tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71017663416149266972024-02-21T04:56:45.671-08:00purple heartand the soul connect.monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-71441194804054218682021-02-06T19:14:00.006-08:002021-02-06T19:16:20.973-08:00 Mornings and moments of epiphany and deciding to quit Facebook<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mornings and moments of epiphany and deciding to quit Facebook </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">( not that it matters but I love writing :) )</span></p><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I took about a 2 year break from social media from 2018 to 2019</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I needed to reflect back on myself and look inwards. I have always been an extrovert by nature.. but I started to realize that some of my extrovert traits are doing more harm to me than good. I looked within and did a lot of soul searching during this break time and these two years were the most transformational years of my life. </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">But then I itched to get to back, connect with the world and see updates from people that have once touched my life.. and finally decided to come back on social media.</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">However, <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl q66pz984 gpro0wi8 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/facebookappIndia/?__cft__[0]=AZXGTkNw0Z074vIqEbykrjsduNO-YeU4R0uImpYoj19c-eWnQt6XZx25Rp9_1Rl_WcXC46usjwRs8Ghbo1kbOUlFd2txc0f0yTODKXM2iSy_Ifb40prqo8zBekytGa16gLl6VK3P6MezGlCqj7q7zVVQ&__tn__=kK-R" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0"><div class="nc684nl6" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;">Facebook</div></a></span> as an application is not able to give me that experience anymore (and that's also what a lot of people are saying too). <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl q66pz984 gpro0wi8 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/instagram/?__cft__[0]=AZXGTkNw0Z074vIqEbykrjsduNO-YeU4R0uImpYoj19c-eWnQt6XZx25Rp9_1Rl_WcXC46usjwRs8Ghbo1kbOUlFd2txc0f0yTODKXM2iSy_Ifb40prqo8zBekytGa16gLl6VK3P6MezGlCqj7q7zVVQ&__tn__=kK-R" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0"><div class="nc684nl6" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;">Instagram</div></a></span>'s blog format appeals a lot more to me.</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">So I have decided to quit Facebook starting tomorrow.</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">If you want to check my life updates (well I am a pretty interesting person you see <span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu" style="display: inline-flex; font-family: inherit; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle; width: 16px;"><img alt="ЁЯШЙ" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t95/3/16/1f609.png" style="border: 0px;" width="16" /></span>) : </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">You can follow me on Instagram : </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl py34i1dx gpro0wi8" href="https://www.instagram.com/monika.livelovelaugh/?fbclid=IwAR2Nye84fl09zhKcdYkoKenqJl7t054-Tr8Yy5wUILE_n79TE9dupGhIUns" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://www.instagram.com/monika.livelovelaugh/</a></span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">If we met through our work, you can add me on linkedin if we are not yet connected : </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl py34i1dx gpro0wi8" href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/monikaagarwal165/?fbclid=IwAR1vQqzDXEiB1GXa1FpDJUxWGxK7QfgjGUaq6Tkj6-RrifCGE6HKO0Lh4Jk" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://www.linkedin.com/in/monikaagarwal165/</a></span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">and youtube : my small little dance dairy :</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl py34i1dx gpro0wi8" href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnYAzvb7VjhTWJL5unzq8HQ?fbclid=IwAR1HtJBigStNVAduzOFgFINpmUxybdqt-KiQ_K8zIuORy2QzsM-PCG4-2fA" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnYAzvb7VjhTWJL5unzq8HQ</a></span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Since I do have a lot of beautiful memories documented on Facebook. I will not be permanently deleting my account and will sneek into them once in a while <span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu" style="display: inline-flex; font-family: inherit; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle; width: 16px;"><img alt="ЁЯЩВ" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t8a/3/16/1f642.png" style="border: 0px;" width="16" /></span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Take care and have a beautiful life. <span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu" style="display: inline-flex; font-family: inherit; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle; width: 16px;"><img alt="ЁЯЩВ" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t8a/3/16/1f642.png" style="border: 0px;" width="16" /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu" style="display: inline-flex; font-family: inherit; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle; width: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; white-space: normal;">Now that I am quitting Facebook, I have a feeling that this will be my station of expressing myself. </p><p style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lets see. This is a casual post will format later :)</span></p></div></div>monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-11496132834219310832016-08-30T09:24:00.000-07:002016-08-30T09:24:06.154-07:00Sher-o-shayri - collection in the making<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-48309667500822392712016-02-20T14:35:00.002-08:002016-02-20T14:36:36.236-08:00рджрд┐рд▓<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-22613954267682349462016-02-03T08:05:00.003-08:002016-02-03T08:31:40.078-08:00Life Mantra.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-55495384741560636502015-09-29T12:49:00.000-07:002015-10-01T09:04:14.891-07:00On Cycling <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have been cycling all around in Bangalore on my khatara-pyaara second-hand over-priced cycle. Its been an elating experience to own such a perfect means of transport. The best part is that it can keep up with my energy level. I love when we criss-cross our way through the jammed traffic. On a cycle, you don't stop.. you figure new paths out. Have been missing on such a heavy dose of everyday happiness all these years. Its now that I realize :<br />
