tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202183562024-02-28T13:04:57.034-08:00The Adventures of Robin hoodThis blog is intended to help me express myself. If you can read between the lines, you would be able to know a lot more about me!
Stay tunedRobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-63390772210371323822020-01-16T11:19:00.000-08:002020-01-16T11:19:40.891-08:00The home coming<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In my previous post I had painfully mentioned that it was my last post. But after a lot of introspection and thinking I felt that might not have been the best things to have done to a not-so-lively blog. Hence as part of my new year resolution (2020), I decided to bring this blog back to life and try to blog at least once a month (more frequent than that if possible)<br />
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Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-13621923062940494912019-11-16T10:17:00.001-08:002019-11-16T10:17:31.103-08:006 long years<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
How does it feel to write a post after 6 long years??<br />
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I am not sure how to put this. But this might be my last post on this blog. So I think of putting up an Eulogy in this last post... for something that used to be my passionate love at some point of time. I could have rather used this space as a personal diary, but still not being motivated enough to write at least once in a few years... is a tragedy. That itself speaks for itself. So they say!<br />
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Boy oh boy, bring in the dopamine! Coz this is going to be pretty tough. I am gonna miss you Blogger! You were once my heart and soul, and now you are a victim of a mysterious black hole. I am still sad and surprised on why I stopped writing, but the show must go on! So it is time to pack my bags and leave.<br />
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Goodbye Robyn! Goodbye to the writer in you!<br />
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I wish you were only mine!<br />
With love and sunshine!<br />
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Logging off...Forever<br />
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Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-89847624050089033692013-12-12T03:32:00.002-08:002013-12-12T04:20:48.876-08:00The Last Smile<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Rahul looked into the imaginary mirror, one more time and took a deep long breath. He smiled gently at his own self, then slowly closed his eyes and started fading. Slowly and gently... gently and slowly... He knew what was happening and what was going to happen and he knew he was alone. Like before, like now. He had realized that it is better to stop breathing than to live a life without happiness.</div>
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As he started living the last few moments of his so called valueless life... he could see his past rewinding like a movie flashback.. The background wallpaper of each precious moment in his life... was her black and white picture. She was the one girl, he had always loved. She was his first love. He had loved many people in his life. But she was his first and now his last. They had fallen in love long ago...Thirteen years ago... when they were in college. In the four long years of intense friendship and strong love, they had realized that there was no one else in this world who would understand them more than each other. But the decision was made and the deal was sealed. They had to part. Destiny would not see them together. So they simply walked away from each other. It was painful, it indeed was. But there was no other choice. They simply had to let go. </div>
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17 hours far away and on the other end of the world, Neha twitched in her sleep. Her husband and two daughters were sleeping peacefully with her in the posh king sized bed. The twitching transformed into violent jerks and she woke up with a silent shriek. At the same time, a part of her stopped breathing... somewhere in the world.<br />
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Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-54437337245073688922013-12-12T02:24:00.000-08:002013-12-12T03:11:28.889-08:00Little Dangerous Things in Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Life's greatest defeat is when you betray yourself. You shatter your own dreams and there is no one responsible for your situation, but you and only you.<br />
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Writing has always been one of the best ways to release feelings... and in my case, the only way... So, here I am... in my own world.. fiddling up with words and letters... trying to forgive myself...<br />
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Life is short.... Sometimes sweet and sometimes painful, but it is totally up to you to make sure that you get up and stand after a fall, because in this journey... there are no teachers.. no companions and no relations... No one to congratulate you on your success... no one to woo you when you fail... No one to walk with you... in this journey.. You are on your own.<br />
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Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-71396040857725160772013-08-20T01:31:00.002-07:002013-08-20T01:36:08.130-07:00Crush Crush<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I must have been fourteen and I was
unfortunately destined to study in a boys-only school, throughout my childhood.
