<?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-17332103</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:29:43.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Fail When We Need Them Most</title><subtitle type='html'>World is full of words and we all argue up to our most when ever we get a chance..but don't you feel that our words do like antibiotics that they do not work when they have to be a saviour for us...personally I feel so......may be u too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-8362469399204982421</id><published>2012-02-11T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T11:57:42.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something for today..rest of tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Chasing the infinite has always been a biggest chase among &lt;a href="http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/dangerous-knowledge/"&gt;mathematicians&lt;/a&gt;. But, we as a commoner's life, have simple solution to all what we have for-say infinite; from problems to fun, from challanges to solutions everywhere. And that simple solution is lets take some for today and rest will be for tomorrow! By practice, this tomorrow is infinite in all of ours life and this today is simple&amp;nbsp;discretisation of that infinite "thing". Isn't it so simple! Well I feel this same simplicity has&amp;nbsp;benefited&amp;nbsp;the world most in all walks of life and it will be, only that we should be able to realise this&amp;nbsp;discretion. I mean, how small is too small and how big is too big! when we know the balance every infinity is as simple: something for today..rest of tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-8362469399204982421?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8362469399204982421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=8362469399204982421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/8362469399204982421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/8362469399204982421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2012/02/something-for-todayrest-of-tomorrow.html' title='Something for today..rest of tomorrow'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-376615187406930319</id><published>2012-02-01T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T08:02:24.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between the big sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Started my PhD today at UGent.  It was not an easy decision for me where I has to choose between a professional and an academic carrier along with personal life. But finally with all set of analysis I decided to go for academics. All set go I started today and day gave me a feeling like I have been in the middle of the sea with nothing and I neither know the swimming nor the direction. Let's hope will also see the coast someday :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-376615187406930319?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/376615187406930319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=376615187406930319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/376615187406930319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/376615187406930319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2012/02/between-big-sea.html' title='Between the big sea'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1913675662305383737</id><published>2012-01-29T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T14:23:27.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the border</title><content type='html'>Born as a Indian from whichever part, you always know what a country border means having Pakistan as the neighbour. But this was not the same! I moved with all my household from Netherlands to Belgium yesterday; no border checks no immigration hassles nobody with guns and lethal weapons nothing. Before I left, my friends and colleagues from place of work arranged a goodbye party, gifted a travel guide for Belgium and a very beautiful card (will post when I get access to scanner). At was a good feeling and I was happy; not because I was leaving but as I was going for a new challenge. Anyway life started here with a night in clubs with the friends who accompanied me. I was completely tired and had got less sleep for last few nights so left back. May be I am writing too much details but just to finish mu next morning thereafter was a morning in Ghent, Belgium and will be same for next couple of years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-1913675662305383737?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1913675662305383737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1913675662305383737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1913675662305383737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1913675662305383737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2012/01/across-border.html' title='Across the border'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1680937856550756115</id><published>2012-01-29T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:53:55.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrix of love n no love</title><content type='html'>There may be billions of people but we all in a microscopic-view live in clusters  with unions and intersections. And of these people some we love and some we don't. It sounds very simple but it is not. People you love not always love or loved by the same people as well and worst happen when it is not just indifference to that people. Being a social animal this flow of two different energy makes the lives skewed; finding balance between two sides of the triangle. But that makes world a interesting place. You cannot change it so just celebrate your existence in that matrix n do the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-1680937856550756115?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1680937856550756115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1680937856550756115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1680937856550756115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1680937856550756115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2012/01/matrix-of-love-n-no-love.html' title='Matrix of love n no love'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7454445850433647608</id><published>2012-01-16T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:32:28.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reservation for what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Divide n rule is said to be one of the collusive policies by Britishers in India before independence but it's hard to find that it changed for the government there. Congress party which claims to have its root in the fight for freedom seems to learn it as the only lesson from imperialising power. Recent attempts to implement reservations for the Muslims is one in the same direction. I can understand the logic for SCs and ST for a while saying that they were harnessed for generations by the same people who will now feel less privileged  by new situation. But how about Muslims! They ruled India for more than 800 years; made countrymen all suffer and become backward from rest of the world by banning creative and positive thinking. And now they should be given reservation!!!! On cost of whom? People whom they made suffer at their time because they were not Muslims! Certainly they need to be brought up in society for contribution of all sections of society but not by giving unfair advantage. They need to be integrated not differentiated by another means. Well, to reserve their positions in power our political forces can give reservation to anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7454445850433647608?