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-31084333705819513532015-01-04T22:05:00.001-08:002015-05-13T22:26:19.688-07:00Endings and Beginnings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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2014 had been a great year of self-exploration. From lot of readings, fitness sprees, cycling sprints to mini-marathons ; living alone allowed me to try out a platitude of things on one hand, and on the other hand made me realize the extent of emotional security human companionship provides.<br />
Our emotional health quotient is a complex function of companionship and solitude.<br />
Companionship is like food for heart. Whether good or bad you need it but of course, the better the quality of food the healthier your heart is. <br />
Solitude is like dieting. It helps you maintain your food intake, cleanses your heart and helps it pump at its true potential. Excess of dieting lowers blood-pressure and leads to depressive emotions.<br />
2014 had been a year of stronger family ties and deeper friendship bonds. Although scattered and not constructive, 2014 had also been a year of great learning. And what can be a perfect end to a year than getting to perform at two year-end parties. ^_^<br />
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2015 is not going to be a regular year. Either for the good or for the bad, this year is going to be decisive of what the rest of my life holds. It is its position on my lifeline that gives it this sense of urgency. There is a point when you can't let life just be and you feel this pinching need to figure things out, figure things so that each day is well lived and not just breathed. When you have that longing need for direction. When its a do or you will die situation. I wish myself all the best. :)</div>
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Wishing every creation on earth a <u>very</u> happy new year ! :)</div>
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p.s : posting from my new moto- G2 ;)<br />
p.s : listening to 'hil dil k naacho naacho' :D</span></div>
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-66083698699576980062014-06-05T03:48:00.002-07:002016-11-19T22:06:48.468-08:00the CATCHER in the RYE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I read the first line of the last chapter, 'THAT'S ALL I'm going to tell you about', like a shot, a void hit my heart. I did not want this story to end so fast. As in, I wanted to know at least a little more. I, sort of, started liking Holden Caufield by the end of the play. I actually started liking him sometime into the start itself, to tell the truth. The way he jumped from one tale to another amused me, and how he made silly cynical comments about everything. It made me laugh. I kept wondering why people call this book depressing. He kept describing everything around as lousy or phony, and guys he didn't like, as pimpy and all. Funny he was. I sort of felt sorry for him sometimes because he just didn't like anything around him. But the way he kept describing them made him, only, more amusing. How much he loved his cute little sister, Phoebe, would only make you love him more. But he kept feeling dizzy all along. That made me sad.<br>
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All long the story you feel as if he is telling you every little bit about his life. But he is not. The darkest side of his life is hidden till the end. He is depressed and all, but only very late into the story do you get a hint of why is he so depressed. Antolini, the teacher, petting/patting over his head scares a hell out of him. And how he reacts scares a hell out of me. Trust me. I know that feeling. Whether Antolini is at fault or not is a completely different story, but what Holden might have gone through is clearly hinted here. This dark side of human race is so unfortunate. I wonder why the hell God made world this way. </div>
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Didn't he? All he wants to do in life is save these little kids from falling down while they are playing in the field of rye. Deep down, it reflects his own state. For all the time he had been falling into the abyss of angst, he wished someone was there to catch him and to save him. </div>
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Every time he was about to puke, it made me think he is about to die. I was quite sure he would die at the end of the story, to tell the truth, given people had told me the story is very depressing and all. I mean its kind of sad but not depressing. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_David_Chapman" target="_blank">Mark David Chapman</a> found it so depressing(read inspiring) that he murdered <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_John_Lennon" target="_blank">John Lennon</a> ?? :O , I still don't get that! Caulfield was all along such an nice guy.<br>
What might have been the case is that, may be Lennon was into some wrong business and David knew about it, and so he wanted to play the savior by putting an end to Lennon's life. It just made me suspicious, for trust me such dark truths are easiest to hide. Nobody wants to talk about it openly as it makes them feel undignified. Also there is never a tangible proof and the truth is ugly. </div>