In those days, St Xavier’s Boys High school, apart from being one of the well
known and most popular schools in town, was also equally infamous for being in close
proximity to our rivals - The Lourdes Convent Girls High School. The latter
which was run by fair Catholic Nuns (mostly from abroad) had a reputation of admitting
selective, cheeky and dashy feminine mini-prototypes. The Jesuit Fathers who managed our school
always reserved a sorry feeling for the poor girls. “Indecent bunch of girls
who would spoil the next generation” was what they would indirectly term the young
girls clad in short, but cute, blue skirts that were deliberately tailored to mandatorily
reveal those adorable pair of knees. And for those Catholic Nuns, we boys had a
permanent watermark inscribed on our foreheads which read “Uneducated bunch of idiots
who have no future”. In spite of this, and many other controversies, any
competition between these so called mighty institutes, was always welcome and
victory and defeat both were accepted in a positive sense and true spirit of
game. Well in the event of any contest, any act of physical drill-thrill was
for sure to be won by the boys while the girls always outshone when it was even
remotely related to the brain and art! There was always an evident ego-clash in
between these two schools, but at all levels, we would make sure that compete
healthily. There was never a lack of discipline, thanks to the inflated ego, and
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Now, well I saw <i>her</i> for the first time during a Independence Day march-past drill. As part of a marching competition, nearby schools
gathered and would show off their infantry-like skills. The audience was
typically students from the other schools, and their parents and teachers, who were
invited specially for the event at the magnanimous PPG (Police Parade Ground) that
adorned the sides of the Athwalines Main Road (also knows commonly as National
Highway 6). Well, I used to live in a town that was made quite famous by
clothes, diamonds and rats. But after the “Rat” event, it successfully emerged
as one of the most beautiful cities of the country and PPG was definitely one
of the good places to be noticed. Coming back to the march-past, there was always
a prize for the best march! More than the prize, what mattered most was the moment
of pride that escalated sky high on winning anything against our rivals. Our
boys had been ceaselessly winning the series of events since the launch of the yearly
marching competition half a decade back. And coincidentally the rival girls
always managed to steal the second position. In a perpetual effort to puff up
their noses with pride, the holy Fathers always ensured that the Lourdes girls and
the Xavier Boys always marched side by side in the final rounds. It becomes an easy
decision for the judge, you see. Although the girls would march with rhythm it
was quite obvious that the boys would never let their drill master down. I mean
how could they? After all those rigorous hours of repeated practice for over a
month and not to forget those cane floggings that seemed to adorn our backs, we
were sure that we wouldn't make a false move, even remotely! Well, there were a
group of 20 students from each school and one leader among them. And that
year, I should say my height and my affinity towards the NCC camps, contributed
a lot in making me the boys’ scout leader. So with my fellows behind me, I had to
lead the team, with the school flag in my proud hands. Before our final round
of parade started I looked at my supporting school mates who were clearly spread
across the ground. And then I happened to look at my right side to see our
enemy leader - the soul whom I ought to be competing with! And boy there she
was – an angel dressed in pure white. Not as though we were not in white, but
it felt as if her attire was bathed with double the specified amount of “Aaya
naya Ujaala, Chaar bundo waala” [A typical whitener advertisement that was
quite common in those days]. Dressed to kill!
Perfectly like they say! Perhaps noticing from the corner of her eyes,
that I was noticing her, with a genuine grace she too turned her charming face to
look at her rival. Oh boy that was supposed to be me!!! The eye contact lasted
for less than a second but I was frozen and boy was I knocked off? Yeah I sure
was! I then forcibly looked beyond at the audience and I saw the stern grim faces
of the harsh Reverends and I was determined not to compromise the school’s
objectives. With the start of Ready Steady…Go!!! [They might have said “Ready
Steady Wall” if it were to happen today. It seems I have been watching a hell
lot of POGO channel these days, which unfortunately was non-existent then] and
we (the leaders) were marching side by side, at a distance of course, on the brushed
jaded red carpet along with the band and music with young scouts following
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Now as we crossed the chief guest,
we - that is only the scout leaders, were supposed to look towards him and bend
our respective flags sideways as a mark of honor, as they generally do, and give
a gaze to the audience without moving your heads. The stare would have to be
the typical military look-kinda stuff and it generally spelled out the
commitment and confidence. And heck, why did the chief guest have to be on our Right?
Although I tried my best to avoid looking at this beautiful vault in between my
team and the audience, my eyes seemed to automatically relocate and lock-focus
on our rival leader! Within exactly ten seconds, that is the time by when we
would have passed the seated chief guest, we had to straighten our flag and
look affront again. But boy, I had fallen in instant love. Like they say, when
you are in love, each second seems like an era, and it sure did. And now,
completely lost, I was looking at the perfection of those beautiful pair of
eyes and the perfect eyebrows and the dimpled chin and the cheeks that were seemingly
shouting out aloud “Kiss me, Kiss me” Was I looking at an angel? But wait a
minute, “Wasn't she supposed to be looking right towards the chief guest? Why
is she looking straight ahead” Suddenly I got a rude kick on the back of my
shin from the guy behind me, and it brought be back to the real world. For a
split of a second I was mad at this crazy guy coz I somehow thought he had
spoiled the entire rhythm of the march with a seemingly wrong step. But ouch!
