well !!!'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-574700431467610660</id><published>2007-04-27T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T04:51:31.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a gift !!</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged for some time now but something happened today which made me come back and write it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While speaking to one of my friends today I came to know that her sister's two year old son is badly ill.On enquiring what had happened to him she told me that the child is very weak since birth.He is very sensitive to heat and dust and has to be kept inside a closed room. He just sleeps whole day in AC and can barely move much.He has to be fed and moved by them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently he started facing problem in breathing and was kept in ICU for a week.The Child's body has become immune to medicines which has made it more difficult for the doctors.They have to use new medicines and hope it helps the child.After keeping the child under observation they advised his parents to take him home and keep him on Oxygen.Since returning back from hospital he has become more weak.Even when they have to change his oxygen cylinder and remove the mask he can barely hold his breath for few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trauma that the family is going through is unimaginable.To see your young child struggling for life is not easy.The boy has not even seen the world properly through his eyes. They have enough money to get all possible medical help from any place in the world.As parents they have made a decision that they will try till the end no matter how small the hope of survival is.I think even if the kid survives the illness,he will lead a very difficult life due to his weak body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing just made me think how lucky I am.I might not have all the riches of the world.Atleast I can breathe on my own.I can move around and see the beauty of the world through my eyes.I can work hard for my living and provide help to others as well.The thought made me raise my hands in appreciation of God's greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson never made more sense to me “The person who has stopped being thankful has fallen asleep in life.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-574700431467610660?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/574700431467610660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=574700431467610660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/574700431467610660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/574700431467610660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-gift.html' title='Life is a gift !!'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-115762969911132733</id><published>2006-09-07T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T04:48:19.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My MBA dream</title><content type='html'>My leadership qualities in school and college gave me a gud enough reason to go ahead and make an MBA degree my calling.I was always ahead in all the events either participating or organizing.I could relate myself easily to Economics and Stats&lt;br /&gt;than to Physics and Chemistry.My friends called me a Guru,always ready with some info or the other.The money and the respect that comes with the job made it sure that this is what i was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempts at cracking the entrance of top institutes met with no results except calls from less respected colleges,which were out of question once i checked out their fees.Well i guess my Dad was right when he said that it takes something else to make it to the Best of the places.A job offer from a top company after i graduated made me put everything on hold(well money is a great motivater!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent 2 yrs in the job and after one more unsuccessful attempt at the tests i don't know where im going next.Probably this time i had more excuses to please myself for my failure to get through the tests....Work pressure left me no time to study...how do u expect me to study after working 12 hours a day??....Also the fact that the money i spent(or wasted)on all the forms went from my pocket and not Dad's gave me some relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i can give the exams with the same enthu again and put in the same amount of hard work.It does take a lot to sit with books with work and sleep going through your mind.But somewhere i know that this is what i want to do in my&lt;br /&gt;life.May be the path will change but i know where i am finally going.....i guess thats what matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-115762969911132733?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/115762969911132733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=115762969911132733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115762969911132733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115762969911132733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-mba-dream.html' title='My MBA dream'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-115270729039824794</id><published>2006-07-12T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T04:58:30.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tuesday Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/God.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/320/God.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/God.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s been two years since I left my home and came out to face this world alone and become that 'Something'. I started living with some guys who happen to be from the same city as mine. One of my roommate visited temple near our home every week on Tuesday. I started to accompany him as he used to go alone. Slowly it became a habit for me too.I don't remember exactly but I think we have followed this schedule since one and a half years now (some achievement by my standards). Some more friends have also joined us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to a religious family to a sense that food is first served to God and then to us at home. I have performed many rituals for years together not knowing their significance just because "Mom Said So". My parents are regular to different spiritual places in India to offer their prayers. My dad is a great believer and listens to discourses every morning before he begins his day (that taught me to wake up early!!).I don't remember how many times we have performed Havan and Bhog at our home to keep the evil spirits away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me that u don't need to be a regular to temples to pay your regards. If u believe in him and think of him being present everywhere u can get his blessings sitting at home. I haven't thought on the reason but I go regularly just to thank God that I have survived another week in this chaotic world and would come again if I can next week. I don’t ask him for anything. I think he knows very well what we all want. If he doesn't know then who will.I don't need to go and tell him that this is what I want please give me. I think people who go to temples and ask him for This or That are selfish.Its like bargaining with him 'U do this for me and i will do this for u". I have always believed that if it is there in your Destiny u will have it and if it is Not no matter how much we try we wont get it. So it’s best to leave all in his hands and put in your best work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it from me for now....it’s Tuesday and it’s my time of the week to meet God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-115270729039824794?