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But I wonder if he, I mean Holden, had always been depressed that way all his life or did some drastic sequence of events in past had a profound impact on his impressionable mind. I even wonder if he ever had his food properly. I still wonder. He felt dizzy all the time. I guess all he needed was to be taken care of. A little more love and happiness and immense amount of family care would have been a more transforming decision than sending him to the asylum. </div>
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-69316506003353571242014-05-28T01:02:00.000-07:002014-05-28T01:29:48.554-07:00Take it slow !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I always have <i>so</i> so SO many things on my to-do list that I am ultimately completely lost most of the time. Lately I realized that my life is more like in Brownian motion, with thoughts and actions running here and there, trying to grab everything that is amazing about LIFE. I am a life freak, bubbling in energy to experience every mundane and exciting events life can possibly offer. Things like working in the massi shop (one college dhaba) from morning 8 am to night 10 pm, cleaning-serving-cooking, just for the heck of it and many more awesome experiences have helped me live life to my fullest. But the course of life has changed and I am more than 3 years through my 20 beginnings. Its time to imbibe more settled experiences that go a long way in shaping my social and economic presence in the world, along with my spiritual presence in the universe. There are things I need to learn, unlearn and relearn. Things I need to build, create and nurture.</div>
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Lately I did a great job in breaking into new habits. Habits like exercising daily, playing regularly, speaking mindfully (I sucked at this big time, blurting everything that came to my mind), giving my all in what I am doing/supposed to do (however still the weakest at this one). Each one of them are still evolving, and ever will, with each passing day. Unlike just plain habits, the driving force that keeps me interested in sticking to them is the possibility of getting better at it with each passing day. Also what makes me look forward to their execution are the small rewards each of them delivers in making life better. That's the thing with good habits, its rewarding :). It was a tough journey, and I cracked it. This gives me a lot of confidence when I think about building new tougher ones. I also learned quite a few mind hacks and applied them quite successfully. I am looking forward to excelling at this one too. Psychology is one amazing area of study, in fact a much needed recipe for success.</div>
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For now, on the blog front I will be posting my day to day learnings on a particular topic (haven't crisply decided on what topic) to track by advancement and most importantly to practice discipline.</div>
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So, why did I title this post - Take it slow ?</div>
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That's because I was hurrying. While doing one task I was thinking about how I need to do the others too. While writing I often found myself hurrying about how I need to read that amazing article I just come across. While reading I was worrying about how I need to solve a few aptitude questions to improve my acumen. Doing maths I was worrying about how I always wanted to learn web development and that I need to do that too. My mind inside is like - I have to read those amazing books, meet those amazing people, go on amazing trips, learn those amazing hacks, cook those amazing dishes, do amazing in that exam, write some amazing articles, build that amazing product, and I need to do them all fast!! O Oh O! hold on dear..! You know what !? you have done it all but only in bits and pieces. Pieces scattered here and there, making no complete sense. If you want to make sense out of your life, calm down, have patience to build page/s long experiences and not just a bit, working on each of them with complete determination and dedication, completing each chapter with proper endings, and binding all of them strongly into a book, and call it your LIFE.</div>
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-18608999586493857342013-04-19T03:55:00.002-07:002013-04-19T19:00:57.329-07:00THE WIND<br />
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For now, all I want is to thank you for all the wonderful moments you have bestowed upon me.. and seek your blessings to be able to lead a life closer to you..<br />
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A cheerful breeze tickles underneath my ears..</div>
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It has a story to tell, about its day which went all happy after years..</div>
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Like a childhood friend it cares not and pulls me out again and again..</div>
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Unable to decipher what it says.. I go closer to the window to hear it say..</div>
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For we differ in languages we speak.. its only the rhythm that makes me stay..</div>
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Hours pass by but even after several tries.. its still the rhythm that makes me stay ..</div>
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Patience now gives its way and exasperation shows up on its face..</div>
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Turbulence is all within..</div>
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In vain again, it suddenly stops..</div>
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тАШIs it over now? Will it never be fine?тАЩ</div>
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тАЬStay back!тАЭ.. my heart cries..</div>
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A gush of rain falls over my face.. and I taste the rain...I taste the rain...</div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">p.s: yes ! rains are beautiful and tasty too ! :)</span></div>
