<?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-19307517</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:22:18.098+05:30</updated><category term='Entrepreneurs'/><category term='www.yomacha.com'/><category term='women'/><category term='technology'/><category term='ajitsimply.blogspot.com'/><category term='mr. right'/><category term='comment'/><category term='communication skills'/><category term='Young Entrepreneurs'/><category term='personal'/><category term='news'/><category term='company logo'/><category term='students'/><category term='learning curve solutions'/><category term='seminar'/><category term='dance practice'/><category term='random'/><category term='rajasthan'/><category term='experience'/><category term='mind-menace.blogspot.com'/><category term='Neeti'/><category term='Simplicity'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Raj'/><category term='n-tree solutions'/><category term='life'/><category term='Gen &quot;Y&quot;'/><category term='day'/><category term='reservation'/><category term='swati di'/><category term='sympathy'/><category term='interests'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='family'/><category term='writng'/><category term='discussions'/><category term='father&apos;s day'/><category term='e-marketing'/><category term='my ppl'/><category term='people around'/><category term='love'/><category term='training'/><category term='blasts'/><category term='empathy'/><category term='human'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Confused Spectator</title><subtitle type='html'>Confusing superficial ideas....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-2116812423967541765</id><published>2010-01-13T13:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:28:41.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strategic Changes....!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/S02YjKf_EyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LxqXgIZPxB0/s1600-h/strategy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/S02YjKf_EyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LxqXgIZPxB0/s320/strategy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426160855932670754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing said or done differently can change lives, a chessman, be it a soldier or any other chessman, it can change the entire direction of the game of Chess.. So do or moves and decisions or probably the Strategies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering new year began with certain strategic changes... with my decision of not being committed anymore to starting the new year with new plans. Though, the year still has certain glimpse of the last year trauma, but we are hopeful that things will be ok this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was just thinking and realized that not only us, but also has certain strategies for us, as we have such weird weather I have never seen in years. Its nothing but minimum temperature of 2.7degrees in Jaipur, which is unexpected and unbelievable and the kind of person I am, I can't resist it, as I hate winters, except the food part of the story... A lot of varieties in food is made in this season, and not only that you can also enjoy things like a cup of tea in the real sense. A lot more things to relish in this chilly winters. Though, that is not something I am looking forward to talk about, yet I believe it is natures strategy only to have a healthy and tasteful season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we talk about our strategy for the new year, then we haven't planned any thing yet, and our best strategy or principle is, "No plan is the best plan." And this principle works for us in the best possible way, we partied on the new year eve without planning about it. Working on certain projects without deciding about them. Though I forgot to mention the accident that I met with two days ago, obviously, I did not plan for it, and trust me nobody does. Who wants to meet with an accident, but yes, would like to thank god, that I did not get hurt a lot. Just a sprained wrist (right hand) and a small cut on the right side of the forehead. But I really am thankful, that it wasn't a crowded road, not many vehicles and people were there, otherwise, would have gone much long.....(this feeling still makes me scared, and I don't know how well will I be able to drive again....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, we were talking about the Strategic Changes, but don't think haven't discussed any.. still I believe having the feeling of strategies makes me nostalgic. It takes me back to the days when I used to follow certain strategies myself...but after a certain period of time I realized, that they don't work for me....what works for me, is, "Carpediem"....so that's what I am doing now, enjoying my present.... and yeah, one more thing I have just analysed. I do work on Logics now, I guess somebody will be happy reading this. Although, I am not very sure, as to, how long I will follow these logics or rules, etc. but they do exist, thats one thing I am very sure of, they do work like a strategy if used or implemented properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, finally the strategic changes are simply the routinized things that happens in ones life, hoping for the best ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios... :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-2116812423967541765?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/2116812423967541765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=2116812423967541765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/2116812423967541765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/2116812423967541765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2010/01/strategic-changes.html' title='Strategic Changes....!!!!!'/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/S02YjKf_EyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LxqXgIZPxB0/s72-c/strategy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-4685343663107845992</id><published>2009-12-31T01:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:03:22.852+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just being normal.....</title><content type='html'>Finally its the end of this year...2009....&lt;div&gt;don't know whether to regret about the things that have happened, or to be happy about them.... Can't explain the way this year has passed.....with a lot of good memories and bad too......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I am looking forward is a Good, Refreshing and Tension free 2010.....so that I can be Happy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to write...still thinking about the New Year Resolutions...but don't think, ll be able to take any....and any which way, I knw...the promises never retain...as they are meant to be broken.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the conclusion is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"NO PLAN IS THE BEST PLAN, AND NO RESOLUTION SEEMS TO BE A BEST RESOLUTION..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing all my friends and well wishers a happy and prosperous New Year......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy...!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the year has passed, hope all my worries and problems will also go away, forever.......as I am just trying to be NORMAL......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, what is happening to the people....and the website owners too.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newys, its not just about twitter, its about every other social networking website.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, I am not here to cry about it....but I just got shocked to see it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,thought to share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what say...!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-1795502557404018514?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1795502557404018514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=1795502557404018514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='n-tree solutions'/><title type='text'>Company Logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SabM0-LzcrI/AAAAAAAAALI/ne2zYPYVfns/s1600-h/ntree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SabM0-LzcrI/AAAAAAAAALI/ne2zYPYVfns/s320/ntree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307154421320479410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on company website, developing content, also made a logo for the same....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do comment...do let me know, what do you feel about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SabM0-LzcrI/AAAAAAAAALI/ne2zYPYVfns/s72-c/ntree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-6066158619076060994</id><published>2009-02-25T23:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:57:04.839+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swati di'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Finally..Somebody's getting married..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;It gives you such a good a feeling when you see someone happy....that too if the person is close to you....it seem to be the happiest moment....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;My heart cried with happiness when I got the news that she is getting married...after a long search....after going through a lot of pressure.....aisa nahi hai...that she is not qualified.....or not good looking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;She is pretty, she is an MBA...from a good family background...her sister is working at a good post with an MNC....she her self is working with a Media house...that too big one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;then why has she go through pressure or any kind of inconvenience....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;It is because our society is still filled with people...who think, girls are meant for nothing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;They are made to do household work....take care of kids...and obviously....studying and working is not their cup of tea.....But we always try to prove it wrong.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Our society is filled with such women..who have proved other wrong... they set an example for others....not only by taking care of the family but also..they are good at work as well...n I can assure you....among them..few are earning higher then the men in house....and they are famous too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Anyways, I am not here to talk about the society or anything of those sorts....but only the happiness...actually I should not say only...as it is a big relief not only for her family but for herself as well.....finally she has found her "Mr. Right"..Finally she is getting married on 28th Feb'09...the most memorable day of her life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;It's 25th Feb today...only 3 more days to go....And after that....she is getting married...I am so happy....she is the one....who has lived with her principles and ethics....has always done everything right.....never tried to do anything bad to others.....Finally, she has found her true love.....I am sure ahe will be happy with him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;But now..her search i over........the moment I am writing this blog....she is on her way to Rurkee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I wish her All the Best for the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-6066158619076060994?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/6066158619076060994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=6066158619076060994' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Suddenly while checking mails....I realized how important this month is gonna be......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; There is nothing to wonder and be surprised if I say..."All Set"...probably i am all set to go for all the training projects that have been streamlined for the month of Feb....and also all set to so many wedding as well....My cousin and brother are getting married on the same date which is 12th Feb......and then 2 friends getting married again on a same date on 27th Feb.....don't know what am I gonna do about it....Ahhh....just another reason to Chill out anyways.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got thru with one marriage last month......and now few more to go.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a little tensed about the projects and all....had an appointment today at an institute.....with a Demo Class....it was good...but now I believe it is not a very good month for training......all the schools and colleges have declared the dates for the Exams.....everyone seems to be busy with their tutions...but who cares...the Corporate houses are still open..And also I am working on an event......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a lot coming in the month of feb.....So, I am "ALL SET"........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-2517196749198104573?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/2517196749198104573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=2517196749198104573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/2517196749198104573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/2517196749198104573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-set.html' title='All Set....'/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-2090965521480875605</id><published>2008-12-07T11:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:00:43.670+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sympathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance practice'/><title type='text'>Monthly Update.... :)</title><content type='html'>Its Sunday today....after a long time..I have really got a chance to sit back and relax...Had a real hectic schedule at Jalandhar...Mannnnnn.....what kids..!!!!! Took almost four training batches for Airtel for First Source....taught them about Customer Services and a little about English....(Don't ask me how I managed, but then its ok)....Really realised the difference between Sympathy and Empathy.....but how many of us are most empathetic,this is another topic to debate on....&lt;br /&gt;Also, got traumatized by the blasts that happened in Mumbai....the other day, while discussing about it,with a friend, a thought came to our mind......that how those psychos managed to stop the entire country for almost three days.....they really have brains....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, doesn't make sense talking about it all the more,because I believe, if you can't do anything about any situation, its best not to crib about it as well.....anyways, here also there is one topic for discussion.....Empathy VS Sympathy.....(would like to know who one.....!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Rest don't remember,what else is there I can write about...but yaa......my cousin is finally getting married on 12th December,2008, and I am pretty excited about it, preparing dances as well.....(trust me I am not very good at it,but still managing to dance,because my mausi says,"Yeh hamari izzat ka sawaal hai...")&lt;br /&gt;And yaa.....I have fallen in love again.......&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh....I am getting late now...dance ki pratice ke liye.......&lt;br /&gt;So, see yaa....&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-2090965521480875605?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/2090965521480875605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=2090965521480875605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/2090965521480875605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/2090965521480875605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/12/monthly-update.html' title='Monthly Update.... :)'/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-1406112893615352669</id><published>2008-09-25T13:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:19:00.905+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seminar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning curve solutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neeti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>An experience, to be continued.......</title><content type='html'>At 10am Raj was stressed about the Seminar, he said,this is for the first time he is nervous about it. The reason was obvious, its was not a college, college.....Its was GyanDeep Mahavidyalaya....Going there was an experience in itself. About 15kms from Jaipur, it took us 45minutes to be there, with the kind of road, actually I should say the condition of the roads, that too at the NH-11...actually it was not exactly there but yes, a road parallel to it, towards Dausa...I am sure many people don't know about it, but people from Jaipur are much aware of the place and can imagine the kind of roads and place that is. Anyways, I don't want to talk about the roads because,we can't do much about it.. But about the college or so called Mahavidyalaya is one thing I really want to share with all. A college with just four room building....with black boards..actually it was looking more like a government school then a college. Anyways, I would like to leave this issue as well,because,again I can't do much about it,in fact I can't do anything about it. But yes, the actual experience started when we entered the place and saw students playing some ball game outside, in the heat...obviously when there are many people, or rather we are with our friends, its hardly matters about the weather, as I remember that,when I was in Chennai,me and my friend Akanksha used to chill out the entire day,and everyone is much aware of the weather in Chennai or places like Pondicherry....but anyways, back to the college were the students playing....in the name of the lecturers their were only two teachers there..Actually before we reached, a teacher of that college met with an accident,so the entire staff (I have no clue,as to how many teachers cum lecturers were there actually) went to the hospital,wherever this was hospitalized. Anyways, they managed to ask students to gather in a classroom (I thought it will a seminar hall, at least a hall,but it was a small class room,where they arranged the chairs for everyone) don't ask me about the total strength of the students, because that will be a reason for all to laugh, but it is all right with the kind of the place and the environment, even a few students can make a difference. So far so good, we were about to start the seminar, before that we decided that it will be a seminar in Hindi, as they will not be able to understand what we are saying if we will use English as a medium or language for coomunication... Ohhhh, before that,did I tell you the topic of the seminar was "English Language Communication cum Personality Development". Although we knew that its going to be baseless seminar which has nothing to do with Personality Development at least. So, we went inside the class, managed to settle ourselves and Raj started intereacted with people....trying to talk and interact in Hindi he was a little conscious, and its fine. He went ahead shared things with them and asked certain questions like, why are you studying??? What do you want to do in life? Some of the answers were funny, like...one of the students among them was there just for time pass, one said, because everybody else is studying so he decided that he will too go for it......&lt;br /&gt;By such answers anyone can expect the standard of the college and the students. Finally we managed to give 15minutes to such type of questions and unexpected answers, the moment we were about to begin the actual Topic, one of the officer from the Administration department came and informed us about the critical condition of the leady teacher who was in the hospital and requested us to wind-up the seminar. It wasn't enough....now see what he actually said to the students,he said all the sudents to gather on the raod, and asked the guys to carry stones with them and also ordered them to block on road and stop all the buses. He said that these kind of accidents can happen with anyone, so they are going to protest against it, and to do that, they will stop all the buses and might also break the glasses of the vehicles passing by...