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7454445850433647608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7454445850433647608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7454445850433647608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7454445850433647608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2012/01/reservation-for-what.html' title='Reservation for what?'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2441528463836630323</id><published>2012-01-12T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:41:13.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coexistance n relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have always thought about myself and others as individual about what is purpose of life, but a thought came of co-existance. Why for some relations despite of same roots don't share the closeness in long run, while the other despite of great divergence converge to be one&amp;nbsp;happily. In public life its the relatively simple to be purely selfish and profitable relationship which always works till both are enough&amp;nbsp;befitting if not&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;equal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. Some of them break this rule and move to a next level of closer relationship- the convergence. But what about those which emerged&amp;nbsp;together, shared the warmth&amp;nbsp;but got separated with time. I think somewhere it happens due to lack of vision. Vision which stops us to see the other person as another individual with his/her own quality, choices and priorities. When people forget that the other person is not me, all these look like conflict and every single action is unforgivable&amp;nbsp;assault. No choice left accept divergence.&amp;nbsp;But do not forget..Forgiving doesn't make the person who hurt you feel better, it would have and will make YOU feel better!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2441528463836630323?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2441528463836630323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2441528463836630323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2441528463836630323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2441528463836630323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2012/01/coexistance-n-relationships.html' title='Coexistance n relationships'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-3809373092754568339</id><published>2011-12-08T19:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:40:29.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another side of life</title><content type='html'>Rowing across ups n down of life so far, I am now to the 2nd part- I am married! Life has added a new avenue; nothing is unshared anymore. Some say its loss of freedom other see it as sense of togetherness. Whatever! everyone is free for his/her perception and I am just trying to realise the change. Travelled north to east finding both side of relatives trying to speak each other languages to show acceptance for the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-3809373092754568339?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3809373092754568339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=3809373092754568339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3809373092754568339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3809373092754568339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-side-of-life.html' title='Another side of life'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7882816567626506791</id><published>2011-10-22T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T04:29:52.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gent-trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Had a trip to&amp;nbsp;Belgium&amp;nbsp;yesterday for an interaction. Its amazing here in Western Europe with country setup like this; a 2.5 hrs journey in train and I was in different country without&amp;nbsp;formalities. Well one more country added to my portfolio of visited country and mostly probably a country shortly moving to live-in (not sure at this point). More dry but greener&amp;nbsp;than&amp;nbsp;Netherlands,&amp;nbsp;it is city of students (almost 30 %), so with a very young population like Delft where I started my dwelling abroad  .&amp;nbsp;I liked the new place, lets see what is there in future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7882816567626506791?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7882816567626506791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7882816567626506791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7882816567626506791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7882816567626506791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/10/gent-trip.html' title='Gent-trip'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6387084153376711584</id><published>2011-10-07T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T02:42:04.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandhian to be great?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Its great to Gandhian! but does it mean that, to be great you have be Gandhian?! Now-a-day media debates about Anna Hazare in India&amp;nbsp;at-least&amp;nbsp;believe in same. I never understand how&amp;nbsp;Gandhian&amp;nbsp;can be such a&amp;nbsp;hardliner&amp;nbsp;where you have no space to fuse it with other successful ideologies whom you believe in unless they are not notoriously successful. In a &lt;a href="http://headlinestoday.intoday.in/headlines_today/programme/chetan-bhagat-india-today-mind-rocks-youth-summit-2011/1/151699.html"&gt;youth summit&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chetan Bhagat talked about the same apprehension about himself asking not to called him Youth Icon. First people and media labels the person as a particular kind of Icon and later the same sources start demanding and questioning, &lt;i&gt;'If you are icon why don't you behave like this; If you are icon how can you did this!' &lt;/i&gt;Anna Hazare is becoming victim of the same maze. I wish he&amp;nbsp;ignores&amp;nbsp;it all. A person of his status doesn't need a label to be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6387084153376711584?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6387084153376711584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6387084153376711584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6387084153376711584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6387084153376711584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/10/gandhian-to-be-great.html' title='Gandhian to be great?'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1536146039054442461</id><published>2011-10-06T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:34:12.