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-83775219550950760702012-12-31T12:57:00.000-08:002013-03-13T22:52:11.585-07:00Breaking the silence! forever? <br />
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The whole of delhi and eventually India coming together for the cause of delivering justice the 23-year old gangrape victim reflects the courage and values the present youth of India possesses. Standing against the brutal, insensitive police force and apathetic group of leaders, withstanding water cannons, lathicharge heralded on them consistently, the intensely committed youth shook the conscience of the entire nation. It is utmost saddening that it took a life of this brave-hearted girl to awaken the souls of the citizens, but that the nation is awaken forever will be a true tribute to her sacrifice. That we wont shut up and fight for better system, better governance and stand up against any and every injustice. That enough is enough! and gone are the days when silence was considered the best and optimum solution to keep oneself away from problems..That we as an individual will ensure safer and pleasant surrounding in every way for every individual. That we have broken the silence forever!!<br />
Saluting the youth of India and pledging to be one such responsible citizen, I hope and wish that defying all odds, the power and positive energy we possess will unite and multiply to give way to better, brighter, shinning and a truly democratic INDIA..<br />
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Here a poem by Amitabh Bachchan, a tribute of the brave-heart to whom the country will be indebted forever, a girl who didn't ask for us to be courageous but just a girl who went for a movie, boarded a bus and .. ..victimized ..<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit;"> Where the anna's India against corruption movement awakened India's political conscience</span><br />
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<br />monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-63671693768423091692012-11-28T13:29:00.000-08:002012-11-28T13:29:40.419-08:00Seed of time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-33274550331245874342012-11-24T22:00:00.001-08:002012-11-28T13:30:43.992-08:00Recurrent Dreams..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-36522053215279804402012-11-21T09:16:00.000-08:002012-11-21T09:26:48.318-08:00Ajmal Kasab Hanged. Period.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-16423084908441677002012-11-02T11:29:00.000-07:002012-11-04T23:16:50.844-08:00Each Day !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I was going through "Who will cry when you die" by Robin Sharma last semester. It is usually such books that I prefer to read, where you need not follow any linear sequence, you can drop into any page whenever you feel like, even twice, feeling all motivated. There I found this article which talked about, how cultivating a habit is just about 21 days of conscious effort. You set a goal in your mind, put in a determined effort for 21 days and the very next day, it becomes you .. that habit now defines you.. In the past 6 months or so I have experimented on myself, in various ways.. overcoming so many negative traits. I have become so patient, more understanding, less-hyper and more effective.. got control over my temper and developed a right balance of emotional connection and detachment, all that I aimed to be. From cultivating patience to overcoming procrastination .. the 21 days theory has worked wonders, making me self-dependent in true sense. If such changes can be brought in 21 days.. I bet you can cultivate any good habit (and get rid of bad ones) just anyone .. be it exercising daily, overcoming procrastination, reading books, sleeping on time, waking up early or doing one good deed everyday, at any age.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 20 seconds speaks of courage to start off. To quote Benjamin Mee, "<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;">Sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.</span>" The theory says that the time lapse between deciding what is to be done and actually doing it, is only 20 seconds. All it takes is only 20 seconds of courage and determination to actually do it. Applying the 21 days theory will need 20 seconds of courage each day.. to do what you had decided, and what will emerge out of you is a person you always wanted to be.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In my post 'So though yet so special' .. I mentioned that I have learnt a lot of brilliant lessons and implemented them too and but that I am looking<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.22222328186035px;"> "forward to the coming year as a process of embedding it so deep into my soul that it just becomes my natural self</span>".. I am so proud to proclaim myself ..that its mid-October 2012 and I am done with it, embedded them so deep into my soul and they have become my natural self. :):) </span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">p.s: It will also take only 21 days to loose a habit once you stop, but don't loose hope.. get doing for 21 days again.. it will be a lot more easier and effective this time :) </span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">p.s: There are still a few things to be worked upon (and something or the other will always remain, after-all there is always a scope for improvement :) )</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">p.s: Got placed at Sapient Global Markets. It is an awesome feeling. I wish I don't have to join it :P</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">p.s: </span><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Will listen to 'the secret' by Kelly Howell </span><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">now. :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Bathing in rain can be one of the most eventful and happy moments of your life. To me, when it rains, the<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 16.981481552124023px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>sight of open sky, the touch of fresh air and the smell of soil feels like heaven... :)</span>. This hostel is a blessing, where all these awesomeness reach right to my chair, making my rather dreaded single room stay a beautiful experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Since mid july, rain has become a routine of the day. It does rain atleast once a day or may be upto thrice. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But there was something different about it today. It was heavy. Heavy not as in volume per time unit but as in volume per space unit. It was voluminous. As if the gods are pouring in buckets of water and summoning us to get drenched. I was</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> leaning on the balcony wall,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> staring at the rain and blurting out words of admiration at intervals. The more I observed the falling drops, the more I was trapped into its mystery. An inner voice was asking me to feel it. Unable to control my urge to taste the rain, I jumped onto the terrace on my floor. Aaah!! why did I have to even give this a second thought. Its amazing. Rains have never felt the same. The smell of air was fresher than ever. Every drop so pure, pure enough to wash all my fears away. As the rains lowered its intensity, I forced myself out of that blissful experience, feeling all fresh, happy, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">rejuvenated</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> and pure. Of all innumerable times I have got myself drenched in the rain, with or without </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">companions</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, today's was the best of all. Thank Youuuuuuu GOD !! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Have you ever tried it?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If, not .. please do it.. it will be one of the best decisions you ever took.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1) Go for it when you aren't suffering from any illness and are at the best of your health.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Exception: Do go for it if you have some minor skin disease, rain water is great for skin.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2) Jump into the rain only when its raining heavily, so that you get wet quickly and aren't like wet-n-dry sort. If you are not completely drenched, the cool wind which accompanies the rain will act on your wet-n-dry body and you will surely fall sick.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3) As soon as the intensity of the rain lowers down, come out of it. Believe that its over and you had all the fun. Don't get tempted to stay there longer. You might try praying hard that it rains hard again, but if it is not working out, get over it. Staying longer will but spoil all the fun you had. And again cause you are wet, and its not raining enough, the winds will harm you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4) After getting out, don't stay that way for long. Immediately take a shower and put on dry clothes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">5) Never bathe in first rain of the season, especially if you live in a polluted city. This is because the first rain is the first to react with the acidic gases in the air and thus the rain can be acidic in nature.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">p.s: confession :<b style="background-color: #f3ffeb;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px;">I really get fascinated by the rain so much so that I feel an </span><span style="line-height: 22.981481552124023px;">adrenaline rush all over. I am not sure how many around feel that way.</span></b></span><br />
<b style="background-color: #f3ffeb; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="line-height: 22.962963104248047px;">p.s: the taste of rain drops is still lingering :D.</span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px;"> </span></b><br />
<b style="background-color: #f3ffeb; color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px;">p.s: this is my first how-to or rather how-not-to post :D</span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Whether a year will be a leap year or not, is not just an answer but has a lot more story to tell</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">As the earth travels in its orbit completely around the sun once each year it is also revolving approximately 365 times. But, as we reach that spot in the universe where the clock strikes mid-night on December 31, we are not quite as far along in the orbit as we should be.</span><span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Scientists have discovered that every four years or so we actually end up being about one day short of where we should be on our orbital path. Naturally, the best solution to get us caught up is to add an extra day to every fourth year. That's exactly what we do, and we add it to our shortest month, February. The years in which we add the extra day are known as Leap years. Normally February has 28 days, but on a leap year February has 29 days.</span><span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">If you wish to calculate when a leap year will occur you are fairly sure to get it right if the year is divisible by four. (1904, 1908, etc.)</span><span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">There's only one problem with this: We still don't end up exactly at the same spot in our orbit around the sun after a while because this method over-compensates for the error. To correct for this problem scientists have calculated that we need to "skip" a leap year every once-in-a-while. Every once-in-a-while is about every 100 years. So, at the turn of the century we normally skip a leap year to compensate. But, that tends to over-compensate, so, once every 400 years we DO NOT skip a leap year.</span><span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">If a centenial year is not divisible by four, there will be NO leap year that year. For instance, 1200 was a leap year, 1600 was a leap year, 1900 was NOT a leap year . . .</span><span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">The 400-year correction turns out to be another over-correction by just a few seconds. Therefore, whenever a millenium begins with an odd number (1000, 3000) scientists leave out an extra day and DO NOT make it a leap year.</span></span><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">But don't worry about it, as neither you nor I will be around in a century, or 400 years, much less the year 3,000 !</span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></span><br />