&lt;br /&gt;It just made us think about the kind of education that is being provided to those students, they can only head towards politics nothing else,that too bad politics. If the teachers are going to ask students to fight, who will the responsible for the kind of environment, that is getting created. I know, even its our responsibility to convince those students not to fight, but isn't it necessary for the lecturers there to make them understand that they have come to study and not to fight or take action and decision against whatever has happened. Trust me such things happen and we blame the police....now obviously the question occurs in my mind, as to why we blame others, aren't we responsible for the same.&lt;br /&gt;As always,no answer to these questions.....We moved from there and came back to our office with an experience which is still not over,as there were students who want us to be there once again and complete the session. Lets see whether we do it or not, but one thing for sure...that we realized, that people have potentials to do and achieve whatever they want to, they just need a proper guidance and good sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the experience is to be continued.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you Raj, I still don't want to go there again....&lt;br /&gt;:) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-1406112893615352669?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1406112893615352669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=1406112893615352669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1406112893615352669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1406112893615352669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/09/experience-to-be-continued.html' title='An experience, to be continued.......'/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-3678182911569684240</id><published>2008-09-23T15:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:33:46.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Too Random....</title><content type='html'>One week already gone.......and I am still struggling hard to update my blog...but man its really difficult.......wondering how to start or how towrite.....Dont know...what am I going todo.....&lt;br /&gt;newys........what a wella week this has been....its was monday yesterday....Boss told me on Saturday,......that we are closing very soon....thse ppl want us to work on diffrent projects....Don't know what kind of projects are these people talking about but its there.......anywys...week has already started.....Monday was the day we din't do anything and again today we ve not donwe anything so far.......just wondering how boring or interesting...I dont know so far..this week is gonna be....&lt;br /&gt;But this gave a point to think about as to......is this what I really want to do....but yeah...just thought of one thing...i always wanted to do...TRAINING....Mannnnn...!!!! its so interesting...I ve got people who pay to listen to what I want to say....random shit man.....sometimes it is...sometimes it is not.....but i dont care what people really have to say about it......&lt;br /&gt;but no doubt...........I am damn confused about the entire hell of the shit....&lt;br /&gt;See how many times I ve used this word....I am sure...people must be thinking as to Am i really normal or not.....but nothing like it...when I dont ve anything.....to do...i write....and what do i write even I get confused....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...please force me to write......so that...i can update my blog about my trip to Chennai.....Its was fun mannnnn...!!!!!!! really.....ultimate...whenver I check the images...I really enjoy every moment of it.........again.....&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely write about it soon.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this absolute random post......&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-3678182911569684240?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/3678182911569684240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=3678182911569684240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/3678182911569684240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/3678182911569684240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-random.html' title='Too Random....'/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-1697735935209592889</id><published>2008-09-01T18:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:00:18.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Unusual Experience..!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in an age,where at least in India, our parents are worried about marriages, And the whole exercise starts as we turn 20...At least that happens at our place..And it keeps on happening till the time they don't find a "Perfect" match for us....Mannnn....!!!!! Perfect sounds so imperfect....are they really a perfect matches...then why do we always end...checking out more then one person.....It becomes a matter of Soul mates then soul mate....&lt;br /&gt;And for surprise,this not only happens with a girl,but also for guys.....the moment they complete their studies....entire process starts with a bang....&lt;br /&gt;Discussing with friends and relatives......not only those people...but you will find parents discussing about the same with random people...and when it comes to marriage...these random people become child hood friends....Don't know what is so extra ordinary about it. Now the generation has changed..people are becoming independent,but still this one thing called "marriage" we are still dependent on our parents...or rather I should say...we are forced to be dependent on them....May be I do not belong to the same category,as my parents have given me enough freedom to choose my Life Partner....but it does not happens with everyone....&lt;br /&gt;Two examples form my home....&lt;br /&gt;Example First:&lt;br /&gt;My cousin (sister).....only a few months elder to me...has been forced to get married to any random guy for last 5years....Absolute random guys come to our place......eat, waste our time and then leave...and whats the result..a big "No"......reason.....nobody knows...and I am sure...even god will be blank if we will ask him.....&lt;br /&gt;Man....people at my place spent like anything...good food,good clothes......new curtains and this and that...Yaaaaiiikkksssss......!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't do much about it...&lt;br /&gt;Now another incident...actually it happened recently.....Another cousin (this time brother)....who is been forced to get married...because of family situations.....na na....family situations doesn't mean that they r not financially strong or something....but things and issues like Grand parents age and stuff.....all random shit...like how can you force anyone to get married when he or she is not prepared for it.... Anyways....Some other relative or some relative found a girl for him.......actually neither was he interested not ready for all the things... and parents and grand parents called them for lunch....man,can you imagine..the guy even didn't know the name of the girl..neither he checked out her picture...but was asked to take a final decision about his life with her...They came....checked our house...had food...talked random things....praised themselves....waise not only him....people from our side are nowhere lesser to them..so they also...shared extreme random things....and praises were going on and on and on and on......now imagine......was a real torture it was for the rest of the people like me...who had nothing to do with the entire so called "ceremony"...anyways, it came to an end...but jaate jaate...they invited us for the evening tea...to see and meet the girl.....like was that really required to call everyone...or what that really required for everyone to go....&lt;br /&gt;Anywys,we were not and can never be the decision makers....but then....ok leave it...anyways, we went to their place.....had loads of food...man can you imagine...hey kept on placing plates with things...throughout.....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...finally they asked the boy and girl to talk and understand each other....like in just two minutes they are going to tell eachother almost everything about themselves....but anyways....but our Indian culture says that its a tradition...god knows who believes in such traditions now...&lt;br /&gt;But anywys...they chatted....for an hour.....and during the session.....sometimes....from our side, or others side...people used to go to the room and disturb both of them....Man imagine that conversation was unending..they went for a drive and blah and blah and blah and blah.....&lt;br /&gt;it went on and on and on and on......&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hall I tell you the result as well.....&lt;br /&gt;Same as above.........&lt;br /&gt;No result.....&lt;br /&gt;As we say..No news is the best news.........so same was the case with the result,atleast for the people who were associated with the entire thign...."No result is the best result"....&lt;br /&gt;Even we went like random people....ate food....wasted time...and came back......&lt;br /&gt;But still, I don't understand.....do all these really required....man even i believe its all stupid and waste of time and money....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..people may not agree with me...but thats my personal statement or perspective toward things.....&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-1697735935209592889?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1697735935209592889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=1697735935209592889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1697735935209592889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1697735935209592889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/09/unusual-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-6736817751769167997</id><published>2008-07-21T13:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:54:32.746+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random Things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered...what happens when people ask you to do something specially.....Or to read or go through something....stupid..you don't feel like doing it at all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I am going through, the other day one of my Ibibo friend asked me to start writing about whatever I do in the entire day, or about my job profile which include E-marketing and Language Training. That night while going to bed I decided that for sure from tomorrow I will do that,at least start writing about anonymous thing, obviously thats what I want to do, get into writing...start writing whatever I can...and encourage immature writers like me to go ahead...and jot down whatever they have in their mind.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But already 3dayz has gone...ask me what have I done....I will say.."nothing"....just started another blog...something formal...Where I can write....about the professional things I do, anyways, If you feel like reading...what random stuff I write....you can check it here....I know,its not gonna interest you that much...but it includes what I really feel and think about almost everything in this world...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now I am sure ,when I said...I want to write about E-marketing thing and all.....you want to know what I do..well...I work...actually I try to work....people decide in the morning about all the things they plan to do in the day...but I plan almost one night before...and end up doing nothing....everyday...because I complete everything dreams...so, find it difficult to do the whole thing again...(in reality)....I know its funny....but that how I work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These days...I am reading too much to understand the Indo US Nuclear Deal(123 Agreement)..... Well, for sure...if I will be able to understand the whole story..I will definitely...let everyone know about it...&lt;/p&gt;Oh...How can I forget about the one thing....which..all should know....my ibibo friends writes very well......And this time he has promised me that he ll write something...or let me be clear and specific....that he will write a poem on me.....Ahhhhh......what a good feeling....I am sure..every girl wants someone to write a poem for them....and I have no question about,the testimonial thing that has been started was because,some girl might have asked her boyfriend to write something about her.....you see,we women are obsessed.....obsessed about ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I have been able to convince one of friend to start reading..and I will soon get a chance to read what he writes..interesting...I just can't wait for so many good things to happen..&lt;br /&gt;wondering....what is more important in life.....the random life we live or wasting almost everyday just to do something extra......atleast random things...bring more happiness...small things....might bring...big happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say or share....&lt;br /&gt;Will come up..with another random post again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbye...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-6736817751769167997?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/6736817751769167997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=6736817751769167997' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6736817751769167997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6736817751769167997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-6843061557923273642</id><published>2008-07-19T21:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:53:21.752+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SIIwnsYiylI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hqRE_C2VDyY/s1600-h/825837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224791976190331474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SIIwnsYiylI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hqRE_C2VDyY/s320/825837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;I want to fight.....Fight for myself...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;May be we all have the right to say and do whatever we want, but not necessarily we get it. But yeah, randomly we come across such people, from whom you get the positive vibes, an inspiration, a motivation to move on.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will not say that,I ve neva found such people in my life, but for last few dayz, I have seen, or rather realized that the number of people, who have been influencing my life have increased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Initially their were only few people, I considered as my mentor. But as I ve been interacting with loads of people, since June, it is a surprising fact, that I have encountered more and more people, who can bear me, my thoughts, my ideas, and almost anything and everything I try to do....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then somewhere down the line,I think one should walk alone, coz only then you realize about what is wrong and what is right. May be their are people, who will help you, or who want to listen to what you say but the best thing to do is to sit alone, have conversation with yourself, judge yourself, it is just another way to know yourself more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, randomly I had a conversation with a friend of mine, and the conclusion we can draw was more confusing and nonsense, may be each is too caring, too decisive but I still believe that no one has given the rights to take decision for others, for you or for me. Then why do they do that??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the random conversations usually leads us to a confusing situation, may be that a reason, we want to fight......fight for ourselves, fight for wisdom, and also end up fighting with ourselves.....may be people, ll find it stupid as to how can you with you...but trust me, its the easiest and the simplest thing anyone can do, without troubling others. That what we call self realization, some people realize it after committing something, some figure it out,just like that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now it my turn to realize thing...lets see how I come to a conclusion, that too...what it will be.Just praying for everything to be good and stable.&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :).....!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SIIwnsYiylI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hqRE_C2VDyY/s1600-h/825837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-6843061557923273642?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/6843061557923273642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=6843061557923273642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6843061557923273642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6843061557923273642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-to-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SIIwnsYiylI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hqRE_C2VDyY/s72-c/825837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-7659462938846544299</id><published>2008-07-16T14:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:59:18.393+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SH2-V0lHk6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/OPfKRMIt8_c/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SH2-V0lHk6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/OPfKRMIt8_c/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223540424920503202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sick Day, Bad Day....Still Don't know what to say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered what happens when....suddenly....things start happening in a wrong way....or each day you get an indication...that you are actually moving towards a wrong direction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahhhhhh......when we do something...we don't listen to others...we don't care what people say...or have an opinion about whatever we have been doing.....we just want to do it..anyhow....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....somebody has rightly said,"We learn from our mistakes" but I am just wondering...as to how many mistakes do we want to do in life so that we can learn...can't we use our minds at just one go...and sort things out....but no....human tendency.....is all about doing things, that others ask us not to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure...everybody remembers the story of Adam and Eve.....how the whole concept of life came in existence.....God said...don't eat that fruit......but...we humans.....why shall we listen to anyone...obviously we do,whatever we want to...and so, rest is the history...&lt;br /&gt;Same happened with me...people said....no, Neeti...don't go there...and don't do that......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maine kahaan mananaa tha&lt;/span&gt;.......I did,whatever i wanted to do....and people got a chance to screw things for me...and thats what they did.....No point in blaming them completely....because even i kept my eyes closed....now, I have opened them....ready to see things in a different way...may be it take some time to get things....back in action...but I have really learn  a lesson of my life.....that "Never trust anyone, without inquiring properly....and also realized the truth that...every good looking man is not always right/intelligent...."&lt;br /&gt;Ok,lets not get into the details......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets get back to work....!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Something good will happen again.....very soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXX :) :) :) :) :):) XXXXXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-7659462938846544299?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/7659462938846544299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=7659462938846544299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/7659462938846544299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/7659462938846544299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-day-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SH2-V0lHk6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/OPfKRMIt8_c/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-5608974977725278891</id><published>2008-06-20T23:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:12:33.909+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reservation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rajasthan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father&apos;s day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet Another Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Father's Day on last Sunday that is,15th June, 2008. Another reason to thank Dad for his care, support, sacrifice, and love. Actually for me,its difficult to differentiate among dad and mom,there is no comparison between them. I think I am close to both of them, whatever I can share with my mom, I cant share it with dad, and whatever I want to share with my Dad, can't share it with mom, and the rest, I usually share with my brother, Yash, who is caring, daring and possesive...I am feeling lucky, that I have caring people around me, and despite of being in twenties they pamper me like a small child. ahhem..ahhem...This chit chat is incomplete without a new member in my family, and that my "would be", Rohit. A "simple living, high thinking" guy, caring and loving, my inspiration and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these are the people who have the dare to listen to what I say. Actually the list is little long, it includes my Bossie "Aj"(my mentor,whom I trouble the most), Akanksha(my best buddy of all times,just love her), Aditya( cant stop fighting with him), Swati Di(best buddy to argue with), Akhil(well-wisher), Saurabh (who sits next to me, and can't do much about the fact, that I talk too much...hehehehhehe), and the list goes on and on and on..........