Reality Bites! I just understood why she was not looking right, and why I got
the kick in the first place. By now, I was a good one minute late in turning my
head straight (and of course straightening the flag.) The march ended soon and as
fate would have it, we lost the very first prize for the very first time to
whom else, but <i>the rival girls</i>! I
couldn't justify the reason for the one minute delay to a bunch of idiots who
would not understand what that feeling felt like for the entire minute. Back in
school, I was invited on stage and given the royal treatment for my stupid act
and for embarrassing the school’s reputation so drastically. But even while I was
feeling the wriggling pain, back in my mind, I knew that those “<i>Sixty seconds</i>” were a thousand times worth
the punishment. And the first prize was my first and last gift, especially and
carefully wrapped with love (the first-sight types), to a beautiful person, who
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opposite to what could have happened in a typical Karan-Johar film. I never ever
got to know her name and we never ever happened to cross our paths. I remember
cursing my serendipity a real lot those days, for around a year. In fact I even
waited patiently a couple of times for long stints outside the Lourdes Convent
School, under the pretext of buying something that would never be available in
the nearby shops, in anticipation to see one more accidental glimpse of that
pretty face. But I never succeeded and eventually I had to close this chapter
forever. Well at that time, I never realized what that strange feeling was, but
later at some point of time in my life, I got to know that she would probably
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And today happened to be the first day of October. Autumn was just setting in. I could notice a couple of ripe leaves letting go every now and then from the trees in the front-yard Well, it was nothing like the peak of fall, when the lightest breeze would be strong enough to shower a bunch of leaves. Of all the trees around, the transformation on the maple tree in front of her home deserved attention. Watching the green change into yellow and then orange and red and all the blending of ripe colors in between.. aaaaaaah it was such a lovely sight indeed. Apart from the bird house that hung on that particular maple tree, there was another reason why the maple leaves had left a strong mark on my heart. And that was ever since I saw the winning entry at the local library crafts competition. Little Paige had made a beautiful card adorned with ugly scribbling and a faded maple leaf. It was supposed to be a struggling replication of a valentine's day card, but it had done it's job well. The words in particular had stole my heart (and I am sure that was the only reason why the judges rated her the best). Just beneath the leaves, it read - "Caring is good and loving is better. But it is sharing that is the best.. because you can't share if you can't love and you can't share if you can't care". Although the beauty of the card was lost in the crowd, it had made an impact. Sadly not many were old enough (or mature enough) to appreciate the delicate efforts put in by this 6 year old for creating such a beautiful masterpiece. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyways, today was somewhat different from any other day. I knew I would never be watching Paige again. I have to say goodbye to Uncle Sam (or the United States) My flight was scheduled to depart later today. I just had around half a day left. Our short stay here was coming to a halt. The decision to finally pack our bags and get back to a place called good old Home came all of a sudden and out of the blue. I could call it circumstances, or maybe thoughtful thinking, or perhaps even a foolish decision. But I think it would be best to simply call it destiny. New York had of course been such a cozy and happening place. And I had actually started getting fond of Long Island. Ever since I came to know that the character - Ross Geller (of the F-R-I-E-N-D-S TV Show) was born and brought up in Long Island, I had started cherishing the place where I used to live. Surrounded by the Atlantic ocean from three sides, the long strip of the island had a sultry yet blissful climate. Living here was like a dream come true. And the dream was now coming to the end. It was now or never. We realized that we were getting adapted to the US culture and it was getting more and more difficult for us to break free. The roots were creeping down the soil and soon we would have ended up as resident aliens. I hate that term because as outsiders in the United States, you are either a temporary alien or a permanent alien. You are either a non-resident alien or a resident alien The fact is that you will always remain an alien. No matter how rich you become, or how friendly you are, you cannot possibly win all their hearts. Racism or no Racism, we cannot change the color of our skins and we would always remain brownies. And that's a truth that many Indians abroad take with a pinch of salt. They won't admit it, but deep in their hearts they feel out-of-the-place. But they still love their own motherland deeply, because if that were not true, you can not ever justify the long queues at the Patel Brothers grocery store, where they line up to buy Parle-G biscuits, turmeric powder, gulab jamuns and curry leaves Be it New York, be it Chicago, be it California or be it Texas, they won't mind driving hundreds of miles to get a touch of ethnicity. Even if it comes with a handsome price!</span></div>
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Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-78705426055703072612011-12-10T01:36:00.000-08:002013-04-10T03:06:34.488-07:00Butterflies in my Tummy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Over the years, I had so much to speak about what I would feel on this day, but now when it actually came, I am just speechless. I have no clue on where to start and how to start. My long tenure in the mighty campus were igniting my beliefs conceptually. I was just proving myself wrong day after day. Somehow it did take a pretty long while for me to realize that. I wonder what took me so long. I guess, I must have fallen in love. I must have fallen in love with the magnanimous structures, that spread across a fantasy land, as far as eyes could see. I must have fallen in love with the plush landscapes, that would royally fade into shades of gray, as you near them, you know.. like the Windows Vista background when you press Ctrl-Alt-Del. I must have fallen in love with the serene composure, the excited moments that burst you with enormous pressure, the anonymous addiction to workaholism, and the embarrassing victories that were awarded free of cost, on the spot and sometimes with a pat on the back. Oh boy, I was struck down, right on the ground. I lay there for a long long while. And try as I may, I was not able to get up after my eventful fall.