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/115270729039824794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=115270729039824794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115270729039824794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115270729039824794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-tuesday-plans.html' title='My Tuesday Plans'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-115225747738103952</id><published>2006-07-07T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:31:39.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Dad, how are you??</title><content type='html'>It’s been almost 2 years that I have left my home in search of independence and a better future (for a job …in simple terms) but I don’t remember a single time that I spoke to my Dad for more than fifteen minutes on phone or in person since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my calls are mostly answered by my Mom who tells me everything from what is happening in our home to our neighborhood (Now you know why Telecom is growing the way it is!!!). I speak to my brother often for career related issues. My dad talks to me if he picks up the phone sometimes and asks me if I need anything and hands over the phone to Mom. My visits to home are very limited and It’s mostly twice in a year that I get a chance to go there. On home visits my time is taken by friends, shopping, relatives and some rest. Dad is as busy as he is and the only time I get to talk to him properly is when he is there to pick me up and drop me at station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been like this. Even in my teen years I haven’t spent much time speaking to him. His business keeps him badly busy and there are not many weekends that he has spent at home. A day for him starts at 6 and by 8 he is on his way to work. Salvation from work is mostly at 10 and by 11 he returns to bed.  With such a schedule for almost 7 days a week I can’t expect much time from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do admire his hard working nature and the passion for his work. Working so much at this age is no less achievement. I have seen the respect that he gets from the people he works with. Trust me it takes a life to make so many people love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been there when I needed his guidance and support. Infact he used to drop me at 6 in the morning to my school for my football practices.  But as I grew up and my dependence on him reduced we have spent lesser and lesser time together. As I entered college it was only for my pocket money issues that I had a conversation with him. Mom has always been there taking care of all my needs. She knows everything about me, my likes, my dislikes, my friends, my crush and everything I can’t even think of. So some how the bridge got filled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that even if he has very less time to spare for me he is proud that I am independent today. He is happy that I respect him and follow what he says. Some where he feels strong as he knows there is someone to take care of him and the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be we will be able to spend more time together when he decides to retire(that won't be before 80 i guess)  . May be my children will be able to make up for all the time that I have lost by being with him without being interrupted by the outside world commitments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-115225747738103952?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/115225747738103952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=115225747738103952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115225747738103952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115225747738103952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-dad-how-are-you.html' title='Hey Dad, how are you??'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-115209674127572060</id><published>2006-07-05T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:39:43.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another frustrated IT guy???</title><content type='html'>I have read many articles where some or the other software engineer writes how boring his life has become since he joined an IT company.All the 5 days of the week appear to be the same.Get up early in the morning,catch a bus,go and sit into ur cubicle in between unknown people,do the same work again,eat a bit,have 2-3 cups of tea and some puffs,return back home,eat,sleep and get ready for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree to a number of things being said and written.Life does become boring once the initial excitement of working in one of the best companies in the world goes away.One certainly realizes that the work has become repetitive and the only reason one is doing it is for 'Money'.One starts to miss the time spent with family and friends and the freedom of choice one had.And you ask yourself is there a way out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life is not meant to be constant.As a child all we wish is to grow up and go to school.In school we want to get into a college.College life pushes us to start earning so that we can be independent.And once we do get that independence(trust we are a lucky few!!!) we start analysing it and wish things were different and we could go back to start all over again.But the clock runs in one direction only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me take the whole scenario in a different light.I feel that the work we do can be taken up more as a challenge than a routine. I still remember the Zeal with which i worked all night after my manager told me that the work allocated to me will be given over to another experienced guy the next day, as I had made no progress on it for some time( two days to be precise).I finished the whole thing in the process and slept in office for the next whole day .It was great pride to know that something I developed six months ago was being used in a foreign land by so many users.I started discussing personal things with my collegue so that we can get to know each other better,I started enjoying my lunch with the team realizing that there is more to life than competition and work pressure hides the real qualities of a man.I guess there is a positive side to everything.If u keep ur face to the sun u cannot see the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound like a Self-help guru but still analysing too much  has never helped anyone. As they say 'Love what u do and u will not have a single working day in ur life'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-115209674127572060?