&lt;br /&gt;And finally without striving, I've found few more people who are going to listen to me, including few those who come under the category of "No Skill, No Will".  I am sure people must be wondering, who are those unlucky ones, but never mind....they have paid to listen to what I have said, or I'll say. See its just a matter of time, everyone gets a chance to be lucky, now its my turn. I think things have started working out for me. And m sure thats a news for you.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh.....suddenly I realized, that the biggest news of the year(so far), and finally come to an end. The reservation stir, that had costed hundreds of lives in Rajasthan. For that matter, not only Rajasthan, but also the entire country has suffered because of it. Again,India has tolerated the agitated but irrelevent incident. But what we can make out with the result is that, it was a political stunt, being performed my our honorable Chief Minister. The CM wanted to play safe, and wants to be a strong contender for the same position in the next election. Some percent quota in OBC category has been given to the people, who managed to make the incident an issue of their right, but our people had really endured the matter with strength.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, may be these thing are not required to be discussed, because, we accept that we don't, atleast I don't have the courage to do anything against it. So, no point blaming others, because I believe in the concept"Charity begins at home".&lt;br /&gt;Well, too much of backbiting has been done about the Political News. So lets get back to, where we started.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with whatever I have, or I am expecting to get.. Glad about the fact that i have caring people around me, not only personally but professionally too.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your care and support..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, till the next post.......take care.&lt;br /&gt;Cyaaaa..   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-5608974977725278891?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/5608974977725278891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=5608974977725278891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/5608974977725278891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/5608974977725278891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/06/yet-another-reason-it-was-fathers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-1669609266173574825</id><published>2008-06-04T00:22:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:36:48.978+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SEWa6epkYnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RqgQFqzzIAU/s1600-h/my+love+my+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SEWa6epkYnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RqgQFqzzIAU/s320/my+love+my+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207738873574351474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Fear, My Enthusiasm, My Love, My Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday I spoke to him, and he shared his plan with me. What is he thinking about our marriage and all. These things have really made me excited, can't wait, can't control my feeling, my self...for that matter....Still have to wait for atleast 10months, for any further move. This wait seems to be unending,please somebody tell me..what has happened to me... =). It not for the first time he is staying away from me, he is already thr, in sydney, for almost 18months, but these rest of months seems to be perpetual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to god for the happiness and to rohit, who considered me to be a part of his life. I am not trying to be too orthodox about the whole issue, but am considering this thing, because he has not only saved me from being presented as a show piece in front of random people but has also given a relaxed feeling to my parents. Now they are not worried about anything, atleast the procedure of finding grooms is a big task,at least in India..And we all know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am not here to praise my self, or show to any kinda attitude to people,about the whole thing, coz I know what people usually think about it, only few days back,an incident happened with me. I was out with my brother,was having a good time, and incidently we started about rohit, bhai said that when he told his friends about my committment, he friends said that he is lucky, and my parents too...coz not every girls gets a chance to find life partners so easily..And I really felt confused, shall I be happy and proud for what ever the situation is,or unhappy, coz, thr are gals who every now and then, get into the whole process of presenting themselves in front of random people, try to be happy,even if they are not. This seems to be a rule, and all should adhere to it...There parents worried about their marriages and all.I really want to pray to the god, to help them, give them a support and love, love which is their right. Every daughter's right, right of every child, be it girl or a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, want to share my feeling about the wait, that I still have to do, I always ask him to come back as soon as possible. I know he is working their for me, want to come back for me, wants to spend his life with me. But whenever I come across people who are together, I always have a feeling of jealousy, at times I become scared about it, nerves too ask strangely,nervousness is what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a movie today, I am sure people must have seen it, some people liked it, some didn't. But my personal propound is,that people should watch the movie atleast once....Its "Vivah"..While watching, every moment I was thinking about chiya, who is actually we sweet, caring, nice, generous, loving, understanding, and the list is endless.. Was thinking about the whole thing, how things will be, when we will get married. And also, I would like to mention a little bit about a small incident I read about true love, How age can never decrease the love, It happens from the bottom of the heart, and heart can never be old, infact it becomes younger day by day, with the love, with the experience. And also helps us to be strong, be ourselves. (Atleast thats what I feel, I hope, I am not wrong..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while discussing about it with friends, makes me more worried and relaxed at the same time. Really feel like crying, but find it difficult, to understand myself, that I want to cry because  m happy, or because m worried....Confused......completely..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, CHIYA.......I LOVE YOU MORE THAN MYSELF........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I want to thank people around me,who have really helped me, supported me. My friends, my mentor, my people.........and wana say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let the love stay forever in everyone's life....!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen....... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-1669609266173574825?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1669609266173574825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=1669609266173574825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1669609266173574825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1669609266173574825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-fear-my-enthusiasm-my-love-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SEWa6epkYnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RqgQFqzzIAU/s72-c/my+love+my+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-1930777757588956557</id><published>2008-05-16T17:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:11:13.942+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entrepreneurs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SC1yuW3tJmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lKVEb-U--dE/s1600-h/yomacha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SC1yuW3tJmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lKVEb-U--dE/s320/yomacha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200939285421565538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yo Macha.......!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, there was a group of friends, who was simply chilling at a coffee shop, and randomly commenting on the passersby. While simply having a good time together, one of them came up with the idea to provide a platform to the people to rate friends, relatives and random people to rate based on their looks. Not only rating but also,a place where you can make new friends, meet strangers, have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Their idea was to provide all fun at one place, then started the whole process,what to do? Where to start from? All the analysis and the research was done, gradually as the process moved, struggle for the name started, after loads of findings ans hard work, we came with "YoMacha.com".. Wherein, Yo means Hi, and Macha means a friends. People liked the name, so the process moved further.&lt;br /&gt;On 17th March, 2008, this small group of people launched "&lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt;www.YoMacha.com&lt;/a&gt;", without flamboyance, with absolutely simple looks, basic features, and then started a little bit of marketing procedure. Among the team, one person found out the advertisement policy and related things. Also,everyone was working on promoting it as much as possible. We asked all our friends to check the portal, not only friends, random people, general crowd, was asked to check the website, and make their profiles, not only just make profiles and leave and also, check the website properly and help us to improve it. And people really came up with suggestions, more ideas, not only the new things to be added,but also to improve the existing portal.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after deciding the things to be added, after working on it for almost a moth on it, we are presenting to you, the all new "&lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt;www.YoMacha.com&lt;/a&gt;". With loads of new features not only rating pictures,but also, suggesting an accessory, flaunt your score, invite friends, make a comparative rating war, rate for a better team, a better blog, a better video or a better news coverage.&lt;br /&gt;So, people lets come forward to check this new "Young Entrepreneurial Venture", and make it a big success.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;Only on &lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt;www.YoMacha.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Rating.....!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-1930777757588956557?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1930777757588956557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=1930777757588956557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1930777757588956557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1930777757588956557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/05/yo-macha.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SC1yuW3tJmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lKVEb-U--dE/s72-c/yomacha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-266444085446019214</id><published>2008-05-14T13:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:43:28.449+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bandeh by Indian Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/oSD1dTdtK-Y' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/oSD1dTdtK-Y'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing Video, I am in love with this Group....Indian Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Must Watch......&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy..!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-266444085446019214?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/266444085446019214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=266444085446019214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/266444085446019214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/266444085446019214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/05/bandeh-by-indian-ocean.html' title='Bandeh by Indian Ocean'/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-6083182307315497764</id><published>2008-05-10T23:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:24:22.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SCXzqS7KM7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/EPI0Xsxsbjg/s1600-h/100_0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 258px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SCXzqS7KM7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/EPI0Xsxsbjg/s320/100_0288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198829252829131698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother's Day, yet another reason to thank mom......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sitting idle and was thinking of a topic to write.....Din't know what to write about,or where to start from...then suddenly I realised, why not write about the most influential lady of my life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Mother's Day tomorrow,that is on 11th May, 2008. And it is just an another day to thank our mom, not just for whteva for everything,but also because we are lucky enough,that we got a best friend, in the form of our mother.....god was very polite to us ,and obviously very happy with our deeds,that we have got such an amazing parents...&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you must be thinking,why m I writing us,instead of me....the only reason is...that for everyone..there parents are the best parents in the whole world......every mother is the bestest best mother on this earth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,I am just another lucky girl....who's got a best friend,an inspiration and motivation in the form of Mother. Mother being everything in one's life, the only one person on this earth, for whom "Impossible is Nothing", and also the line that fits is"Just Do it". A perfect person who knows how to manage 100 things together, not only us,also handles entire family. And not only a family also handle whatever is given to her,her home, her work, her daily tasks, her kids......almost everything..and that too without anything in return,all she wants is love,admiration...and time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,most of us,find it difficult to spend some time at home...but still despite the difficulty, whenva we feel low,we wnt our parents to be with us,specially mom....she understand you the most,may be in few case,dads are more understanding,but she is equally important.&lt;br /&gt;Even I have a special bonding with her,she is not only my mom,but also my companion, my friend, and my true mate....she understand everything,even if i dont tell her myself..She howz the best way to read anyone's face..she knows when i am hungry,when i wnt something, or may be when my sick or happy...not only this,she also knows what i do, where i go, and whom i meet.....In India, the person who knows everything,we call them "ANTERYAAMI", and thats what my mom is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, polite, gentle, caring, understanding, angelic, magnificent, true, etc etc etc....fren...the words are not just enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad and thank god, for giving such wonderful parents.....and also pray to make these people a part of me,in every birth...if that happens....&lt;br /&gt;I am sure..everyone will agree with me,and will simply go,and thank people around us for being there.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the World's Best Mom....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-6083182307315497764?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/6083182307315497764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=6083182307315497764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6083182307315497764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6083182307315497764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-yet-another-reason-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SCXzqS7KM7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/EPI0Xsxsbjg/s72-c/100_0288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-9179444721415027413</id><published>2008-05-01T14:55:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:12:05.810+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.yomacha.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ajitsimply.blogspot.com'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SBmZrk863XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AR8B15VV3EY/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SBmZrk863XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AR8B15VV3EY/s320/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195352619081194866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yo Macha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a while ago, our website "&lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt;www.yomacha.com&lt;/a&gt;" was doing pretty better,initially it had more than 100 visits, good number of unique visitors n all, but don't know, what is the real issue,the data has gone down now, I will not say,that I can't do anything for it,because at the moment I am the one responsible, doing as much Viral marketing I can do, sending scraps to enormous groups,different communities, i know for sure....but still finding it difficult to increase the number of hits per day, not only to women,but scraps are being sent to men as well.....as well....have posted on certain websites.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard a lot of link building,not only heard but also have read a lot about it,usually it is considered to b "easy way" to build the links between various websites, but for sure,initial progress rate is usually low....And m sure there is a real easy way to increase the traffic on the website. All these Search Engine Optimization (SEO), Link Building, Sand boxes, n all....seems to be big big words but trust me,they are not,though at the moment i am finding it little difficult to figure out how to get hold of them, but m working on it, trying to understand various things required, lets c how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SBmaHE863YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KOAab4pKfvM/s1600-h/images10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SBmaHE863YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KOAab4pKfvM/s320/images10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195353091527597442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, initially its a matter of time, gradually things grow,and when they grow,they grow at their own speed,without getting affected by the market strategies and plans. We can it fad, once it will become a fad, no one will be able to stop it,from growing.&lt;br /&gt;People are still working on it, not only in the terms of marketing but also,technically, PR and almost everything that is possible. At times i feel,its not all that great to be associated with the Big names, because then it becomes more difficult to make its own place....or to make a stand in the market....but what ever it may be,we know how to do what, though, saying is always easier then doing,but its not Impossible, things are difficult but there is nothing that could not be done, or we can't do, its just that,things take there own time to be at a place.