<u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then, day after day, as I started bidding farewell to my near and dears, who left for greener pastures and brighter sunshine, I started reminding myself, all the more, that I should be next one out. Finally, the day has now arrived. Today is the day when my name will soon be wiped out from the sensitive corporate database which is famous for having world-wide data replication and data recovery and fail over and what not. 20827, which was the first identifier that replaced my original name, will remain forever as an useless primary key - like a dangling pointer with no credible owner. My dance on the slippery floor has come to an end. I am up, and now on my own. I can walk out the door. I know it is not an easy thing to do. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Each step closer to the door, stabs me deeper in my heart. Each step closer towards fresh air, strangely makes me all the more suffocated. As I approach the golden exit gates, I want to turn and look back once again at the magnificent empire that I am leaving behind. But I know for sure that if I will turn around, I will break down. The charisma and magnetism is still lingering in the air. The mystical fragrance is strong enough to drag me back into the dance floor. But I remind myself that the romance has come to an end, and now I don't have time to loose. I have to reach the gate before I get locked in again. As I hurry and calculate my steps, glimpses of my past flash along the side screens. It feels as if I was staring at a magical crystal ball, only this time, I was looking into my past and not the future.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I see faded images of the good old times. I see enemies gained, and friends lost. I see success and failure fighting painful battles with each other. The pages in my life continue to flip faster and faster as I fast-forward the past 8 years of my life. It is difficult to believe that my dream is nearing an end. I finally reach the gates and I try to push it open. The gate is heavy and my hands are hurting as I try to squeeze myself through the little space between the harsh door. And as I finally pull my last inch out, I hear a huge thud and I see the gates closed tightly behind. Somewhere through the gap, I sense the loud closing of a chapter in my book. Troubled yet relieved, I search myself. I have nothing with me, except a few documents tucked in my backpack. I check my pocket to feel the ID card that I carried along with so much pride for eight precious years. But it is no longer there. It is all over. And.. I move on...</span></div>
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Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-77722510043727782682011-08-29T08:13:00.000-07:002011-08-29T08:13:01.055-07:00The Quarter Life Crisis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_fusbbi="148" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><strong>The Quarter Life Crisis</strong></span></div><div closure_uid_fusbbi="142" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">(Author - Unknown)</span></div><div closure_uid_fusbbi="142" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="157"><em closure_uid_fusbbi="169">It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. </em></div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="157"><br />
</div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="160"><em>You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. </em></div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="160"><br />
</div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="113"><em>You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared. </em></div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="113"><br />
</div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="162"><em>You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all. </em></div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="162"><br />
</div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="163"><em>You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. </em></div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="163"><br />
</div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="164"><em>You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person. </em></div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="164"><br />
</div><div align="justify"><em>One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. </em></div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="165"><em>You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while wining the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! </em></div><div align="justify" closure_uid_fusbbi="165"><br />
</div><div align="justify"><em closure_uid_fusbbi="159">What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.</em></div><div align="center"></div></div>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-32827467950060648802011-07-18T13:24:00.000-07:002011-07-18T13:24:02.282-07:00Goals for a Happy LifeIts been some time that I have been cribbing with my friends across the globe, talking about how stupid life is and can be. There are quite a few people in that category whom I know, and who are as frustrated and as helpless as me. We live only because some strange phenomenon simply forces air into our nose day in and day out.<br />
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Today I decide that it is time for yet another change in my life. I bet I still lack the enthusiasm when it calls to take a risk. But this time, I try to act deaf to those crazy voices inside, that scream at me against every move I make. I believe there is a big pessimist hiding behind that man in the mirror, and I hate saying hello to him. <br />
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But I also know that behind that very pessimist, there is a good human being standing (or perhaps hiding). And I know that he wishes to do good so that his Creator would not regret having sent him to this beautiful planet. <br />
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I had some thoughts today that made me feel better. I thought I would pen them down here, in the hopes that one fine day, some desperate soul might gain some benefits sooner or later.<br />
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I am going to talk about how to be Lucky in Life. The easiest (and best) way is to simplify your goals so that you can achieve it. The more detailed (and complex) your goals are, the more difficult it would be to be attain them.<br />
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Let me take an example. If I define my goal as "Buying a Mercedez Benz"; I would have to strive endlessly. Given my strengths and limitations it would take atleast a couple of long years of entire savings to even get near my goal. But if I define my goal as "Buying a bicyle", I can accomplish it this very day.<br />
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So given the fact that I need to surrender my belongings before ending my mission (on this earth), would it be easier for me to give up a Mercedes or a Bicycle? That makes me ponder, is it even worth to have big goals (like to become a billionaire, or to own ten estate farms, or to visit the moon!<br />