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</div>monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-10476841043967216292012-06-22T07:01:00.001-07:002012-10-15T21:47:27.112-07:00Beauty is first how it is shown and then how it is seen!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There was a time when I loved physics to an extent that I proudly claimed I would marry physics for the rest of my life. I am more of a philosophical individual than technical, and I love the way science connects to the world socially, spiritually and most importantly how it makes an honest attempt to understand it. But lately I have been loosing interest in science, not as a whole, but as a career. No matter how much you love something, staying happy is most important.. and if something you love isn't making you happy, its better to switch. I blame my perpetual loss of interest solely on the way it is being taught to us. Mugging up equations isn't life. Learning all register formats of a microprocessor doesn't motivate me to use it. Knowing how it can be used to create wonders does motivate me to mug up all register formats. Unfortunately the past three years of my so called engineering has only contributed to wastage of my capabilities.<br />
But my heart says.. something which has made your life so beautiful and interesting cannot be boring.<br />
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I came across an article on 'how electronics should be taught and perceived' discussing major problems that lies in the teaching system:<br />
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monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-53409457324583169262012-06-04T10:37:00.002-07:002012-06-13T02:11:00.237-07:00scriptophobia ?? are you kidding??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So its 4th of June 2012, I am working on a post,
exactly after 5 months 3days and 20 hours and 10 minutes determined to
publish it and not dump it again into the drafts like most of my other posts. I
have done this very often out of the fear of writing (Scriptophobia, they call it, lol :D). It was back in
class four when I first skipped by winter vacation work of writing an essay on
"winter holidays". Gossh !! an essay? I just can't do that.. this is
so boring.. and what will I write ?? all I love about winters is staying
under the quilt and never coming out.. how can I fill pages on this? My teacher
made me kneel down for two hours in the assembly hall after making several
attempts of making me write that essay and trust me, this was easier than
writing a whole essay :P Formal letters were just so easy to attempt in
exams, you know? short and sweet! I dozed off in most of my exams after
completing the whole paper but the essay :D resulting in a bad score in all my
English exams :D Writing had always been headache and even an article
seems to me like writing a whole library and that fear of not being good enough
always lingers, even today, it sometimes does! Am I that bad at
expression? certainly not! at least after the feedback I have
received from my friends who loved reading a few of my articles :) . You know
what? Writing is amazing. Its like an organised art.. it helps to organize your
thoughts and eventually your actions. It helps you cultivate patience and
develops you as a person. When you are over with one write up, it feels
amazing, you know why? Because you feel like a CREATOR. :) :) To all those who
are willing to write but feel something is holding them back just "start writing and stop
thinking." One myth about writing is that you need to have all thoughts
and ideas in place before you start with it. It is just not so. You will be
surprised to experience how ideas flow eventually to your fingertips once you
start writing. A little bit of editing and then a little more and you will see
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier; font-size: 10pt;">p.s:first post from iitb, so unrelated
to the place. :D</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier; font-size: 10pt;">p.s: i have tons of stuffs to share, making
it difficult to choose which one to share first :D</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier; font-size: 10pt;">p.s: song i am listening to - lol i ain't
listening to any now (pachhhkaaa !!!):P</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier; font-size: 10pt;">p.s: thanks giving:</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier; font-size: 10pt;">anurag for getting me started with this blog</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier; font-size: 10pt;">and raumali, chandu, dilip, shanky bhaiya,