&lt;br /&gt;And now,let me share a little about the portal, I am sharing problems about.....:)&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt;www.yomacha.com&lt;/a&gt;.....I am sure almost in every blog of mine,i have shared a bit about it... but can't help it, I have been associated with it,from the start, from the time,when it was just the idea......eeehhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;will not discuss about it,few things should be kept hidden...;)&lt;br /&gt;anyways,its a funky portal,at the moment we have limited features like rate people, get rated, flaunt your score, invite friends, share the link.....but soon we will have other options like, upload, rate and share videos, rating wars, message board and all.....and all these things are completely user generated.......People are also working on its looks, I am sure you are going to like it....&lt;br /&gt;Though, i am not through with my gossips and talks,but i think you people are getting bored of reading about yomacha......but trust me.....its good and interesting (don't worry m not forcing you to read my blogs, m talking about &lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt;YoMacha.com&lt;/a&gt;)........lolz...&lt;br /&gt;People know me,I can't change, if I've something in my mind.....i ensure,that everyone knows it........hehehehehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;People say,I am a chatter box, and absolutely perfect to spread the news, and make them Gossips......;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-9179444721415027413?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/9179444721415027413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=9179444721415027413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/9179444721415027413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/9179444721415027413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/05/yo-macha-quite-while-ago-our-website.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SBmZrk863XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AR8B15VV3EY/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-1160686878060649403</id><published>2008-04-26T21:06:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:48:30.442+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication skills'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SBNvx0863WI/AAAAAAAAAEc/akYdnTrvqTY/s1600-h/i-am-amazed_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SBNvx0863WI/AAAAAAAAAEc/akYdnTrvqTY/s320/i-am-amazed_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193617697106746722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interesting Discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never going to forget 26th April,2008, time 18:50hrs.&lt;br /&gt;After having a fun saturday,working for only few hours,then going out for drink with friends and colleagues and watching a movie(not gonna comment on the movie...coz it was real torture.....a pathetic movie with too long dialogues, infact irrelevant ones,unnecessary and completely maddening. How can Ajay Devgan write a story and how can they make such a terrible film, neva mind,still we Indians enjoy every kinda movies....WE ARE JUST FREAKS,AND WE CAN DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING,SPECIALLY THE IMPOSSIBLES... :)&lt;br /&gt;See i ve commented,that me...infact its about everyone.....we appraise, always critize but neva appreciate....its Indian nature,atleast that is what I feel.....)&lt;br /&gt;There is a very good joke on Indians....."Americans hate others, and we hate each other".&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not here to discuss about what we Indians are or what we are not...&lt;br /&gt;But to share an interesting discussion I had. While going back home from the movie, my activa stopped on the way, was looking around for help...as in if something could be done....then a man came to me,and asked me if he can help......i dint wanted to get into any discussion so dint say much.....but he really helped...and asked me if i want to see his institute.....I don't know why, but I thought to go and chek it.&lt;br /&gt;So i just went in, while moving ahead, heard someone teaching students about English Communication. And found two females sitting inside a room, may be they were waiting for the teacher to go, or atleast shall leave the class so that they can go, whateva it may be,its not my matter of concern,everyone does that.......so its ok.&lt;br /&gt;They asked me certain questions n all, and asked me to wait. At 7:05pm rather 1905hrs the director(the man who helped me) called me...as in I went to meet him only.......&lt;br /&gt;He asked me certain questions about me,as to what I want do ,and what am I doing currently,etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;And took an assessment....that assessment included basic grammar and words, their pronounciation and little bit of vocabulary. And then he gave me a feedback and also throughout the assessment he corrected me whreva required, asked me to read more, watch english programs and BBC/CNBC n all......I was really not happy....may be not satisfied,that he understood thr only...then started our random but interesting discussion..&lt;br /&gt;Discussion about what communication skill and english communication mean....about what they basically teach...what are all things I need to work on...etc etc etc......Actually in that discussion we not only discussed about communication skills,but aslo a lil about politics, variuos kind of students. Shared our thoughts about "Confidence" as a word and as a quality in people...also about different perception of people at various levels and various situations...the varience between people from differeny places, metros to cities........villages n all....&lt;br /&gt;I was really amazed with person's vocabulary and the way we had our discussion...he is such a patient man.I am impressed,that why the first thing i am doing is, writing a lil about the whole thing...&lt;br /&gt;Thats silly and shocking,but you know itz me........kuch nahi ho sakta mera.....&lt;br /&gt;But yaa.....that meeting was worth.....he gave me his card....and was a lil impressed with my inquisitiveness..........my confidence.......hehehehhehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;And he also said,that I can be a good Communication skills trainer,just need a lil polishing of my skills..........waise now i can think about it ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,a gr8 day yaa...........completely worth...atlst after such a deadening movie....&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-1160686878060649403?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1160686878060649403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=1160686878060649403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1160686878060649403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1160686878060649403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/04/interesting-discussion.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SBNvx0863WI/AAAAAAAAAEc/akYdnTrvqTY/s72-c/i-am-amazed_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-7697513577255853065</id><published>2008-04-24T01:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:45:47.787+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.yomacha.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Entrepreneurs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gen &quot;Y&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Young Entrepreneurial Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered, how does it feel when you have to wait for something you have been working for long. Or may be, have you ever thought that if you start something,you will end up waiting for it, for long....that too something like one and half month.&lt;/p&gt;Thats what we call a step to start a new entrepreneurial project.....You always be optimistic and sure,that everything will work out well, but then little later you start to realise that....thrz really a difference between what is said,and what is done.....&lt;br /&gt;Though people are lil skeptical about the idea,but we always tend to be calm, and patient, and confident too about the plan, the strategy ,basically about the whole concept.&lt;br /&gt;So, initially when the idea(we are working on) came into existence, the team was completely involved in it....we were thinking of it,eating with it,sleeping with it,going out with it.....etc,etc, etc...Even our personal life was also got influenced with it,and we started to use the termnologies and whteva thing was possible.&lt;br /&gt;And also everyone always end up spending hours in the office, searching for one BIG idea, reading hundreds of articles, checking out millions of website (I really pray to the god,that whateva we have read, should get used,wheneva possible).....&lt;br /&gt;And then finally was the day,when we launched it.....It was a big day for all of us, worked for it,and really got good response. IT WAS AN ANOTHER STEP FOR PEOPLE, BUT AN IMPORTANT STEP FOR US, for a team of 5people. (Which is going to b a team of 4 people,coz our entertainer, chiller, lousy yet smart, connected guy has got selected for Malaysian MC and is leaving for malaysia on 14th.....)&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the track and to the point m sure,which is not a very difficult task,but the only problem is.....that..eehhhhhhhhh......i just need to think...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,an example of getting affected by the idea and the project we r working on is....that I tried my hands on Corel......and also, have become a blogger.....(people beware......you can't escape from reading my blogs...coz usually i force people to read it,cant help it yaa......i am a lil obssessed with myself......hehehehhehe.....whateva!!!!!!) and a little while ago,I came across one of my friend's blog.....initially the title was different but now it has been changed. We have started writing abt other websites(bitching,basically what i call it), in simple terms everyone is multitasked now......&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we all are excited and damn sure...that whateva we are doing, we will be successful one day......that too very soon.....I know for sure,that it will be soon,coz i know that you our generation is lil impatient..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is a Gen Y with no commas and fulstops..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, we have kept our fingers crossed, and now when we have our people in form,we are gonna work well and make it Dynamic project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt;Macha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-7697513577255853065?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/7697513577255853065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=7697513577255853065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/7697513577255853065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/7697513577255853065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/04/young-entrepreneurial-project-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-2910587145576409126</id><published>2008-04-15T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:56:07.088+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.yomacha.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ajitsimply.blogspot.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind-menace.blogspot.com'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SATxxjDqJqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TDGVvss6W7o/s1600-h/yo+macha+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SATxxjDqJqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TDGVvss6W7o/s320/yo+macha+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189538504164124322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Now the Time has come!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more wait, no more time pass, no more random discussion over a cuppa coffee. The time has come,we ve been waiting for long......too long actually.....time to fulfill a dare dream, time to prove ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;Again the Gen "Y" is ready for the new challenges......A group of people average age 23, with immense pleasure announces the Launch of their Website.."&lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt;www.yomacha.com&lt;/a&gt;".....&lt;br /&gt;The launch is on 17th of April.....&lt;br /&gt;First step towards the journey.....journey to life...journey of dreams.....Endless.......&lt;br /&gt;And we are all set, little tensed, worried.......but all we say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Chahe mushkile kitni bhi aaye,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chahe toofan kitne bhi aaye...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hum main hain woh josh aur junoon...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hain woh jajba, ki jeetlenge jahaan ko..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People don't forget.....its:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt;www.yomacha.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-2910587145576409126?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/2910587145576409126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=2910587145576409126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/2910587145576409126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/2910587145576409126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-time-has-come-no-more-wait-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SATxxjDqJqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TDGVvss6W7o/s72-c/yo+macha+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-4969286372763365487</id><published>2008-04-14T22:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:18:47.562+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.yomacha.com'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yomacha.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 107px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SAOYrzDqJpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xwtjjjGf15U/s320/yomacha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189159073868293778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Finally, the day is about to come!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new era of young entrepreneurs, we are not only growing technically but also the growth in terms of money and other infrastructural requirements. So as the need of Social Networking has risen. And for that, too the various facilities have been provided now a day, by many telecom industries and related industries. They not only charge minimal amount but also, they provide us with good services and access to 1000s of other things. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But when it comes to Social networking, has become a fad these days. We really need to be little safe, there are millions of social networking sites available, and every second teens are coming up with one or the other entrepreneurial project. And obviously it has become an easiest and the simplest mode of making big money. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These social networking websites not only provides us, an opportunity to be in touch with our friends, option of finding friend is always there(thanks to them, I have managed to find a friend of mine, who was with me, when I was in 5th Class...amazing...m surprised, she recognized me, at the one go. M sure she has a very sharp memory, and her mom has fed her with loads of memory tonic n all......ehhhh......who is bothered) my point is, that they work, and they r really working for almost everyone....people, m sure you agree with me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And also because have become more and more conscious about their looks and also about their friends group. People who have got looks they flaunt it and others look for it. Because of the boom in the industry, the entire upcoming portals have options of rating, view profile, make friends, find friends, comments n all. So, we a group of people (average age of 23) have also come up with an idea of a funky rating portal, all you will do is to upload your picture and let others say. It provides you an easy going and a safe platform to rate people and act ostentatiously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And also, you can go ahead and rate others, share the link; send comments (message board) and “Flaunt your Score”. We have been trying to make it safe, as our key point is its safety, none of the save options work, no print screen could be done, no obscene or inappropriate picture will be allowed. &lt;b style=""&gt;And it’s simple&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It gives us immense pleasure to announce the launch of our portal on 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; April, so enjoy your time at&lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt;www.yomacha.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy rating!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PS: Any more suggestions and ideas are welcome, and appreciated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-4969286372763365487?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/4969286372763365487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=4969286372763365487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/4969286372763365487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/4969286372763365487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-day-is-about-to-come-in-new-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/SAOYrzDqJpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xwtjjjGf15U/s72-c/yomacha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-584316350501286346</id><published>2008-04-09T23:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-10T02:12:50.993+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simplicity'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_0o3y6tlkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3ZYggy-6QOI/s1600-h/ideology0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_0o3y6tlkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3ZYggy-6QOI/s320/ideology0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187347284826625602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ideology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters,events and the story picturised in my blog are true and real but are not intended to reflect the life of any individual or individuals. As these are the real incidences happened with me,would like to share my views on the same. As its resemblence to actual persons and real events is purely existent and genuine, I apologize for the scathe due to my conclusions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple Ideology&lt;/span&gt;......huhhhhhh....how can anyone's ideology be simple????? I just dont interpret or percieve things the way others do...and also no one can force me...&lt;br /&gt;Thats my way....&lt;br /&gt;And I ve simple example, to justify.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy wants to get some posters done, and the logo of his company too.... but he simply can't figure out how to relate it to its name...ve a different ideology,want to have togetherness, recreation with intellect....but not sure.....but thats not what others think....they ve percieved it in a different way, letz c wht conclusion do we cme up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl, an MBA, working for a good brand....earning decently good, and her parents want her to settle down. Even she thinks that her parents r right,but now here comes her ideology.&lt;br /&gt;She want to pursue MBA again, from a Top B school,so tht she can earn handsome salary... And also,she don't belves in the concept of Love marriage,or affair....blah blah blah.... dont like intercast thing happening. In the simple and general terms she is confused, and her ideology too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy had an arguement with his friends, for a reason that they can't decide anything in life...They are not disciplined...termed it as idiocy...And for that matter cme up with a conclusion that damn everyone is like that....Now his ideology is absolutely different and biased, it can be interpreted in so many different ways, and can be used against him as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While chatting, smeone asked me, How can i say that our generation(which i refered to Gen Y in my previous blog) is focused or determined? He thinks we are more spoilt and confused. Technically, the examples like, drunken nights in pubs and discos, exuberant sex life, driven by alcohol n cociane n stuff like that, interpret only one thing,that yes We are Spoilt,but not confused....Coz m sure,our generation knows wht we r doing,or whr we r heading too.....