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Some such simple goals are<br />
- Be good and do good<br />
- Eradicate sorrow<br />
- Life life as it comes, without worying "too much" about tomorrow or pondering "too much" about yesterday<br />
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We all (especially me) spend much time thinking or worrying about situations that might never occur. In the end we forget the little drops of happiness that adorn us. We end up sad, miserable and irritated.<br />
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So, from today, I am going to try to follow these goals. Simple and sweet, let me try how easy it actually turns out to be.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-59078102563293406372011-06-02T14:08:00.000-07:002011-06-02T14:13:01.504-07:00Google Plus One<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The Google "Plus One" button seems to be a good contender to the Facebook "Like" Personally, I adore the "Like" button, but I would want to see how the "Plus One" competes. I just managed to add the Google +1 button to my blog posts. <br />
It is pretty straight forward.<br />
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1) Log into your Account. <br />
2) Go to Dashboard --> Design --> Edit HTML. <br />
3) Check the "Expand Widget Template" Checkbox<br />
4) Paste the below code just under the <span style="color: red;"><strong><em><data:post.body/></em></strong></span> tag<br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;"><em><!-- Google +1 button Start --> </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em> <p></p> </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em> <div style='float:left;padding:10px;'> </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em> <g:plusone expr:href="data:post.url" size="standard" count="true"></g:plusone> </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em> </div> </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em><!-- Google +1 button End --></em></span></strong><br />
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And Voila ~~*~ You are done!<br />
You can control the size of the button by the "<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">size</span></strong>" attribute, which accepts values of <span style="color: #741b47;"><strong>small, medium, standard and tall</strong></span><br />
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This snippet positions the +1 Button after each posts. If you prefer it on the top of each post, place the above snippet before <strong><span style="color: red;"><em><data:post.body/> </em></span></strong>instead of after it.<br />
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You can also change the value of "<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">float</span></strong>" attribute to <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">right</span></strong> or <strong><span style="color: #741b47;">left</span></strong> to position it horizontally.<br />
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~~~ Have Fun ~~~</div>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-49344472048058496322011-06-01T13:42:00.000-07:002011-06-02T13:47:25.498-07:00The Indian Embassy at NYC<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">For those poor Indians in New York and surrounding states who are in need of getting official help from the Indian Embassy, here are some tips.<br />
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A trip to this embassy would remind you about the good old days back in India. Long never ending queues would induce some bit of nostalgia into your soul! Boy, how I love that! <br />
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Ok, so here is the Case Study. I needed to get some documentations done and get it attested by the Indian Embassy and I had to send it back to India. After a week full of enthusiastic planning by my better half, we decided on a plan. [The official website - <a href="http://www.indiacgny.org/">http://www.indiacgny.org/</a> did not help much, except provide the details of the timings and address.]<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>What to Bring!</strong></span><br />
<u>Dos</u><br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Try to reach there early morning (around 7 :30 AM), so that you can be early in the queue. Actually its not necessary, you can reach there around 9 and still get your work done, but the lengthy queue will freak you out for sure.</li>
<li>Get enough Snacks, H2O, energy drinks, magazines, books etc to keep you from being exhausted or bored.</li>
<li>Make sure you have all your documentation. Take additional photo copies if required. You dont want to run around looking for the xerox center.</li>
<li>Get printouts / copies of application forms beforehand. </li>
<li>If you happen to need to type an applciation form or take a printout, there are lots of shops around 55nd Street (like Staples, Office Depo etc. You need to walk a few blocks though)</li>
</ul><u>Donts</u> <br />
<ul><li>Dont reach there before dawn. It is not necessary.</li>
<li>Dont use your cell phone, once in the building. You will get a shouting or two from the staff.</li>
<li>Dont hand-write application forms. They dont accept anything that is not typed.</li>
<li>Dont argue with the staff there. They are capable of turning nasty pretty soon.</li>
<li>Dont forget to get an umbrella, or a sweater or so depending on the local climate. You dont want to be a victim out there.</li>
</ul><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Reaching there!</strong></span><br />
We live in Long Island, which is pretty much close to this place. The embassy is in NYC and it's address is: <br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Consulate General of India</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">3 East 64th Street</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">(Between 5th and Madison Avenues)</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">New York, NY 10065</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Tel: (212) 774-0600 - Fax: (212) 861-3788</span></em></strong><br />
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<em>(Please note that the telephone numbers may have changed. So do look at their website before you call them.)</em><br />
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We left home at 6 in the morning and took the <span style="color: magenta;">LIRR</span> (Long Island Rail Road) train that dropped us to <span style="color: magenta;">Penn Station, NY</span> at around 6:45 AM. From there, you have a number of options to reach the Embassy. You can take either the Subway, or the Bus. (Check Google Maps and select public transportation as the mode) <br />
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I would prefer the <span style="color: magenta;">M04 Bus</span>. You have to walk the least and you dont need to hop different bus / subway. And its frequence is almost around every 15 or 25 minutes. <br />