pavan and all others for liking it and making me believe I can. :)</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-26424446415204356432012-01-01T04:11:00.000-08:002012-01-01T04:13:50.948-08:00So tough, yet so special !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The year which started with a heart-vs-brain chaos ended with the brilliance of lessons learnt and implemented, and I look forward to the coming year as a process of embedding it so deep into my soul that it just becomes my natural self. Six months of trauma and six months of recovery,<i> rebirth </i>is just the word, I can sum up this year into. Truly a rebirth, where I went on from being a i-could-never-understand-worldly-ways to world-is-how-you-see-it girl, a step rise from рдиреИрддрд┐рдХрддрд╛ рдХрд╛ рдкрде to рдзрд╛рд░реНрдорд┐рдХрддрд╛ рдХрд╛ рдкрде |<br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>The world is indeed so beautiful, if you respect and love whats near you ; "рдЬреЛ рдкрд╛рд╕ рд╣реИ, рд╡рд╣реА рдЦрд╝рд╛рд╕ рд╣реИ ". </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Reaching out for something, you don't believe you deserve is both sided unfair. Its not the existence of goals you don't deserve that keeps you away from it, but the absence of faith that you deserve it. Believing you deserve it, helps you put in your best and the rest is always in God's court :)</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Being patient, isn't lack of enthusiasm; its to keep going when the going is hard and slow. </li>
<li>Keep yourself in resonance with the conscience God has gifted you, it might mean sacrificing momentary pleasures but it will also mean achievement of purpose of your life. </li>
<li>Steve jobs said "We are here to put a dent in the universe, otherwise why even be here?" and I add "don't worry about how big your dent will be or should be, give your best, enjoy every moment of it and be happy that you did your part well, it will give you divine satisfaction and happiness."</li>
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With no regrets, and loads of love to all who made this year so special; knowingly or unknowingly, willing or unwillingly :) I bid 2011 a goodbye :) Hugs and kisses 2011 :)<br />
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And with all the warmth, a hearty welcome to 2012, which to is be the "monika-ko-sudharo aandolan II" :P. I wish the world comes out safe and secure next year, for extended adventures of life. love <3<br />
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HAPPY NEW YEAR :)<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">p.s: the song being played on the streets right now - <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Jaanlewa teri adaa,</span><wbr style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"></wbr><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">kaise no ho koi fida,</span><em style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">tera aang sharara</em><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"> jaise mare lishkara soniyeee .. i feel lyk dancing now :):)</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">p.s: will be back to college tomorrow, struck by mixed feelings.. had an awesome stay at home. love you papa-mummy. love you more than ever before :<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span></span></span></div>monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-33009140887999678152011-09-22T08:26:00.001-07:002011-09-22T08:35:37.245-07:00The dee dee tee of something<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div>Electric Field and Magnetic Field, the parents of Light .. gave this lovely child whose swiftness, the speed of 3x10^8 meters per second amazed us with its extent of absoluteness. Time travel comes as so much of an impossibility, but the weirdest of inventions by man has instilled the firm belief that 'everything is possible', and here we are in an era eagerly waiting for the most awaited invention, the time machine, to become a reality.<br />
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</div><div>And today a thought struck that<b> d/dt of something</b> silently whispers to us, 'hey believe me, its possible, just look a little deeper'. Did any one of us hear it? </div><div>The change in electric field with respect to time generates a magnetic flux meaning the magnetic field now in dependent on whether the electric field will change or not, implying its dependency on the value of electric field just after the present moment. This means the magnetic field, which we know now is the effect of some future value, something which has not yet occurred implying knowing that the present value of magnetic field lets us predict future, and changing its value can aid has change the future. Did you notice something?? Its kind of logically proved that fortune telling is completely scientific and that we control our future. Both contradictory notions comes true by a single logical equation.</div><div><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">p.s: this post is under construction .. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">p.s: this post is based on the assumption that in dE/dt, E= E(t+dt)-E(t).. cause it might also be that </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">E=E(t-dt)-E(t). If the latter is only valid then the above theory doesn't hold</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">p.s: listening to 'aeloji sanam hum aagaye' from andaz apna apna</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">p.s: i love aamir ;)</span></div><div><div></div></div></div></div>monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-40384801084216255652011-09-21T08:43:00.000-07:002011-09-22T06:28:58.941-07:00Love like youтАЩve never been hurt :):)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдХрд░рдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓реЛ рдХреА рдмреЗрдЪреИрдиреА ...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"> by Neha Singh</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">рддреВ рдирд╣реАрдВ рддреЛ рдореЗрд░рд╛ рджрд┐рд▓ рдЙрджрд╛рд╕ , </div><div style="text-align: left;">рдореБрдЭреЗ рддреЛ рд╣рд░ рдШрдбреА рд╣реИ рдмрд╕ рддреЗрд░реА рдЖрд╕ ;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">рдЪрд╛рд╣реВрдБ рддреБрдЭреЗ рд╣рд░ рдкрд▓ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рд╕рд╛рде |</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">рдР рдореЗрд░реА рдЕрдзреВрд░реА рдкреНрдпрд╛рд╕ ..</div><div style="text-align: left;">рдЕрдм рд╣реИ рдЧреБрдЬрд╛рд░рд┐рд╢ рддреБрдЭрд╕реЗ ,</div><div style="text-align: left;">рд░рд╣ рдЬрд╛ рддреВ рджрд┐рд▓ рдХреЗ рдЖрд╕ рдкрд╛рд╕..