(may b i am an exception,coz i am really confused with things,but itz ok,coz the average of our population thinks the other way round).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_0pHC6tllI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZAmEZxhTabw/s1600-h/ideology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_0pHC6tllI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZAmEZxhTabw/s320/ideology.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187347546819630674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its difficult to relate the incidents,but the only thing i ve understood from all the above is....if Ideology is Simple,but its simple for you,not for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And by any chance, if its simple, for everyone else,then its not ideology,itz a myth....for sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its Irony...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-584316350501286346?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/584316350501286346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=584316350501286346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/584316350501286346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/584316350501286346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/04/ideology-disclaimer-charactersevents.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_0o3y6tlkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3ZYggy-6QOI/s72-c/ideology0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-1962702546640836581</id><published>2008-04-07T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:41:38.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_pxYqeY_fI/AAAAAAAAADk/zkjPzWCo97E/s1600-h/redsteps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_pxYqeY_fI/AAAAAAAAADk/zkjPzWCo97E/s320/redsteps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186582589403102706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Everything Will Be ok!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After devoting long hours, figuring out strategies of SEO (search engine optimization) page rank, online marketing, viral marketing, adsense, adword, etc etc etc........now we are waiting for our portal,&lt;a href="http://www.yomacha.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.yomacha.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, to get launched. The one thing, we have been doing for long.....is waiting...I don't know much about the technical side....but it seems as if it has really became a incumbrance for the tech guys.....so they handled it,lil brutally...and now finally have handed ova to us...(trust me,m serious about it,thrz no flamboyance)&lt;br /&gt;Now the whole thing will start agn,our own tech guy, ll be handling it...he ll be helping us,in adding certain things to it,etc etc etc...i shuldn't be discussing abt it,now coz itz still in the testing phase....so people,let it get launched....m sure we ll manage to make it,on the top of the list.&lt;br /&gt;But, deep within I am thinking about it,in a different prospective...I or me.....from a commerce background, worked with genpact fr three years(international call centre)....thn joined patrika.....was supposed to work fr event mngemnt team,but ended up working wid branding and business development part of it.....now doing Online marketing and web promotion thing.......for a new company,a joint venture.(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aj&lt;/span&gt;,thats what I ve understood so far about my profile,if thrz anythin incorrect or superfluous....please excuse me)&lt;br /&gt;Actually my only area of concern, is that what I am supposed to do.......I ve never been a marketing girl......never evn thought of it...for that matter.....i was just lucky,i got an opportunity to work wid patrika...&lt;br /&gt;But m confused(believe me,itz not taradiddle)......when it comes to deciding about what i shuld do,or what i shuld be doing.....i really dn't know...whom to ask....&lt;br /&gt;At times,i think,my dad's right,if i would ve done MBA,atlst i would ve got sme lakhs job,with big company name n all....but thr was smthin tht alwys stopped me frm going for it...i always wntd to do,smething of my own, I wantd to b an event manager,but dint go fr it....thn i joined genpact...but after 3yrs...i realised,tht it was nt my cup of tea...i know i realised it,lil late...but nw cn't help it...dn't wana regret abt it,coz atlst i ve learn't many things thr....atlst,one major thing is, Me....i changed alot,all the people who know me, that accept the fact....(but m still confused.....lolzzzzz.....)&lt;br /&gt;Whateva it may be now.....the only thing is,whteva I am doing i wnt to gve my 100%,and also,dont want to circumscribe myself, want to do and know,as much is possible.....&lt;br /&gt;M sure,my mentors are going to help me,in understanding not only personal matters but also business deals, for that matter overall business development........including branding,promotion, marketing(and also for training and develoment as well,how can forget about it).....and small small things like HR issues, inventory,paper work,etc etc etc.......&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything goes well for me.......in the coming future........atleast I wish to achieve something in life(people dnt ask me what that something is.....hehehhehehehe..but m sure I ll....)&lt;br /&gt;Itz just the time,who is playin wid me.....but,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know my day will come........and Everything will be Ok!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-1962702546640836581?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1962702546640836581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=1962702546640836581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1962702546640836581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1962702546640836581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/04/everything-will-be-ok-after-devoting.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_pxYqeY_fI/AAAAAAAAADk/zkjPzWCo97E/s72-c/redsteps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-5417475024695369308</id><published>2008-04-06T00:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:00:41.974+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my ppl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_p1O6eY_gI/AAAAAAAAADs/wA2OKmZmxQA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_p1O6eY_gI/AAAAAAAAADs/wA2OKmZmxQA/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186586819945889282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People Around Me!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Influenced me, helped me....my friends,my rivals.......my inspiration, motivation, my Life.&lt;br /&gt;(with few of them,i vn't spend much time,but they ve played an important role.......)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all....&lt;br /&gt;love yaa.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-5417475024695369308?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/5417475024695369308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=5417475024695369308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/5417475024695369308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/5417475024695369308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/04/people-around-me-influenced-me-helped.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_p1O6eY_gI/AAAAAAAAADs/wA2OKmZmxQA/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-1465588406068547314</id><published>2008-04-03T23:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:56:27.001+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gen &quot;Y&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_aAiKeY_eI/AAAAAAAAADc/941575nSt4g/s1600-h/Progression.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_aAiKeY_eI/AAAAAAAAADc/941575nSt4g/s320/Progression.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185473345379433954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Act of Progression: Generation "Y"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generation Y is poised to make a huge impact on society in the future. It is quickly developing its own flair and character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the world is moving forward, so are we progressing. But don't know, why we Indians always end up working a li'l extra then others.  That too our upcoming generation wants to achieve everything in a short span of time. And why short span of time? Coz we don't want to waste our lives in doing a little,always wanting to do more and DO BIG is our motto of life.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to achievement, we believe in "IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING"..&lt;br /&gt;And we confide on "JUST DO IT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ginormous enthusiasm, our generation have is remarkable, and commendable.&lt;br /&gt;But is that really we should do, or is this the way we should be?? I would like to make a few "serious" overall comments though. Every generation has a name: There was the Greatest Generation, Generation X, and so on. I think our upcoming generation, if they are not called Generation Facebook, will instead be known as the Generation That Could Not Use Commas. Everything goes on and on and on, without any comma or full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Act of Progression is taking us away from the reality, away from society. It has nothing to do with family culture or relationships. We just believe in success, at any cost. We even don't have time to gambol,or catch up with friends...and these latest technologies are providing us with an alternate source, that too, the cost we have to pay is minimal at the moment,but am sure we will end up paying our lives for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever it may be, we know what we want to do. We have made our goals clear. Generation Y, like other generations, is shaped by the events, leaders, developments and trends of its time, and reputation for being peer oriented and for seeking instant gratification.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-1465588406068547314?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1465588406068547314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=1465588406068547314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1465588406068547314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1465588406068547314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/04/act-of-progression-generation-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_aAiKeY_eI/AAAAAAAAADc/941575nSt4g/s72-c/Progression.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-6007480744447388585</id><published>2008-04-01T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T01:30:27.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_KTJqeY_cI/AAAAAAAAADM/kVQQhVY4MDo/s1600-h/rohit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_KTJqeY_cI/AAAAAAAAADM/kVQQhVY4MDo/s320/rohit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184367915286724034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Excogitation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual don't know how to start today's blog. Actually its already 12:03am now,so its yesterday's blog,not today's, but anyways, just wanted to write something....&lt;br /&gt;Now again there is one more confusion as to,what shall I write about today......things we did in the offce...or the time we spent at Mr. Beans (a coffee cafe)...or what am I thinking or feeling today...&lt;br /&gt;Better I should cover all the things,one by one....see I have got a chance to bore and irritate you people as much as I can....but please don't blame it,you yourself have chosen to read what I write or whateva I have written....hehehehehhehehe. And also don't come to beat me for this random stuff...coz my life has become random....usually there simply mood swing kinda things happens.....AND TODAY FOR A CHANGE I AM FEELING GOOD, HAPPY AND INNOVATIVE BUT LITTLE DESTRUCTIVE.......now again don't ask me..how can I feel so many things altogether....itz me yaa.......I can do anything and everything....and if you wana compete...toh aa jao maidaan main.....ho jaaye samanaa......lolzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets not get into quarrel things,and  with the good note that the weather for last 2days has been rocking,and you know what itz still raining heavily, and it gives such an energetic feeling....may be everyone will think,that 'how anyone can feel energetic at 12:30am?',but itz me.....again,anything and everything is possible.....hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;So.........we have been enjoying the weather,today toh we all went to Mr. Beans (thanks to Vandy,she took me thru a new way....pataa nahi kya tha....bas straight straight straight....lolzzz,and finally we reached there SAFE) and after reaching there my brain actually started to work(now again thats usual,because when I am out of my regular schedule thing,I really feel different) just felt like arguing with someone.....better i should mention that i was literally in a mood to fight with someone.....obviously not boxing kinda thing...but just words fight.....but dint do anything of that sort obviously,otherwise m sure beans' people would have kicked me out of the the place...neither I was interested in spoiling my so called "being simple" image.....and now m sure..people who know me...are deffinately going to comment on this statement....and I am ready for it.... :)&lt;br /&gt;So,had 2 cafe lattes there.....discussed about all usual things,called Tina(actually her name is Padmasana Kothari,one of the directors of Rajasthan Patrika group, and also she is an Ex-AIESECer) and there were four more people...actually can't tell much about them,coz even I don't know....but one thing I know for sure, is that, they all are AIESECers....&lt;br /&gt;the reason is that Ajit( my boss), Vandy and Jai have been associated with AIESEC, and I am the only one left out(but not completely,even I did joined it,but thanks to my people at home,they dint liked my idea of getting associated with anythin,any organisation at that time,so I left it in just one day)...eh..So after having random conversations(not all,coz we even discussed a bit about advertisement thing with Tina for our upcoming website,&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;YOMACHA.COM&lt;/a&gt;),coffees and few phone calls, I left the place, and rushed towards home,where as usual my mom was waiting for me,to share her daily ke kisse........and as I was feeling like arguing with someone,finally ended contending with her.......even spoke to dad........AND ALSO TROUBLED AJIT,called him up and spoke to him for 25minutes........discussed about SEO, google algorithm, page ranks,etc,etc,etc.....&lt;br /&gt;After that "an idea" clicked in my mind.....and I excogitated of making a presentation......naa naa....I am not going to tell you the idea,let me do it,let me finish my presentation,then i will share......&lt;br /&gt;And finally at 12,I made up my mind to write my blog.....and c,thats what I have come up with..&lt;br /&gt;and now......bbye for the day......... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hey people....listen,did I tell you about my Chiya's new pic.......amazing......he is a dude....he is my inspiration,my life......he is my "would be" husband......Actually itz his picture, I have added with this blog.....see I am so obssessed......lolzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now,finally.....m sighing off for the day......c yaa.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-6007480744447388585?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/6007480744447388585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=6007480744447388585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6007480744447388585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6007480744447388585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/04/excogitation-as-usual-dont-know-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_KTJqeY_cI/AAAAAAAAADM/kVQQhVY4MDo/s72-c/rohit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-6317759231742110401</id><published>2008-03-31T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:56:22.574+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_EuR6eY_bI/AAAAAAAAADE/qDAUronSIjQ/s1600-h/440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_EuR6eY_bI/AAAAAAAAADE/qDAUronSIjQ/s320/440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183975531369528754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;31st March,2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what to write about today.......&lt;br /&gt;it not matter of me being short with the topics,but m just a lil confused,with what to write about...&lt;br /&gt;about the day,good weather, rain.......or about the dinner i had with one of my old friend,actually we met after almost an year....and he is a big guy....an industrialist, who has jumped into 6new ventures,including resort thing n all.........and his company this yr,has shown 116% growth.....wowowwwwww....thats too much..&lt;br /&gt;who use to be little more chilled out,but now have become serious....alwys busy with meetings and all.....even we were supposed to meet in the evening at 5....but weather was so good,that we met at 7...it was raining heavily,yaaa......then as usual,he asked me where to go,i dont understnd,why can't people just choose a place themselves......they alwys say........that for sure..i can suggest a better place........do i look like a directory or something..... anywys,itz good,atlst that ways,i go to place of my choice.....hehehehehehe...n eat and drink,whteva i want to......i really enjoy that.....finally went fr a coffee.....schmoozed.....then went for a veggie dinner......i don't understnd,why ppl dont like non veg......i toh,just can't live without it......lolllzzzzz...n at last came back home by 10.....&lt;br /&gt;anywys,as it wasn't a date........and nothin exciting happenend so no point in writing random stuff........(but m sure,when my friend is gonna read this......he ll deffinately gonna becme stromy,2 reasons behind it,one,i ve written about such a general thing.....secondly,that too, i ve not written it properly....actually ve missed out...everything that we discussed about.....heheheehheheheehhehehehhehehe)&lt;br /&gt;waise i m thinking to give this a heading...A Random Incident,in the Evening Time...eh.&lt;br /&gt;Hey people,what do i really wanted to share??????????? Forget it yaa,now even i dont remem....&lt;br /&gt;day by day...as i m growing old or because of the workload(which m sure,if aj ll read,he ll ensure that i m working really hard,for atlst nxt few days.....so i ll prefer blaming my age).......m also loosing memory......atlst at this time....i dont remem anything....may be next i ll ve smethin to share,something more interesting n funky,or may be i should write about the curious incident of the dog in the night time,lolz....i ll share it with everyone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,all of you,who are actually wasting time reading my blog.......please be ready for kinda pranks,itz 1st april now...........&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-6317759231742110401?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/6317759231742110401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=6317759231742110401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6317759231742110401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6317759231742110401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/03/31st-march2008-dont-know-what-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R_EuR6eY_bI/AAAAAAAAADE/qDAUronSIjQ/s72-c/440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-4977088612410750167</id><published>2008-03-30T19:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:01:50.779+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R--zSqeY_WI/AAAAAAAAACM/aGjMBKWU1Ns/s1600-h/interracial-dating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R--zSqeY_WI/AAAAAAAAACM/aGjMBKWU1Ns/s320/interracial-dating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183558829347503458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th March,2008,&lt;br /&gt;Place: Jawahar Kala Kendra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6:15pm, I reached Jawahar Kala Kendra, we call it JKK. Parked my active,and looked around,somebody was suppose to come,or be there with a "Yellow Rose" in his hand, waise toh I knew that guy pehle se,but as it was our first formal date,he asked me, "tum mujhe pehchaanogi kaise?" I said,"pehchaan lungi.....",then he said,that he ll bring a yellow rose with him, and asked me to bring a white one wid me.....I sd no,dont worry, I ll be able to recognise you....thats so dumbstruck&lt;br /&gt;anywys,while looking around I called him,he sd,look back,i did,then he sd can u see that guy across the road in red shirt.....I was floored, he sd towards ur left,n frankly speaking I dint c anyone thr, but no bother.