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We took the M04 from <span class="location"><span style="color: magenta;">W 32 Street - 7 Avenue</span>. It was like a five minute walk from <span style="color: magenta;">Penn station</span>.</span> The drive is good, and you can look around and have fun. We dropped off at <span class="headsign"><span style="color: magenta;">Washington Heights Cloisters</span>(this is Via Madison and Bway, and around <span style="color: magenta;">15 stops / 25 minutes</span>) From there we walked all the way to the Embassy. Take a printout from Google Maps, it will be helpful. Below is a sample one</span> <br />
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I forgot to mention, You can buy a Metro transportation pass that you can use for subways and buses. You can get these passes at the PENN station. If you are not able to, make sure you have enough quarters / dollars to pay for the bus fare. I think the fare is around 5.5$ per ticket (in M04)<br />
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Once you reach the Embassy, things are pretty straigtforward. You need to wait until 9 or so, till they open the mighty gates. Also please note that the direction of the queue. It is in the basement, and not the main gate. The queue itself has no head or tail, so u need to ask the humble souls standing there. So when they open the basement doors, they will hand over tickets. These tickets have numbers and they announce the numbers. So, based on your luck and your number, you would have to wait some more time. Finally when you are called, you tell them your concern, hand them your documentation, make the payment, and get the receipt.<br />
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Some tasks, like attestation etc, can be done on the same day. So you need to wait till 4 or so to get it back. Thats a bad thing though, coz you have to wait so long for a lousy attestation signature! Anyways, there is an option for express mail through USPS. They will charge you 20$ and you would get back your documentation within a day or two (or three), through mail.<br />
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Indian Embassy at NY<br />
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This should give you an idea of the queue and where to stand. Do expect a much larger queue though :-D<br />
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I seriously wish that you dont have to wait long for getting your work done!<br />
And I hope this post helps someone in finding their direction.</div>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-21929207746937653572011-02-17T13:10:00.000-08:002011-02-17T13:27:56.538-08:00Update One - Kicked out of God's own CountryIts been like 9 months outside India and I am already feeling crazy! This blog is dedicated to those pathetic "<em><strong>code monkeys</strong></em>" (an another me) who suddenly find their lives devasted getting into the profession of the Golden Goose (remember the goose that laid Golden Eggs) For the layman, if you believe IT is the best profession, then you are wrong. It sucks. It is cozy down there, where you are just out of college and when you are impressed by money (that you can use to <em>impress </em>others). But later... down the lane, you find yourself murking around, lonely, and deprived... looking back at the friend... who you just disposed off... to climb that extra rung on the ladder (to hell).<br />Unfortunately thats the way it is in any profession. But the pyramid in the software field, I believe is the steepest.<br /><br />Whateva!!! Once you are in, you are lost. There is no way out, (unless you are ironically blind) You find yourself dancing on an oily stage surrounded by concrete mazes.. You fall down, you try and get up, and down you go. And you look around and see more such jokers on the dance floor, trying to help themselves (instead of others) to get up!<br /><br />In one such slippery incident, I cribbed so hard, that I got a kick on my you-know-where and that catapulted me out of the country.... into Devil's Fantasyland!<br />Boy oh Boy!!<br /><br />And look at me, here I am, at Uncle Sam's... waiting for my return ticket!<br /><br />And to all of those, who dream of dollars and pounds... I hope I would be able to provide some kinda tips.. survival tips... while you own the post of a Non Resident Indian!<br /><br />Stay Tuned!<br />TadaRobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-62092964641661549532011-02-17T13:07:00.000-08:002011-02-17T13:09:55.113-08:002 Years - Long timeIts been more than two years since I last posted on my blogspot! I have been in and out of blogging every now and then. But now, for the sake of reviving my consciousness, I am seriously considering to get back on the boat!<br />The last two years, has left me with lots of stuff to bluff about! And I hope to keep my readers happy!<br /><br />Stay Tuned~Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-6865009202902992652009-01-19T09:52:00.001-08:002009-01-19T10:08:03.855-08:00Nostalgic pangs<p>Today after a long long gap of amost like a decade, I got to chat with a very sweet and old friend of mine. We used to send emails once in a blue moon, but today we got to chat for some time... courtesy Gtalk. Little dear as i usually call her, is studying at Coimbatore and she is gonna be the next generation of Software Engineers. She calls me bhaiya and I like it that ways. I think she must have been in some fourth or fifth grade when i left Surat to do my engineering. We neve got a chance to talk or chat since then...</p><p>But today, we chatted for some while... chatted on the past, the present and the future and whatever.... it was really a good feeling... walking back on memory lanes and thinking of a time called childhood.</p><p>Life is good when there is a reason. Life is bad when there is none. It starts with a dot and goes in a circle. But you never know where it ends...</p><p>Anyways, i needed a reason to create a new post and thanks little dear for giving me a reason!</p><p>Stay tuned!</p><p> </p>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-79173236861827447612008-11-21T21:32:00.000-08:002008-11-21T21:48:45.929-08:00A Break from work?Phew! I succesfully managed to elude from blogging for another 2 month plus period! But today, quite surprisingly, I managed to take a break from work and did some good work. I listened to some good old music early in the morning, did some orkutting, posted some pics, and now, attempting to put on a blog entry!<br />Life is fun. Especially since yesterday, when Mishy, Sus and myself drenched ourself forcefully and completely from head to toe, in the heavy rain shower that caught us by surprise when we were cruising back on our bike. Getting wet was something that I had started to hate after joining the IT jungle! Maturity makes you lose the innocence that you once possessed when you were young. But yesterday dragged me back into those nostaligic lanes, where life was much more than taking wierd decisions that change the way things run across the globe.<br />And I was happy we didnt take the car!Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-17675415935547847842008-09-04T07:15:00.000-07:002008-09-04T08:13:31.275-07:00Blink BlinkSo today is a new day! and i log on to blogger.com after a period of around 2 months! Hail Robin! Well, today I happen to be home alone, with my better half and my quarter half long away. And i am terribly bored. Watched a good movie on HBO, after years! But i fell lonely. Ahem! reminds me of my bachelor hood days! When the introvert in me would open a book or switch on my comp and remain undisturbed for hours. Wow! was that really me? Now I am like dying to talk to someone! oh ya! i think i would call up some of my old frinds and catch up with them. Its been really a long long time since i have kept in touch. so i think thats a good idea.<br /><br />and the good news is that i will be on the blog more frequently. Thats because i am supposed to be travelling to Chennai and Bangalore and Hyderabad in the next one month! phew! thats a lot of travelling i guess! and that means a lot of lonely times.. a lot of bloggy days!:)<br /><br />gee!<br />stay tuned mister nobody!Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-59004648070235734152008-06-20T08:33:00.000-07:002008-06-20T08:51:25.384-07:00The Wonder Years<p>After a long gap, Robbie decides to do some blogging. To warm up, he opens up <a href="http://4sometime.com/blog">Crissie’s </a>blog, which he really appreciates a lot, and realizes that for a real long time, he hasn’t been reading blogs either. And then he starts pondering how his life is messed up completely. He desperately tries to find a way out, but with all strings attached he cannot make a wrong move. He knows it would spell disaster not to himself, but to those who love him the most. So, with a heavy heart, he decides to stay in the messy world and carry on. To lighten up himself, he decides to write a blog.<br /><br /><br />Voila! There you are. Here I am. My alter ego must have stated about my situation. Har har :)</p><p>Okie Dokie, here I blog!<br />Well, I got some spare time today and I was going to <a href="http://4sometime.com/blog">Crissie’s </a>blogs. I admire the way she writes and expresses herself. While reading one of her articles, I noticed that she had written about “The Wonder Years” I was so very happy to read about this show that aired on Star World when I was in 8th or 9th, (if I remember well). It was a show that I really loved watching. In many ways, I would fancy myself as the lost and confused teenager – Kevin Arnold - the main character of the show. Now its been more than ten years since and I suddenly found myself immersing into a nostalgic track. Thank you Crissie for reminding me of the wonder years!<br /><br />Now just like a drug addict needs his dose of “bad” medicine, I needed to refresh myself. So I open up google and type in “The Wonder Years” and it spurts out thousands of web references. I fancy the ones written on Wikipedia (Online Encyclopedia) and I quickly open up the link. And I go through the entire life cycle of the show in a quick glance. I also happen to browse through a few snaps of Kevin, Winnie and Paul. Boy oh Boy, it was so good to go back to those memory lanes.<br /><br />I could see myself getting ready for my English classes, without leaving my eyes off the TV set for a single moment. My friend’s grandpa used to teach us English in his leisure hours. And all my literary skills are dedicated to this gentleman. Since these classes were not an obligation, for courtesy sake, I could not afford to miss them. I would have around 10 minutes to cycle down 2 and a half kilometers if I were to watch the entire episode. And I remember myself rushing down on my BSA SLR everyday on top speed. Such was my dedication to this series of the wonder show.</p><p>In short, "The Wonder Years" is about the life of a young american teenager in the late sixtees. The show runs through his teenage life, depicting instances of his childhood and how it affected him and how it moulded his character. He had a girlfriend named Winnie Cooper. His best friend was a nerd named Paul. Kevin also had an elder brother and an elder sister. Wayne - Kevin's elder brother used to pester him and Paul a lot. The story revolves around the lives of these characters. I do not want to write here about the entire episodes in brief. You can get that from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wonder_Years">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wonder_Years</a> I just went through the entire collection.</p><p>Whatever it is, I remember the final episode, and I remember how I almost cried because I knew I could not watch it any more from the next day. </p><p>Phew! I dont know whether I made sense :S</p><p>Anyways, stay tuned! :)</p>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-81529640415698878642008-05-19T11:09:00.000-07:002008-05-19T11:13:28.837-07:00A new resolutionPhew!! its been almost a month since I blogged!<br />sorry for the long break... was in and out of town throughout.<br />Well, I have decided to be good and share information on my blog. I work for an IT giant in India and have been around for some 6 years in the industry. Its taken me far, and I have been through thick and thin. All these years, I have learnt a lot. I would like to use the knowledge that i have gained so that it can be of use to others.<br /><br />So, Stay tunedRobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-2879631016723263782008-04-25T03:59:00.000-07:002008-04-25T04:15:59.936-07:00Last sunday I was writing on coming to Bangalore<br />And voila!! here I am, waiting for getting home! Its been 5 awful days and 5 awful nights. i miss my family a lot, and thats onereason why i am looking forward for this flight. well, know what. had a nice time in ECC. I will tell u the fun part. Well, i got this ECC room mate who was a fresher at my company. He thought of me as a fresher too!! Awww kick my looks! He was quite friendly with me initially and then in a conversation, he casually asked.... "So, when did you join Infy?" And i answered, well, around some 5 and half years ago! His eyes gorged out, his jaws dropped. It looked as if I had blurted out some curse. He froze for a moment and then within 5 minutes he left the room in the pretext of meeting his friend... and alas!!! i didnt see him ever! Gosh! is 5 years of exp such bad? or am i too old in the industry? i started pondering and well, err, I dont know what to say! maybe i would have behaved the same way had i been his shoes!<br />hi hi.. u never know right!<br /><br />when you are new at work, u are just fresh and you dont know much of the policies or the hierarchies. I knew new guys who were quite over smart, and i also knew kids who were crybabies. well, i dnt know which category he belonged to, but he made it a point to enter the room only after i sleep, and that is around 12 or 1 in the night. and he would keep sleeping till i move out of the rom.... aaaaaaaah!!! its a pity watching the Indian Premier League all alone!!!<br /><br />Grrrrr. why did i screw it up! hmm, anyways thats life isnt it?