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/115209674127572060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=115209674127572060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115209674127572060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115209674127572060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-frustrated-it-guy.html' title='Another frustrated IT guy???'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-115098223231308738</id><published>2006-06-22T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T03:31:24.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will India Ever make it to Soccer World Cup??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/ap_ronaldinho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/320/ap_ronaldinho1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night when I was watching the Brazil vs Japan match and the national anthem of Brazil was being played in Dortmund stadium in Germany my friend asked me if we will ever hear the Indian national anthem playing in one of the World Cups in future.&lt;br /&gt;I had no answer to the question so I just smiled but the truth is I am myself not sure if India can ever produce its own Ronaldos and Beckhams.Can India ever repeat the success in football that it has achieved in cricket?? Can India ever be a host to lakhs of crazy fans and footballers ???&lt;br /&gt;Well the questions are many and the answers are few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infrastructure and the support for football in India no way matches those available for cricket unlike the trend all over the world.A lot is desired from different quarters if India has to make a mark in Asia itself ,forget the world.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is very difficult to pursue any sports as a career option in India.And only if its Cricket you manage to get some support from people.I have myself played football till my inter college days(captained good lot times) and had great interest in the game but when it came to choosing a career I took a safer route and decided to do Coding instead of scoring goals.I think this is what happens with most of the sports enthusiats in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With India taking big leaps in all the fields sports need a special attention.If smaller countries like Ghana can get qualified for World Cup why can't India do it.So hopefully when I sit down with my children in future watching the World Cup they will not ask me the same question "Will we ever hear the Indian national anthem playing in one of the World Cups?? "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-115098223231308738?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/115098223231308738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=115098223231308738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115098223231308738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115098223231308738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2006/06/will-india-ever-make-it-to-soccer.html' title='Will India Ever make it to Soccer World Cup??'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29458639.post-115011725784879818</id><published>2006-06-12T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T04:05:51.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Student to a Professional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/Me_be.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/320/Me_be.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wished I could earn my own money so that all my fights with my Mom over my pocket money would end. So that I don’t have to show a balance sheet to anybody at the end of the month to prove that I have spent the money in the best possible way. Once I graduated I knew that my next step was going to be a job and if I was going to study ahead it will be with my own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having cleared the test and interview of an MNC I got my entry into the shining IT sector of India. Of course that meant leaving my hometown and moving to a new place.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything seemed so difficult, “who will wake me up in the morning, who will take care of my bills, who will fulfill my daily needs”. The saying ‘No pain, No gain’ started to make sense to me. Anyway I decided to concentrate on the brighter side of things and arrived at the place of my Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settling to a new place is not easy if you have not ventured out of your home much and have lived a life of luxury with no responsibilities and minimum interaction with the outside world. Everything from waking up in the morning to making the bed for sleeping in the night has to be done on your own. Suddenly you realize that clothes have to be washed or they start stinking after some days, if you don’t take care where your money is spent the balance in your account goes from XXX Rs. to 0.00 in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lot of lessons professionally as well. At work you are supposed to behave in a certain way, you have to dress in a way and you have to be a professional in the true sense. That means no hanging around in gardens when you have work, no WWF t-shirts in office and no nasty language exchanged with friends and colleagues even if it is in the right spirit. So many of my friends told me that in order to be successful as a professional you have to look busier than all the others around (even if u don’t have work). I also learnt that it was more of your good contacts that mattered when it came to appraisals and better growth. I don’t know how many of these things told to me I have actually followed but then some extra knowledge is never bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience till now has been enriching and an eye-opener. The problems and focus areas in my life have changed a lot. Relationships and priorities have taken a shift but I feel that I am still the same guy I used to be. I don’t know what my next step in life will be but I know that someday I would love to have a fight with my Mom on my pocket money again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29458639-115011725784879818?l=rohit-asit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/feeds/115011725784879818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29458639&amp;postID=115011725784879818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115011725784879818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29458639/posts/default/115011725784879818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rohit-asit.blogspot.com/2006/06/from-student-to-professional.html' title='From Student to a Professional'/><author><name>Rohit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861982195078264012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5335/3139/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