&lt;br /&gt;Then finally after waiting for like 5mins,he came and we went inside JKK,thr was also Craft Bazaar going on towards it right.&lt;br /&gt;So finally we went in,settled down at a corner seat,where the fan was also not working,but as it was almost full,so just got that place to sit.....&lt;br /&gt;and then begun our date,asking about each other,how am I,and ssup n all...&lt;br /&gt;discussed almost everythin we can possibly do including howz my work going, and howz my BOSS,ajit..and also about my previous boss, and my previous company n all...&lt;br /&gt;aslo discussed about relationships n all....as in,how good i am at it,and tuning with people around me...obviously how he is,when he ll be getting married n all,about his nature n all random stuff...&lt;br /&gt;thats what usually happenz yaa....(it isin't funny, m serious)...&lt;br /&gt;After being for an hour,we realised that now we shuld go home,actually i was getting late....so while leaving,went to the counter,and asked for the bill.......I WAS SHOCKED WHEN I CAME TO KNOW ABOUT THE BILL.........THE DATE COST US "HELL",'24RUPEES'......my gawd......&lt;br /&gt;How can it be,atlst i can't believe it!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But itz true....amazing isin't it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just loved the date yaa.......thanks to my friend....&lt;br /&gt;came out, fagged,and finally left for home....&lt;br /&gt;people trust me,m not joking,but itz a true incident, about an ultimate date, I had...........&lt;br /&gt;An Ultimate Date,that too the cheapest I ve eva gone for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c yaaa......with something new......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-4977088612410750167?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/4977088612410750167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=4977088612410750167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/4977088612410750167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/4977088612410750167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/03/30th-march2008-place-jawahar-kala.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R--zSqeY_WI/AAAAAAAAACM/aGjMBKWU1Ns/s72-c/interracial-dating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-6585407507821135019</id><published>2008-03-30T01:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:27:20.838+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/I85-sAm7B2Y" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/I85-sAm7B2Y" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;while sitting and listening to music......came across a song......dont know why they ve made it.. it was so irksome to even hear it once....damn draggy,atleast for me.&lt;br /&gt;Itz by paakistani singer...Call...and the song is Kaash.....&lt;br /&gt;Just chek out,may be you ll have some different perception about it....coz one of my friends suggested it,he sd it nice...lolzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-6585407507821135019?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/6585407507821135019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=6585407507821135019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6585407507821135019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/6585407507821135019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/03/kaash-live-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-497220391748767129</id><published>2008-03-28T11:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:01:39.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R-6Y0qeY_VI/AAAAAAAAACE/gPH8ohmblJI/s1600-h/Random_Cartoons_Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R-6Y0qeY_VI/AAAAAAAAACE/gPH8ohmblJI/s320/Random_Cartoons_Logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183248251672395090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling demented....people who know me,they say there is nothin new to it....I am alwys crazy n mad, actually insane...and also they say i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;talkitive&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think, m i really like that or, i try to be smething else,just pretendin to b different me...I still remember whn i came to jaipur, i just had one aim...that i ve to go back to delhi...dont wana stay here,wanted to be with my friends,and dont knw,but thr was smthin i never liked about this place(dont ask me now about it,coz even i dnt remember what was that....)(sigh!)...but dnt knw what happened...m still here....now dont wana leave this place.....&lt;br /&gt;thrz smthin that is withholding me....the reson could be the people i ve met,or the things i ve done so far...may be they were of no or very small relevance..but still i wana count those....atlst meeting people is somethin i wana count...&lt;br /&gt;Learnt alot from them....may be nothin professional,but did learn about life,how to survive...how to be happy,even when you are really not. Hw to be someone else,despite of being what you are,n all other random affairs.&lt;br /&gt;May be,itz a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;Now again after such a long  time,again i am going through the same phase of deciding what to do in life....but yeah,there is one thing for sure.......&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for something big to happen so that i can braggart and also can rule the macrocosm.....&lt;br /&gt;I can feel some positve vibes around me.....or...may be i want to feel like that,but whateva it is...i am happy and alwys want to b happy....for that matter,even want people around me to be happy....&lt;br /&gt;waise toh this not practically possible.....coz i can't hold myself when it comes to irritating people....I dont know when i ve become like that...but now i enjoy it....and also...i talk too much....completely philosophical i ve become......can give gyan to anyone and everyone,about anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling little nasty about being so random, can't figure out abhi.....what will do next.....&lt;br /&gt;now that too much about me......that too random...&lt;br /&gt;but people,dont worry...very soon ll come up with something interesting.......for sure.&lt;br /&gt;may be sme good issue, good people.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-497220391748767129?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/497220391748767129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=497220391748767129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/497220391748767129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/497220391748767129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-feeling-demented.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/R-6Y0qeY_VI/AAAAAAAAACE/gPH8ohmblJI/s72-c/Random_Cartoons_Logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-1688616356304535782</id><published>2008-03-20T08:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:11:53.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Women- Splendiferous"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women" is a splendid issue....I don't understand why do people talk about it when they don't know women? No one actually understands "Women", its just the superficial act of the society to fight against the authorisation of certain rights.&lt;br /&gt;According to dictionaries Women is a female person who plays a significant role (wife or mistress or girlfriend) in the life of a particular man, or according to wikipedia, it is referred as a female &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human" title="Human"&gt;human&lt;/a&gt;. The term &lt;i&gt;woman&lt;/i&gt; (irregular plural: &lt;i&gt;women&lt;/i&gt;) usually is used for an adult, with the term &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girl" title="Girl"&gt;girl&lt;/a&gt; being the usual term for a female child or adolescent. However, the term &lt;i&gt;woman&lt;/i&gt; is also sometimes used to identify a female human, regardless of age, as in phrases such as "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women%27s_rights" title="Women's rights"&gt;Women's rights&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;But, if really come to think of the fact,atleast in India, is this an exact meaning of the word.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear or think of women,the first person comes to my mind is my mother, scientifically she is a female human, but is that the only relevant definition, mother is a significant role player in everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we only talk about Mother Teresa or Indira Gandhi, Sonia Gandhi or Indra Nooyi, every women around us has a significance. I think,and I strongly believe that my mother can compete anyone. Infact I truely believe that women are uncomparable, revived and revitalising. A smile, and things are sorted.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wana make things complicated for anyone...but want to say one thing..&lt;br /&gt;for sure.....itz the easiest thing to understnd a women...u just need to b a little patient.....n caring..And also they can do anything in life....they just need to decide....and that thing will be done.&lt;br /&gt;A wide concept,but the most simple thing in the world is "Women".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-1688616356304535782?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/1688616356304535782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=1688616356304535782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1688616356304535782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/1688616356304535782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2008/03/women-splendiferous-women-is-splendid.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307517.post-115986879722419252</id><published>2006-10-03T15:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:16:37.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/1908/1600/258523477_4d0cb656b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6140/1908/320/258523477_4d0cb656b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Story of Gandhi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a boy. His name was Mohan. He was studying in a school at Rajkot. He was not bright at studies, but was very fond of reading.Once he read the story of Shravana. Shravana used to carry his old and blind parents in two baskets slung on a bamboo yoke. Mohan was deeply touched by his devotion to his old parents. He resolved to be like Shravana and serve his parents.Once Mohan saw a play depicting the life of King Harishchandra, who lost his kingdom and suffered much for truth. Mohan was so deeply moved by this play that he was in tears. He decided never to swerve from the path of truth and be ever truthful and honest like Harishchandra.In his childhood the young Gandhi was very timid. He feared to step in darkness, even in his own house. He feared ghosts and thieves and snakes. Rambha was a maid servant in his house. Once she said to Mohan: `Why are you so much fearful? Remember Rama! Rama will always protect you. Fear never encounters him who remembers Rama.'Mohan was deeply impressed by these words. He took to reciting the name of Rama. His faith in Rama increased as he grew up. He remembered God and dedicated all his work to him. When he died his last words were `He Rama!'Mohan's father, Karamchand Gandhi, was popularly known as Kaba Gandhi. In early years, he was the Diwan of Porbandar, and after that he became the Diwan of Rajkot. During his stay in Rajkot, his Parsee and Muslim friends often visited his house and discussed the good in their religions. Young Mohan, who quite often sat by father's side, heard these discussions. These debates created in him a real love for all religions.Once the Inspector of schools came to visit his school. He wanted to test the boys, so he dictated a few English words to the boys. Mohan could not spell one of the words correctly. His teacher prompted him to copy that word from his neighbour's slate, but Mohan didn't. He did not like to cheat anybody, come what may. The result was that all the students except Mohan, spelt all the words correctly. The teacher scolded Mohan after the class and Mohan felt wounded. But deep inside him he knew that what he had done was right.Mohan's full name is Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. He was born in Porbandar, on the sea-coast of Saurashtra, on October 2, 1869. He did many great things when he grew up. Throughout the world he is now known as Mahatma Gandhi. He led us Indians to the non-violent fight for freedom and finally lay down his life for our sake. He ranks among the greatest teachers of all time like Buddha and Christ. He is the Father of our Nation. Every year, his birthday is celebrated throughout the world.In those days, India was under the British rule. Once a boy told Mohan: `Do you know why the British are so strong and why they can rule over us? It is because they eat meat. If we become meat-eaters, like them, we will be able to drive them out.'Mohan was convinced by this argument. But everybody in Mohan's house was strictly vegetarian, so he tried meat-eating outside. He did not disclose this secret to anybody, yet he was averse to telling a lie and deceiving the parents, so finally he decided not to touch meat again.Mohan was taken to smoking also. For this he had to steal money and to incur debt. When the debt increased, he stole a piece of gold from one of the gold-bracelets that his brother wore and paid off the debt.But soon after that, his heart was filled with remorse. He resolved never to steal again. He wrote down a confession of his crime on a piece of paper and put it in the hands of his father who was then sick.The father read the letter and without uttering a word, tore up the paper with a deep sigh.Mohan was deeply grieved. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He saw the power of truth. From that day, telling the truth became a passion with him. He loved his father more and more. He massaged his legs and served him in all possible ways.But his father did not live long. He died when Mohan was only sixteen.After passing his Matriculation examination, Gandhiji joined a college for further study, but his eldest brother decided to send him to England to become a barrister.Now, Mother Putlibai asked Mohan to take a vow not to eat meat, not to drink and not to live an immoral life, Gandhiji took this vow, and boarded a steamer for England.He arrived in London in October, 1888. At first, he had to face numerous handicaps. He almost starved until he found a good vegetarian restaurant. He learned Latin and French too, and finally passed his law examination. Now he was a barrister.Then he returned to India. He was anxious to meet his mother and tell her that he had kept his vows in England. But as soon as he landed in Bombay, he heard that his mother had passed away only a few weeks ago! It was a terrible shock, yet he restrained himself.Now Gandhiji started practice as a lawyer in Rajkot. After some time, an offer came to him to go to South Africa as a legal adviser to an Indian firm owned by a Gujarati Muslim businessman there. Gandhiji accepted the offer and in May 1893, he went to Natal in South Africa.In South Africa, Indians were ill-treated and disgraced. They were called `Coolies'. Very soon Gandhiji too had his share of this experience. He was travelling in a train to Pretoria, in a first class compartment. On the way, a European passenger entered the compartment and found Gandhiji in it. He complained to the station master: `Take this coolie out and put him in a lower class!'. Gandhiji raised an objection that he had a first class ticket, but nobody heard him. A policeman pushed him out with his bag and baggage. The train left. Gandhiji spent the night shivering in cold, but he did not touch his luggage.This incident changed the whole course of his life. He decided to fight all such injustices with the weapon of Truth. Later on, he named this weapon Satyagraha.More trouble was still in store for him. Next morning, he went to Charlestown by train. He had now to travel by a stage-coach to Johannesburg, but he was not allowed to sit inside the coach with white passengers. To avoid confrontation Gandhiji sat outside on the coach-box behind the coachman. After some time the conductor asked him to sit on a dirty sack on the step below. Gandhiji refused. The conductor began to pull him down and give him blows upon blows. Some of the passengers now came to his rescue and Gandhiji was allowed to sit where he was.These experiences inspired him to do something to end these sufferings of Indians. He called a meeting of the Indians in Pretoria and told them to form a league. This was his first public speech. It caused a new awakening among Indians.Gandhiji settled out of court the case for which he had gone to South Africa. This enhanced his reputation. He had helped many to settle their disputes out of court.After his stay for three years in South Africa, Gandhiji returned to India in 1896. In India, he made speeches about the plight of Indians in South Africa. He then set sail for South Africa, with his wife Kasturbai and two sons. In the meanwhile, the newspaper reports of his speeches in India had reached South Africa in a distorted form. From it, the whites thought that Gandhi had abused them in India, and they were furious.As soon as Gandhiji landed at the port of Durban, a mob of angry whites threw stones and bricks and rotten eggs at him. They tore off his turban and beat him and kicked him until he was almost unconscious.At that time, the wife of the Superintendent of Police happened to pass by. She ran to his rescue and opened her parasol to protect him, holding it between him and the crowd. She led Gandhiji to a safe place.The South African Government wanted to punish the wrong-doers, but Gandhiji refused to file a complaint. This had a very good effect on the whites.In 1906, the Transvaal Government issued an order that all Indians — men, women and children should register themselves with Government by giving their full finger-prints and get their permits. He who fails to do so, will be fined, imprisoned or deported from the country.Gandhiji declared: `This is an insult to the Indian community. We must fight this `Black Act' in a non-violent way. The Government might use force, arrest us, send us to jail, and prosecute us, but we must face all this without resistance.' He called this `Satyagraha'.Indians gathered in large numbers and took an oath in the name of God, not to register themselves. They showed wonderful unity. Hundreds of Indians were arrested, but they didn't put up any defence in courts and went to jail. Gandhiji, too, was imprisoned. At last Government made a compromise with Gandhiji and gave a promise in writing to repeal the Black Act if the Indians registered themselves voluntarily.All the prisoners were released. Most of the Indians supported Gandhiji, but a few rose against. They accused him of being a coward. A Pathan named Mir Alam was one of them. When Gandhiji set out for registration, Mir Alam hit him with a heavy stick. Gandhiji was knocked down unconscious. When he recovered he found himself in the house of an unknown Englishman. The first thing he did was to inquire about Mir Alam and forgive him saying, `I don't want to prosecute him.' Then he called the registration officer, gave him his finger-prints and got himself duly registered.Thus Gandhiji fulfilled his part of the agreement at the risk of life, but Government went back from its promise and refused to repeal the Black Act.The Government of South Africa had imposed a heavy poll-tax on Indians. Gandhiji wanted to get all these injustices removed. So again he started the satyagraha movement. A big bonfire was lit and more than two thousand permits were burnt in it. Those who called Gandhiji a coward now greeted him as a real hero.Gandhiji and many of his colleagues were imprisoned several times in course of this struggle. Gandhiji gave up his practice as a lawyer and devoted all his time in the service of the great cause that he had taken up. He renounced his European dress and put on the simple clothes of a poor Indian labourer. He walked barefoot. He took only one meal a day.In jail, Gandhiji did hard labour for nine hours a day cheerfully. He never complained about any hardships. He suffered terrible pain of boils in hands, yet did not budge from the work given him. He was made to carry luggages, and was taken to court handcuffed.Meanwhile, the court in South Africa