<br /><br />btw, i also had a good time, hanging around in the campus and doing some bird watching! Errr.. dont you dare take it in another sense. I meant real "birds" and not anything else. When i was in college friends used to freak out in well known junctions and would spend hours bird watching. in those days, bird meant lass!<br />Reminds me of a popular kid song that Mishy loves to listen over and over again!!!<br /><br /><br />Yankee Doodle went to town riding on a pony<br />Stuck a feather in his hatAnd called it macaroni.<br />Yankee Doodle keep it up Yankee Doodle dandy<br />Mind the music and the step And with the girls be handy.<br /><br />Father and I went down to camp Along with Captain Gooding<br />And there we saw the men and boys As thick as hasty pudding.<br />Yankee Doodle keep it up Yankee Doodle dandy<br />Mind the music and the stepAnd with the girls be handy<br /><br />There was Captain Washington Upon a slapping stallion<br />A-giving orders to his menI guess there was a million.<br />Yankee Doodle, keep it upYankee Doodle dandy<br />Mind the music and the stepAnd with the girls be handy.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-32141893331073103682008-04-22T06:22:00.000-07:002008-04-22T06:32:05.458-07:00Voila!!!I hate my company's policy. It doesnt allow me to blog in public. And thats left me somewhat crippled. Think about going to a cyber cafe just to check you personal mails!!Duh.. makes me sick. But thats what I just did today. Am terribly bored. Experimented with a real horrible film - Pranayakalam (A typical mall art film) and it nearly drove me crazy!<br /><br />Didnt wanna take no risks today so thought about checking out the Infy campus. Stopped working quite early, say around four and then started loitering around the significant campus. Build to lure, as they say.. Boy oh Boy I was lost in the magnanimous constructions hand picked by none other than our own mentor Mister N R N. And aaaaaaaah! now i realize why we get such low incentives!<br /><br />Fountains and glass blocks everywhere. This indeed is not the ground I walked upon some three years ago.. Boy, it has changed, and changed such a lot! But one thing that I pitied about myself is that there were no more of my friends in this so called mega life company! There was not a single face i recognized as i walked through my old buildings and the good ol food courts.<br /><br />My! :( It made me nostalgic... to walk alone... on the land one trodden along with my sweetheart! My oh My!!! its gonna make me cry. I avoid getting too much sentimental and rush off to the Microsoft products store in one of the Infy Malls. I couldnt find anything that would fit my little pocket, so i get out of the place as soon as i could.<br /><br />And there! back to pangs of lonliness... i decided to get out of campus and explore the surroundings... and then i chanced upon this cafe! so here i am... typing out a blog when i know for sure no one would be reading this! :) hi hi hi.. thats the game called life!<br /><br />ciayo!<br />gotcha go... this place is lousy and stinky too.... and over crowded. God i think i got claustrophobia...R..u..n .. for your livesssssssssssssRobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-60789949414866360342008-04-20T06:58:00.000-07:002008-04-20T07:03:57.979-07:00Waiting at the Trivandrum Airport to catch the Bangalore Flight is not something that I fancy. Especially when that accounts to leaving my wife and little daughter back at home alone. I am a family man and I always like it that way. Work helps me provide bread and butter to my family, but each day, each night.... it is just my family that makes me live each day. I have always given second preference to my work. Just because it doesnt help me be happy.<br /><br />Anyways, i know how my next week is going to be. Sad and lonely :(<br />Booooooh :(Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-51091058064724561892007-09-29T10:58:00.000-07:002007-09-29T11:08:49.937-07:00Why do I end up sad even though I do a lot to make others happy?<br /><br />This is something that I have been facing for a long long time. Somehow I manage to get myself hurt and then brood over it all alone. I have always tried to be a good human and even though I wont call myself a perfect being, but I do have feelings and emotions. And duh! :( most of the times no body cares or bothers about it.<br /><br />Hmm... this is one of those lonely nights when I feel that I dont need anyone, just coz no one needs me. I know it is immature of me, but sometimes I cant help it.<br /><br />The other day, miss sunshine told me that I worry a lot over small things. What why doesnt she understand that these small things mean a lot to me. Its in my attitude and its difficult to get it changed. But yeah, I did promise myself that i would try my best "Not to worry" about small things, however important they may be to me.<br /><br />And here I am, writing some stupid crap, when the world i know is sleeping peacefully, and yeah, shedding tears and as usual over something trivial to others. Gosh, when will I change?<br /><br />Well, Well, Well<br /><br />TaRobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-76308996768192950592007-09-16T21:07:00.001-07:002007-09-16T21:09:25.413-07:00Hectic WeekendThe last weekend was a hectic one. Got sick of travelling to and fro and I guess my neck and my back bone is cursing me. Thank goodness we were not unfortunate enough to get a bus ride, otherwise it would have been fireworks for sure!<br /><br />Hmm, apart from a hectic weekend, i have lotsa work to do this week. Gosh, i need to make a journey again tomorrow.... Oooooooh i am already feeling Dead!<br /><br />ta,<br />seeya during the day,<br />if i get time, that is :)Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-22837727316356055522007-09-10T02:40:00.001-07:002007-09-10T02:44:19.245-07:00Never love with all your heart...I recently read someone's note which said<br />"Never love with all your heart, it only ends in breaking"<br /><br />And I started pondering how true this line is. There are many occasions when I have loved people with all that I have, given all that I could and cared as much as I possible could have. And at occasions when that was not enough, I had nothing else to offer. And it resulted in an heartache.<br /><br />I never learned my lesson and today someone broke my heart again. As usual, I had given all that I had and I was left with practically nothing. So what else could have happened? And now I have started learning this lesson and it seems serendipity is showing me a sign!<br /><br />Amen!Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20218356.post-83840710096716702492007-09-07T22:50:00.000-07:002007-09-07T23:06:39.788-07:00Emotionally yoursNever get emotionally attached to any person. Because the more you get close, the more you make yourself vulnerable and easy to get hurt.<br /><br />If Miss Sunshine and Bobby were just colleagues, Bobby would never mind those words that he heard yesterday, but since Miss Sunshine is more than a close friend, her words started hurting him suddenly.<br /><br />Dont do that again Miss Sunshine!!!Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927078044724972051noreply@blogger.com2