</div><div style="text-align: left;">рд╣рд░ рдкрд▓ рд╣рд░ рд╕рд╛рдБрд╕ |</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">рдмреЗрдЪреИрдирд┐рдпреЛ рдХрд╛ рд╣рд▓ ...</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">by Monika Agarwal </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">рдХреНрдпреЛрдВ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдЙрджрд╛рд╕реА рдХреА рд╡рдЬрд╣ рдмрддрд╛рдпреЗ рддреВ рдЙрд╕реЗ ,</div><div style="text-align: left;">рдЬреА рд▓реЗ рдЦреБрдж рдореЗрдВ, рдЬрд╝рд┐рдиреНрджрдЧреА рд╣рд╕реАрди рд╣реИ ;</div><div style="text-align: left;">рдЖрдВрд╕реБ рднреА рдЖрдпреЗ рдЖрдБрдЦреЛрдВ рдореИрдВ рддреЛ рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдл рдЦреБрд╕реА рдХреЗ ;</div><div style="text-align: left;">рдХрд┐ рдЦреНрд╡рд╛рдмреЛ рдореЗрдВ рднреА рдЙрд╕реЗ рддреЗрд░реА рдЦрд┐рд▓рдЦрд┐рд▓рд╛рд╣рдЯ рд╕реБрдирд╛рдЗрдП рджреЗ |</div><div style="text-align: left;">рди рдмрди рддреВ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд╕рд╛ рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдЬреБрджрд╛рдИ рдореЗрдВ ,</div><div style="text-align: left;">рдмрди рдЬрд╛ рддреВ рдмрд╣рддреА рдирджреА ..</div><div style="text-align: left;">рдХрд┐ рдЦреЛ рдЬрд╛рдпреЗ рд╡реЛ рддреЗрд░реА рд╣рд░ рдЕрдВрдЧрдбрд╝рд╛рдИ рдореЗрдВ |</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">p.s : people often say, where there is love, there is life... but i believe its also much the other way round.. and that where there is life, there is love.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">I had decided to reduce my frequent visits to the library and now it has been more than a week since I have been there. An idea to spend a few peaceful hours with myself, struck me this friday, and so at six in the evening, I headed towards the library with chandu.<br />
As I lifted up the pen to enter my name into the visitors list, I browsed my eyes through the register to check if it had his name enlisted. There were two entries of the same name, and I knew none of them was his. So he wasnтАЩt there inside, I concluded. By this time i was well versed with his handwriting. It would be just the first letter, then something and a тАШjтАЩ, as if italicized. I sat in the reading room, exactly where I saw him last with her ( I had no intention to do so, but realised it a little later). As usual, i spent my time using internet, searching and reading random stuffs on human behaviour. As i was going through wikiтАЩs definition of тАШpatienceтАЩ, something i have always lacked big time, largely a reason of my immaturity, the lights went off. I looked around, and it was all dark. all i could see were squares of brightness from laptops yet there was no luminance . And I thought, тАШinformation can provide you light but only wisdom can enlighten youтАЩ. I looked on my lappy again, back to reading downloaded stuffs. Soon after, me and chandu decided to head back to the hostel.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Back in hostel, I could feel the gloominess growing inside. Not again I said, thinking about the semester long gloominess I overcame with great effort. I decided to give its rise a stop by watching a movie. As I looked for my pendrive, i just could not find it anywhere. It was inside my bag, clear in my memory. Still, I searched for it everywhere and also asked some people about it. I might have left it in the library. It was 8:46 pm and I decided to run back to the library. Out of the hostel gate, I started walking faster on the wet road, just when I crossed the popular PMC mod near my department, to see something ..</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Close together they stood under one umbrella. She was shuffling stuffs from a packet he held open. I never thought this would happen so soon. Shocked yet composed, I walked past them. Shimmering rain of august, romantic moment for them indeed. He had come to drop her. And it all happened with her. I wish I could be more courageous, more open, more matured, more patient, more secretive, more sophisticated, less confused and more of a coder.</div><div class="MsoNormal">As i headed along the path, I turned my head a few degrees to get a hint if he was coming behind. I started running towards the library to vanish from his sight soon (or may be to come to his notice) in that half-lit darkness. I reached the library with the silhouette of them together stuck to my retina. I searched for my pendrive here and there and everywhere in the reading room but i couldnтАЩt find it anywhere. After asking the librarian to keep it safe in case he found it, I walked out of the library. It had started raining harder, as if to weep for me. I ran again, this time to save myself from the rain, stopped at the department for a second and then ran till I reached back the hostel, more concerned about that sight than about the drive. Browsing my hand in my bag, I was wondering about the greater loss I suffered today when my fingers felt the metallic cooling sensation. I held it tight and lifted it up. Here it was, my pendrive !</div><div class="MsoNormal">Was it GodтАЩs plan to show me reasons to move on !?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">p.s: yups! she is the same i-think-so-girlfriend with the think-so now volatized. :( </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">p.s: guys this is not as serious as it seems :D. Of course I can move on :)</span></div></div>monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101766341614926697.post-10448281991263401672011-07-09T12:50:00.000-07:002011-10-12T04:54:07.554-07:00what i cooked and how it looked !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">8th july 2011: dinner</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">cuisine: chinese</span></span><br />
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<b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Semolina Upma (sooji ka upma)</span></u></b><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Happy Cooking !! :)</span></div></div>monika agarwalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11951917552297995084noreply@blogger.com2