declared all Hindu, Muslim and Parsee marriages illegal and the Government supported the court. Kasturba could not brook this insult of Indian womanhood. She asked Gandhiji to enlist her name as the first woman satyagrahi. Women under her leadership broke the law and courted arrest. Kasturba was also arrested and jailed. Nobody was allowed to cross the border of the Transvaal without permits. Gandhiji led a march of 6000 Indians, men, women and children without anything except a blanket.Gandhiji said: `We are fighting for justice, we will not harm anyone.'It was a wonderful scene. The whole world watched it with interest.Gandhiji was arrested. The satyagrahis were beaten and flogged mercilessly. Yet, the struggle did not stop.At last the Indians won. The Black Act was repealed. Indian marriages were recognised as lawful. The poll-tax was abolished and all other demands were accepted.The jail life had badly affected the health of Kasturba. She was completely bed-ridden when she came out. She was now under the care of a doctor in his hospital. The doctor advised Gandhiji to give her meat-syrup, otherwise, he warned, she would die. But Gandhiji refused. Kasturba also was against taking any such thing. The doctor got angry. He said: `Quit this place if you don't want to follow my advice.' Gandhiji left at once the hospital with Kasturba.Once, during this illness, Gandhiji asked Kasturba to give up the use of salt and pulses in food. Kasturba was not inclined to accept the suggestion. She said: `Give up salt and pulses? Even you won't like to give that up!'At once Gandhiji took a vow: `Well, I won't take salt and pulses for a year.'Now Kasturba was full of remorse. (She wept and said: `Please you don't take a vow. I agree to give up salt and pulses.')But Gandhiji was firm in what he had said. He carried out his word not for one year but for full ten years.Soon after that, Kasturba regained her health and was alright.Gandhiji spent nearly 21 years in South Africa. He returned to India in 1915.Then he set up an Ashram in Ahmedabad on the banks of river Sabarmati. He named it Satyagraha Ashram. He did all sorts of manual work in the Ashram with his co-workers. He would sweep the floor, work in the kitchen, clean the utensils and grind corn also. Once a pleader came to him and asked for some work to do. Gandhiji was in the kitchen at that time. He said: `Yes, here is some work for you. Please clean these food grains'. The pleader stood puzzled. For the first time he met a leader to whom all kind of work was sacred.Gandhiji became a common topic of talks when the pleaders met in their clubs.One of these pleaders was very bitter in his remarks. But shortly a miracle happened. The moment this pleader saw how bold and fearless Gandhiji was, he left his practice and jumped into the struggle under Gandhiji's leadership. He soon became the foremost disciple of Gandhiji. He was Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel.It was the year 1916. Gandhiji was invited to participate in the foundation ceremony of the Banaras Hindu University at Kashi. It was a gorgeous show. Even the Viceroy had come from Delhi to attend it. A number of Indian Maharajas, bedecked in costly jewellery were present. Much was said about the poverty of India and the uplift of the poor.Gandhiji was clad in his simple Kathiawadi dress. He made here his first great political speech in India. He spoke in English. The first words came out like a bomb-shell: `It is a matter of shame that I am compelled to address my countrymen in a language that is foreign to me."Soon another bomb-shell: `You speak about the poverty of India and make an exhibition of jewellery. There is no salvation for India unless you strip yourselves of this jewellery and hold it in trust for your countrymen.'Still another bomb-shell: `The country will be free not through the pleaders and the rich, but through the peasants. If we are afraid of God, we won't ever fear the Princes and the Maharajas, or the Viceroy or King George himself.'And the last bomb shell: `If I find it necessary for the salvation of India that the English should be driven out, I would not hesitate to declare that they would have to go and I would be prepared to die in defence of that belief.'His speech was like a powerful current of fresh air. It instilled new life in the paralyzed limbs of India. The people said: `Here at last is a man who can help us.'Gandhiji admitted the so-called `untouchables' into the Ashram. He adopted a Harijan girl named Lakshmi as his daughter. This upset the orthodox Hindus. They went red with rage and stopped helping the Ashram. Gandhiji decided to close down the Ashram for want of money. At the last moment an unknown gentleman came to the Ashram and gave him Rs. 13000/- in cash. The Ashram was saved.In Bihar, the cultivators were forced by European planters to grow indigo. They were treated unjustly and not paid properly. They requested Gandhiji to help them. Gandhiji went to Champaran to study the grievances of the peasants. This was in the year 1917.The European District Magistrate ordered Gandhiji to leave the district. Gandhiji refused to obey. He was summoned to the court. The magistrate said: `If you leave the district, the case against you will be withdrawn.' But Gandhiji refused to oblige.The court-room was packed. A large crowd was outside shouting slogans. On Gandhiji's advice the crowd dispersed peacefully.Gandhiji pleaded guilty and said: `You can send me to jail'. However the case was postponed.This was the first instance of satyagraha in India. The whole country experienced a pleasant shock.At last the case was withdrawn by the Government. Gandhiji was allowed to stay in the district. He visited villages, recorded statements of peasants and proved their sufferings. The battle was won.A new wave of hopes swept over the country. For the first time the people knew that the so-called invincible British government can be challenged successfully.Gandhiji travelled all over India. He saw the terrible poverty of the people.At one place, seeing the dirty clothes of women, he asked Kasturba to advise them to be clean.When Kasturba approached those women, one of them led her to her hut and said: `See, I have no other clothes. I have put on the only piece of cloth I have! How am I to wash it?'When Gandhiji heard this tale from Kasturba, he was terribly moved. He was pained at heart, for he felt strongly for his poor countrymen. Though he was always simple in his dress, he decided to be simpler still. He gave up wearing a cap, a shirt and a dhoti too! Henceforth he wore only a lion-cloth. How could he wear so many clothes, when his countrymen couldn't get the bare minimum to protect their modesty?Thousands of labourers worked in the textile mills of Ahmedabad. They demanded higher wages. They pledged their full confidence in Gandhiji and went on strike under his guidance.Days passed. The mill-owners were adamant. Starvation faced the strikers. Gandhiji feared the workers would break their pledge, so he went on fast. His fast moved the mill-owners. In three days a settlement was reached between the mill-owners and the mill-workers.Gandhiji considered it his duty to help the British. He had helped them in times of difficulties in South Africa and in recognition of those services, medals were awarded to him. During the first world war too, Gandhiji offered to help the Government and started a recruiting campaign. He worked so hard that he became very ill. He himself felt at times that he was dying. He ate nothing. He took no medicine, He refused to take even milk. Years earlier, he had vowed not to drink milk because cows were ill treated. At last, on Kasturba's persuasion Gandhiji agreed to take goat's milk henceforth.The war was over. Germany was defeated. The British won. Gandhiji hoped that the Government would now proceed towards granting Self-Rule to India. But the Government did the reverse. It proposed to make a law to suppress the Indians. Gandhiji was still not well. From his sick-bed he declared: `This is unjust. We ought to offer Satyagraha.'He went to Madras. There in a dream he got an idea of an All-India strike. The date was fixed April 6, 1919. The people were asked to fast and pray and stop work that day.That was the first great awakening of India. The strike was a great success everywhere. Not a shop was open. Not a wheel turned in any factory. Gandhiji was in Bombay that day. Thousands of people bathed in the sea and moved in procession along the streets of Bombay under his leadership shouting slogans: `Vande Mataram' and `Allah-O-Akbar!' The Government had prescribed a book `Hind Swaraj' written by Gandhiji and prohibited its sale, but today, the book was freely sold in the streets. Thus the people got the first taste of civil disobedience.The next day, Gandhiji started for Punjab. On the way, he was arrested, sent back to Bombay and then set free. The news of his arrest infuriated the people. Violence broke out in Ahmedabad. Gandhiji came to Ahmedabad. He called a public meeting in the Ashram, rebuked the people for their violence and said that he would fast for three days as a penance.But the situation in the Punjab was very critical. A big public meeting was held in the Jallianwala Bagh in Amritsar. Thousands of men, women and children were present. Suddenly a military officer came there with his soldiers. He blocked the only exit and, without giving warning ordered to open fire on the unarmed crowd. There was no way of escape. The soldiers fired till the ammunition lasted. Hundreds were killed and wounded in this cruel massacre.Then followed a reign of terror. The people were made to crawl on all fours. They were stripped naked and were flogged. Gandhiji was deeply moved by the sufferings of the people in the Punjab. He went there. The people flocked to see him.Now Gandhiji announced a programme of Non-co-operation and Civil Disobedience movement to win Swaraj within a year. `Don't co-operate with Government!' He said: `Don't serve the Government in any capacity. Quit Government services, return the titles and the honours given by the Government! Boycott its law courts! Don't buy any foreign goods. Leave Government schools and colleges and refuse to pay any taxes.'There were meetings and processions and strikes. Students deserted schools and colleges and jumped wholeheartedly into the struggle. New schools and colleges sprang up having a national and humanitarian outlook. Huge bonfires were organised to burn foreign cloth. Lawyers gave up their practice and local panchs became local courts.The British Government sought to pacify the Indians. They sent here their Prince of Wales. But the Prince was boycotted in city after city. He was greeted with empty streets. Not a shop was open. Government was furious. Leaders were arrested everywhere.Everything was ready to start Satyagraha from the Bardoli Taluka in Surat District. There was unexpected excitement in the air. Meetings and processions were the order of the day everywhere. But an unhappy incident occurred in Chauri Chaura a village in U. P. On being harassed by the police, the demonstrators there became violent, and some policemen were burned to death. Gandhiji was very upset. He knew that the people were still not prepared to follow the non-violent way. So he withdrew the struggle of satyagraha and went on fast for five days as a penance.Now the Government showed courage to arrest him on charge of sedition. The trial opened in Ahmedabad in the court of an English Judge. As Gandhiji entered the court, everyone rose. Gandhiji stated that he was a peasant and a weaver by profession. He accepted that he had preached against Government and said that what was guilt in the eyes of the Government was Dharma in his eyes. He asked for the severest punishment.He was sentenced to six years imprisonment. He was removed to Yeravda Central Prison in Poona. This was in the year 1922.Two years after this, Gandhiji fell ill in jail, so the Government released him. Gandhiji saw that the people were in despair and there was deep-rooted mutual distrust in Hindus and Muslims. Communal riots broke out on flimsy excuses. He went on fast for 21 days in Delhi, to bring out Hindu-Muslim unity. This was to be an act of penance, so he remained absorbed in prayer night and day.He left politics for the time being. He traveled extensively all over India and preached communal unity, the removal of untouchability, and village-uplift through home-industries.The British Government had, by the time realized that something will have to be done to pacify the feelings of India. Yet they were not really willing to part with power and were only marking time one way or the other. They appointed a committee called `Simon Commission' to visit India and recommend political reforms. No Indian was appointed a member on that Commission, so Gandhiji said: `This is absurd. We must boycott it.'When the Commission arrived in Bombay, a general strike was observed all over India. Wherever it went, it was greeted with black flags and shouts of `Simon, go back!'The Commission could achieve nothing.The same year, the peasants of Bardoli resorted to Satyagraha and non-payment of taxes in protest against the illegal increase of land revenue. Vallabhbhai Patel led the movement. The Government tried to terrorize the people, but failed. At last a settlement was reached. The demand of the people was accepted.This raised confidence in the Satyagraha method of Gandhiji. The Sardar of Bardoli now emerged as the Sardar of India.Gandhiji gave an ultimatum to the Government to declare their real intentions about giving Swaraj to India, within 12 months. No reply. At last the Congress, under the Presidentship of Jawaharlal Nehru declared in Lahore, at midnight on December 31, 1929 that full independence was India's goal and hoisted the flag of independent India.The day of January 26, 1930 was celebrated as Independence day throughout the country. Pledges were taken not to relax until full independence was won. Since then January 26 is now celebrated as Republic day in our country.The whole country was excited.The Government had levied a tax on salt and kept the monopoly of manufacturing it. Since salt was a necessity for all, the tax fell most heavily on the poor. Gandhiji asked the Government to remove the salt tax, but they refused to do so. Gandhiji wrote another letter to the Viceroy and said: `On the eleventh of this month I shall proceed to break the salt law. It is open to you to arrest me. I hope, there will be tens of thousands ready to take up the work after me.'No reply. On March 12, at 6.30 in the morning, Gandhiji started on foot from his Ashram at Ahmedabad, with a band of volunteers, on a march to break the salt-law. His steps were firm. His look was peaceful and fearless. He declared not to return to the Ashram until freedom was won.The whole world watched with wonder and curiosity Hundreds and thousands of people joined the march on the way. At last, after 24 days, the march ended 241 miles away, on April 5 at Dandi a village on the sea-coast near Surat.Gandhiji spent that night in prayer. In the morning, he went to the sea-shore and bathed in the sea, then he bent down and picked up a lump of salt left on the shore by the sea and broke the salt-law.This was a signal for his countrymen to break the salt-law and start civil disobedience movement.There was great excitement everywhere. The air was rent with shouts of Inquilab Zindabad! and Mahatma Gandhi ki Jai!From Dandi, Gandhiji issued an appeal to the world in just a few simple words: `I want world sympathy in this battle of right against might.Again Gandhiji informed the Viceroy of his intention to raid the Government Salt Depot at Dharasana. Now the Government arrested Gandhiji, but others carried out the plan. A batch of Satyagrahis advanced towards the salt depot. The police rushed at them and rained blow after blow on them mercilessly with iron-shod lathis. Not one of the Satyagrahis raised even an arm to stop the blows. They fell down, some with broken skulls, some with broken arms or legs. When one batch had been knocked down, another took its place. On the first day two died and 320 were injured. The representatives from all over the world had come there to witness the great event. They praised the spirit of courage and dedication of the Satyagrahis. All over the country, even in distant villages, men and women came out in processions, held meetings, observed hartals and manufactured salt without paying any tax. The Government brutally beat the demonstrators, even resorted to firing. Yet the struggle didn't stop. More than a hundred thousand Satyagrahis were imprisoned. The jails were so full to overflowing that barbed wire jails were created in the open.The British Government had called a Round Table Conference in London to draft a future constitution for India, but they couldn't move on without Gandhiji, so they released him from jail. The Viceroy talked with him in terms of equality and entered into treaty with him. This treaty is known as Gandhi-Irwin Pact. It was a great victory of Satyagraha. Now Gandhiji suspended the movement and the Government released all the political prisoners. Then Gandhiji went to England as an honored guest of the British Government to attend the Round Table Conference with Pandit Madan Mohan Malaviya and Sarojini Naidu.In London, Gandhiji stayed in the locality of the poor people. He mixed freely with the poor. Even in the cold climate of England, he wore only a wrap, sandals without socks and no coat. When the British king invited him in his palace, he went there in his usual dress, and sat with the king and queen. Someone asked him if he was dressed well enough for such a meeting, he replied with a smile, `The king had on enough for both of us.'Even in England, he never swerved from his vow to work on a spinning wheel everyday. He sat at the wheel even when it was midnight and he was completely exhausted.Gandhiji remained in England for 84 days, but nothing was accomplished in the conference. The British Government had no real intention to part with power. So they played up the differences between the Hindus and the Muslims. This only served to increase the communal tension in India. In the end, Gandhiji said in plain words: `You tell me that I am to be the master in may own house, but you keep the key of the safe and station a sentry at the door.'The children of England loved Gandhiji. They gave him many toys for poor children in India. These toys were the only thing Gandhiji took with him to India when he left London. Gandhiji loved children so much.When Gandhiji returned to India he saw that in his absence, the Government had violated the provisions of the treaty, and let loose a reign of terror. Leaders like Jawaharlal Nehru were in jail. Gandhiji informed the Viceroy that he would resume Satyagraha. But before he could start the movement, he was arrested and imprisoned in the Yeravda Jail. The movement at once gathered momentum. Thousands were arrested.In the meanwhile, the Government announced a plan to separate Harijans from the Hindus by creating separate electorates for them. This meant the untouchables would ever remain untouchables and would not be absorbed in society. Gandhiji saw the game the British were playing. He said: `I will resist this with my life.' He announced a fast into death.Gandhiji started the fast on September 20, 1932 in jail. His condition became serious on the third day. Leaders met in the jail. At last on the fifth day of the fast, a pact was signed with Dr. Bhimrao Ambedkar, the most powerful leader of the untouchables. The Government accepted it and the epic fast was at last over.Now Gandhiji formed an organisation called the Harijan Sevak Sangh, devoted entirely to the service of Harijans, but the response was poor. He was anxious. Suddenly on May 7, 1933, at midnight, he heard a voice telling, `Begin a fast for 21 days!' Gandhiji started the fast the very next day. This time the Government released him immediately.The fast completed without any incident. It had a wonderful effect on caste-bound Hindus. Schools and temples were thrown open for the Harijans. Age-old bonds of religious and social superstitions broke.Gandhiji established his new Ashram in a village called Sevagram, near Wardha. It took up the cause of village uplift and home-industries. He founded `Go-Seva Sangh' to improve the condition of cows. He introduced manual labour in education and advocated total prohibition for the whole country.One day, a patient suffering from leprosy came to the ashram. Gandhiji welcomed him, personally waited on him and served him with love and care. He would wash his wounds and bandage. He would cut jokes with him and thus try to make his sufferings tolerable. Gandhiji valued the service of his patients above all else. He regularly looked after his patients. Once the Viceroy had called him for some discussions. As soon as the conversation was over, he said: `May I take leave now? My patients are waiting!'Really Gandhiji was a perfect embodiment of love and service.Gandhiji was moving in the country like a whirlwind. Huge crowds gathered everywhere. He spoke about Hindu-Muslim unity, Harijan uplift, rural industries and prohibition.He, then, visited the North-West Frontier Province — the land of valiant Pathans. Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan was their leader. He was a staunch follower of Gandhiji and known as `Frontier Gandhi'. He believed in complete non-violence and had organized a peace army called the `Red Shirts.'Fearing some disturbance, he had set up some armed guards near and about he camp of Gandhiji, When Gandhiji knew this, he at once issued instructions to remove them. 'God is my guard.' He said.This made a deep impression on the mind of the brave Pathans. They said, 'Here, at last, is a man who has complete faith in God!'Gandhiji toured the whole area and delivered there his message of Truth and Non-violence.At that time in India, there were many princely states. The rulers of these states, backed by the British Government ruled autocratically. The ruler of Rajkot had entered into a certain agreement with Sardar Patel and then backed out. This gave rise to an agitation in Rajkot. Kasturba hailed from Rajkot, so she went there to take part in it. She was at once arrested. Now the movement gained momentum. Gandhiji was not keeping well at the time, yet he went to Rajkot and tried to persuade the ruler to honour the agreement, but the ruler refused. So Gandhiji went on fast unto death. His condition became serious. At last the Viceroy interfered. A new agreement was reached and Gandhiji ended his fast.But the ruler broke his promise. Not only that, he sent men to break Gandhiji's prayer meetings. However, Gandhiji's fearlessness and patience turned these hooligans into friends. That evening Gandhiji returned to his place with his hands on the shoulders of these gangsters.In 1939 a war broke out between England and Germany. It turned into a second world war. Britain declared India to be at war on their side.Gandhiji was against taking part in war, yet the Congress decided to help the Government, if the country was made free. But the Government was totally indifferent towards India's aspirations. So Gandhiji organized Individual Civil Disobedience against the Government. Sri Vinoba Bhave was the first to launch this Satyagraha. Others followed and within a short time, thirty thousand Satyagrahis were in jail. Still Gandhiji was free.In 1940, Gandhiji and Kasturba paid a visit to the Shantiniketan Ashram of Rabindranath Tagore, the great poet. They were received with great love and devotion. The poet himself offered him `malachandan' and said: `Gandhi Maharaj, you belong to us because you belong to the whole world.'Gandhiji said: `Gurudev, I have come here to seek your blessings.'At the time of departure, next day, the poet put a sealed letter in Gandhiji's hands. Gandhiji read it on the way. In it the poet wrote that he put the whole Vishwabharati institution in Gandhiji's hands. Gandhiji sent a reply that he accepted it.The poet was now free from his anxieties about Vishwabharati.After independence, the Government of India under instructions from Gandhiji, accepted the responsibility of Vishwabharati.The world war was no more confined to the West. Japan had jumped in, on Germany's side and swept through Malaya and Burma and might even invade India. Winston Churchill was then the Prime Minister of Britain. He hated Gandhiji and ridiculed him as a `half-naked Fakir'. He had announced that he was not there to liquidate the British Empire by making India free. Yet the war forced him to seek some settlement with India. He sent one of his Cabinet Minister Sir Stafford Cripps to India for negotiations.Cripps met Gandhiji and showed him his plan. Gandhiji saw through the game. He told him straightway: `If this is what you have to offer, catch the first plane homeward!'Nobody liked Cripps plan, so he returned.Now Gandhiji was convinced that the British won't leave unless they were kicked out of the country. He drafted a resolution which is known as `Quit India Resolution'. The Congress Committee met in Bombay, on August 8, 1942, under the Presidentship of Maulana Abul Kalam Azad. It passed this resolution and declared that the British rule in India must end at once.The same day, Gandhiji, addressing a mammoth public meeting said: `I have pledged the Congress and the Congress has pledged herself that she will do or die.'The Government arrested Gandhiji and other leaders overnight before they could start a mass struggle on non-violent lines. The people were left leaderless. They took up the `Do or Die' mantra. Even those who had no faith in non-violence joined them. There was a great outburst of violence everywhere. The Government let loose a reign of terror. Guns were freely used. The demonstrators were savagely and mercilessly beaten and flogged to create an atmosphere of fear.In four months, the police opened fire 470 times and the military 68 times. Over 60000 persons were arrested.Gandhiji was kept in the Aga Khan Palace at Poona, with Kasturba and Mahadev Bhai Desai, his secretary. After a few days, Mahadev Bhai died of a heart attack. Gandhiji was full of sorrow. He said: `This sacrifice will hasten the day of India's deliverance.'The Government blamed Gandhiji for the widespread violence in the country. They didn't see their own doings and responsibility in it. They said, `Gandhiji had invited violence.' Gandhiji wrote to the Viceroy about this untruth, but he got no reply. At last he began a 21-day fast `as an appeal to God' on February 18, 1943. On the seventh day, Gandhiji's health took a serious turn. The doctors feared that he might die. Many prominent Englishmen appealed to the Government in England to release Gandhiji and save his life, but Churchill bluntly said:`No.'It was a great ordeal, but Gandhiji survived the fast.After some time, Kasturba fell ill. Twice she had a heart attack. At last, keeping her head in the lap of Gandhiji she breathed her last at the age of 75 on February 22, 1944. She married Gandhiji when she was thirteen. Gandhiji too was of the same age and was still a student in High school. Sixty two years of their married life now came to an end. She was cremated in the compound of Aga Khan's Palace. Her Samadhi stands there today along with that of Mahadevbhai.Kasturba had courted jail several times. She presented an ideal of Indian womanhood.A few weeks later, Gandhiji was seriously ill. Now the Government released him. On May 6, 1944, ended his last imprisonment. On the whole, Gandhiji spent in jail 249 days in South Africa and 2089 days in India.As soon as he recovered, Gandhiji started his work. All through his life he had worked for Hindu-Muslim unity, yet the same question harassed him still. The Muslim League was the most powerful organisation of the Muslims and Mr. Jinnah was its President. Like Gandhiji, he was also a Gujarati, so Gandhiji wrote him a letter in Gujarati addressing him as `Brother Jinnah' and signing the letter as `your brother Gandhi'. In the letter he said: `Let us meet wherever you wish. Do not regard me as an enemy of Islam or of Indian Muslims. I have always been a servant and friend to you and mankind. Do not disappoint me.'Thus Gandhiji took the initiative to come to a compromise with Mr. Jinnah. Mr. Jinnah asked Gandhiji to first accept that the Congress represented only the Hindus and the League was the sole representative of the Muslims. Gandhiji pointed out that the fact was otherwise. The Congress represented the whole country. A holy Muslim like Maulana Abul Kalam Azad was its President.Mr. Jinnah further insisted that the Muslims formed a separate nation and as such there should be a separate Muslim state called `Pakistan' cut out of the existing India.At the end of the second world war Britain went to polls. Defeating Mr. Churchill's party, the labour party came to power and Mr. Atlee became the Prime Minister. He announced to withdraw the British Rule from India and sent in March 1946 a Cabinet Mission to India to study the situation.At the first opportunity, the Mission contacted Gandhiji, who was staying at the time in the Bhangi Colony of Delhi.Once a foreign correspondent asked him: `What would you do if you were made a dictator of India for one day?' Gandhiji replied: `I would not accept it in the first place, but if I did become a dictator for one day, I would spend that day in cleaning the hovels of the Harijans in Delhi!' This shows how deep were Gandhiji's feelings for Harijans.The Cabinet Minister tried to arrive at a solution of the Hindu-Muslim problem. The Congress was willing to adjust, but Mr. Jinnah was adamant. He insisted on the partition of the country.Now the Viceroy announced the formation of an Interim National Government to replace his Executive Council. But the league refused to join it. So the Viceroy formed the Interim Government on September 2, 1946 with himself as the President and Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru as the Vice-President.In protest, the Muslim League had observed a Direct Action Day in August. They called it Jihad. Riots broke out on that day in Calcutta. More than 5000 persons were killed and more than 15000 were injured. This caused a dangerous reaction. After two three months, the Hindus went mad in Calcutta. Then there were widespread communal rioting by Muslims in Noakhali with murder, arson, looting, forced conversions, forced marriages and abduction. There were similar riots in Bihar. Thousands of Muslims were killed and many more thousands were injured. Thus the hatred entered the countryside. It seemed as if the whole country was on the verge of a civil war.Gandhiji left all work and went to Noakhali. He walked from village to village and house to house carrying his message of peace. The atmosphere of Noakhali was simply poisonous. The Muslims looked upon him with suspicion and distrust. But Gandhiji was fearless. He said: `I would rather die at the hands of an assassin than return from Bengal defeated.'Amtus Salam was a Muslim lady. She was a staunch follower of Gandhiji. Gandhiji had posted her in a village of Noakhali to strive for peace in the area, but she found the Muslims not cooperative enough. So she went on fast. When Gandhiji went to that village, it was the twenty-fifth day of her fast. The Muslims of the village welcomed Gandhiji and requested him to persuade her to give up her fast. They promised to keep peace and signed a pledge to that effect. Gandhiji accepted their word and warned them that if they failed to keep their pledge, he himself will go on fast. At last Amtus Salam broke her fast by taking orange-juice at Gandhiji's hands. Things were altogether different in that area after that.Manuben attended to Gandhiji's needs in this march. One day, she suddenly remembered a Dhun she had heard sung in a Vaishnav Temple in Porbandar and she sang it:"Ishwar Allah Tere nam! Sabko Sanmati de Bhagwan!" [Thy name is Ishwar and Allah. May you grant right understanding to all!]Gandhiji liked this Dhun (tune) very much. He said to Manuben that it was a sign of God's Power that she was spontaneously inspired to sing that Dhun that day. This Dhun was daily sung thereafter during their pilgrimage. Today it is sung all over India.Once Gandhiji had an attack of giddiness. His hand and feet became cold. He was wet with perspiration. Manuben wrote a letter to call a doctor, but before she could send it, Gandhiji opened his eyes and said: 'Don't inform anybody about this. Rama alone is my true doctor. He will keep me alive so long as he wants to take work from me. I have been put to test today. If Rama is really firm in my heart I shall not die of illness.'Manuben tore up the slip.Gandhiji walked bare-footed in 56 villages in Bengal and covered distance of 116 miles. He had the zeal to learn the Bengali language. He said, he was in love with the huts of Bengal. He used to see the Muslims in their homes and as far as possible stayed with them in their houses.Once a Muslim brought to him a small twig of a tree and said: `See, Bapuji, this twig has two leaves and both of them are of a different type!' Gandhiji smile and said: `That's the play of God. It is the same with the Hindus and the Muslims. They are the leaves of the same twig. They share a common destiny.'Everybody was pleased to hear this.Gandhiji's feet often bled and had to be bandaged, but the march won't stop. Sometimes he was so weak and exhausted that he had to be carried in a chair slung over a pole and borne on the shoulders of volunteers. On Mondays, he observed silence and gave his message in writing mostly in these words: `Let us pray to God to purify the hearts of both the Hindus and the Muslims.'From Noakhali Gandhiji went to Bihar. He had seen the atrocities committed by the Muslims in Noakhali and now saw the doings of the Hindus in Bihar. Men, women and children were brutally done to death. Several villages were completely destroyed. Gandhiji moved with a heavy heart. He poured his heart in prayer meetings everyday.Like an oasis in a desert, he came across certain inspiring incidents of self sacrifice and courage. He paid glowing tributes to the brave men and women.In one village, a Hindu mob set a Muslim's house on fire. Suddenly a Rajput girl appeared on the scene. She persuaded the mob to disperse, but in vain. At last she threatened to jump into the burning house. Now the mob retreated. The Muslim lives and property were saved.Another instance of how Gandhiji's words had stirred up the hearts of the people. Once Gandhiji was returning from his morning walk when a blind Hindu beggar touched his feet and laid some small coins at his feet. He said: `Bapu, this is all I have got by begging. Please use this for the relief of the Muslim sufferers.' Gandhiji's heart was filled with joy. He accepted the money and said: `This donation of four annas (25 paisa) is worth more to me than four crores of rupees. For this poor man has given me all he had.' He affectionately patted the blind man on the back and told him to give up begging. He assured him that he will be provided with some work for his living.The leaders in villages presented purses to Gandhiji and gave him letters signed by them stating therein: `We are extremely sorry for what has happened. We assure you that such a thing will never happen again. We will hence forth regard the Muslims as our blood brothers. We beg your and God's pardon for our great sin.'The Muslim League had first refused to join the Interim National Government. Later on they joined it, but did not co-operate in the work. In March 1947, Lord Mountbatten became the Viceroy. He announced that he had come to India to end the British rule. He invited Gandhiji, so Gandhiji went to Delhi from Bihar to see him. Now Swaraj was knocking at the door and the situation in the country was so dangerous that Jawaharlalji, Sardar Patel and other leaders saw no way out but to accept the demand of the Muslim League for division of the country. Nehruji said to Gandhiji that unity was impossible and they had to accept the creation of Pakistan.Gandhiji asked: `Is there no way out? No hope of a united India?' Nehruji's voice was heavy with sadness. He said: `No, Bapuji, otherwise there will never be peace.'On 3-6-1947, The British Government announced the division of India. Though Gandhiji had not given his consent to it, he advised the country to accept it.On August 15, 1947, the struggle for independence was over. The British rule in India came to an end after nearly 200 years, and two sovereign states, India and Pakistan appeared on the map. Nehruji became the first Prime Minister of India and Sardar Patel the Deputy Prime Minister. The whole country celebrated the day. There were singing and dancing processions and parades everywhere. Free India's Tricolour flag fluttered proudly on the historical Red Fort in Delhi and the National Anthem was sung in chorus:JANA GANA MANAADHINAYAK JAY HE,BHARAT BHAGYA VIDHATA! But where was Gandhiji in the midst of all these festivities? Was he in Delhi? No, he was in Calcutta striving for communal peace. Riots had again broken out there and he was in the midst of that fire. He stayed in a poor area in a poor hut and did his bed on the ground. He moved from street to street and house to house. There was no end to his suffering. At last he went on fast. This had a desired effect on the minds of the people. Now the leaders of both communities assured him that they would control the people. Gandhiji accepted that assurance and broke the fast.The Hindus, the Sikhs and the others found their lives unsafe in Pakistan. There was no end to their miseries. Their houses were looted, women were abducted; there were forced marriages and forced conversions. Thousands of men, women and children were killed. Millions of people left Pakistan on their way to India as refugees leaving behind all their possessions. Thousands died on the way out of starvation, disease and massacre. An equal number of the Muslims were fleeing into Pakistan from India on foot.Riots broke out in Delhi. Gandhiji saw that the Muslims in Delhi were inhumanly treated. He decided to fast unto death. He poured out his heart in the prayer-meetings: `This makes me hang my head in shame. Oh God, give me strength!'He commenced his fast on January 13, 1948. The fast at the age of 78! There was deep gloom all over the country. The whole world watched. Finally, on the sixth day, a pact was signed assuring peace between the two communities, and Gandhiji broke his fast.But some fanatic Hindus did not like this. They thought that Gandhiji was unjustly favoring the Muslims. One of these people threw a bomb at Gandhiji in his prayer meeting at Birla House, on January 20. The bomb missed the target and exploded on a garden-wall which was soon in ruins. Gandhiji was not the least disturbed. He continued his prayer-meeting as if nothing had happened. Somebody told him:`Bapuji, a bomb exploded!'`Really?' said Gandhiji, `perhaps some poor fanatic threw it. Let no one look down on him!"Death is our true friend. It is our ignorance that makes us suffer." From Gandhiji's last letter dated 30-1-48Ten days after this, Gandhiji was coming to his prayer-meeting at five in the evening on 30-1-1948. Suddenly a young man pretending to seek his blessings made a small bow, raised a pistol and shot at him thrice in quick succession. All the bullets hit him. Gandhiji fell uttering Rama! Rama! He was dead.The whole world experienced a big shock at the death of Gandhiji. The whole world mourned his death, paid him glowing tributes and hailed him as one who will never die.The dead body of Gandhiji was taken out in a five mile long funeral procession to the banks of the Yamuna and was cremated there. This place is known as Rajghat. There stands the Samadhi of Gandhiji. From all over the world, people come here to pay homage to Gandhiji. The ashes of Gandhiji's body were thrown in all the sacred rivers in India. Thousands of memorials are erected all over the country. Seldom there will be any town without having a road named after Gandhiji. But the message which Gandhiji wished to give to the world is ill-conveyed by these numerous memorials, because Gandhiji himself said: `My life is my message!' Let us always keep this in mind.Nehruji broadcast to the country, his voice choked with emotion: `The light has gone out and there is darkness everywhere. Our beloved leader, Bapu as we called him, the father of the Nation, is no more. The light has gone out, I said, and yet I was wrong. For the light that shone in this country was no ordinary light. That light will illumine this country for many more years, and a thousand years later that light will still be seen in this country, and the world will see it and it will give solace to innumerable hearts.'Albert Einstein, one of the world's greatest scientists paid a tribute to Gandhiji in these words: `Generations to come, it may be, will scarce believe that such a one as this ever in flesh and blood walked upon this earth.'-&lt;br /&gt;Picture by Ankit Jain, Pondicherry, Sept 30, 2006 ........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307517-115986879722419252?l=neetigoyal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/feeds/115986879722419252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307517&amp;postID=115986879722419252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/115986879722419252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307517/posts/default/115986879722419252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neetigoyal.blogspot.com/2006/10/story-of-gandhi-there-was-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Neeti Goyal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270270917549450354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhleRQx3ua4/STtm1m3n_FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oSd8-i5SmV4/S220/DSC01339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