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs-less world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometime back while an interview in NASSCOM Bangalore Guy Kawasaki, Former chief evangelist of Apple Computers said that statistically speaking India should have &lt;a href="http://articles.economictimes.indiatimes.com/2008-09-19/news/27727180_1_steve-jobs-sas-leadership-conference-original-evangelist"&gt;atleast four&lt;/a&gt; Steve Jobs. Since then and now, when world has lost its one and only Steve Jobs, the question remains that what makes Steve Jobs...the determination for perfection or something else? Very contradicting views and answers to this can be found from his pre-success colleagues. But one thing can be said about Steve's life without controversy that his life path extraordinarily tortuous, esp. to be a world class technology entrepreneur when he was busy looking for spiritual visit to India in a age when we all learn basics of science and technology. Whatever! his fair existence and impact to the world was not just a chance or a miracle; he was great in all what he did. He was certainly and extraordinary visionary to beat all the extraordinarily tortuous paths of his life. Apple computers in guidance of Jobs sold the dreams, the i-Dreams in form of products which could have only been the dream without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Job's world will miss you as an entrepreneur, as a visionary and a person who can inspire many more!&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/17332103-1536146039054442461?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1536146039054442461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1536146039054442461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1536146039054442461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1536146039054442461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/10/jobs-less-world.html' title='Jobs-less world'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2688060786804347380</id><published>2011-10-02T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T10:22:53.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yet another year passed and a very special day of my life is back. I don't know how to say it special in bitter way; its now end of 2nd year without my mother...how to say it special in good way as well as it is start of 8th year on my blog...no comparability between two either. Well, the day started with walking around in the Leiden city to find some flowers for my mother. It is Sunday morning and except churches nothing is open today. Well, I wanted to get something anyhow n reached till church..a man stopped me, asking do you believe in God.I said 'no and I am busy now'. Some people still try here to find someone who can come in church for Sunday prayer, otherwise they are nothing different than monuments. Anyway, I walked but can't see a shop still while mind was busy cooking this question. My mother was great believer of God and I was great agnostic. There is lot of unanswered questions for life which leaves you with God, but beyond these Q&amp;amp;A, its hard to be believer. He or she is creator and everything goes by his (her) wish only, as temples, churches, mosque and more over our mother told us. I think even if there is someone who did it all, he (she) lost his (her) remote control after switching ON the whole system. Also, as across the religion people believe in preaching, it seems God must be someone who was&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sarkari babu&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in past and got the position by deputation. So he can't do anything by his own vision unless, is requested&amp;nbsp;politely&amp;nbsp;n bribed (&lt;i&gt;chadhawa&lt;/i&gt;) to the worst. I don't want to be funny, I am serious! If there is God, how he(she) can tolerate so much of malfunction in the system and does nothing except to add some more in it from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever! I can't find an answer to it anyway..so lets hope that the next time when I will be sitting for this&amp;nbsp;occasion&amp;nbsp;I will have a better reason to believe in God and celebrate the existence.&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/17332103-2688060786804347380?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2688060786804347380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2688060786804347380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2688060786804347380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2688060786804347380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6257557732241867680</id><published>2011-09-29T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T11:58:08.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many Kalam's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saw the movie&lt;i&gt; I am Kalam&lt;/i&gt; today. I was nice&amp;nbsp;experience. I always believed in vision n movie was the thought provoking for the same. I loved the way it was put forward through a kid. In a time when we are all pointing fingers on each other only the true dreamers n walk-out n make their own way. Kalam is certainly the icon of the same. He proved how when nothing is in&amp;nbsp;favor&amp;nbsp;of you how to fight back n prove yourself..how to have a vision and follow it with all strength. Few years back I read that vision without action is mere dream, looking on Kalam we know man without dream is no human..ofcourse it needs a dare to follow it. We are country full of people with dream, country full of Kalam's. &amp;nbsp;&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/17332103-6257557732241867680?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6257557732241867680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6257557732241867680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6257557732241867680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6257557732241867680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-many-kalams.html' title='How many Kalam&apos;s'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-3183054691200656948</id><published>2011-08-07T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T09:14:48.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jugad  to Management.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Its hard to find exact match for Indian word &lt;i&gt;Jugad &lt;/i&gt;in any English dictionaries, but it is something in genetic code of people of Indian origin. It was in news today that people of Indian origin are getting leading management positions in top most companies of the world, It is not just the sign of&amp;nbsp;acceptance&amp;nbsp;of Indian talent in world market but also the growing impact of Indians&amp;nbsp;across&amp;nbsp;the world. But, looking inside the country although the number of engineering and management colleges have increased almost with the same exponential rate, the quality of education has gone down with the same rate as well. In this case natural talents, although lesser&amp;nbsp;nourished&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;manage&lt;/i&gt; to become engineer and manager and mostly manager after engineer. And this is creating a big problem also. Systems cannot be always run on jugad, at some point we need people hard in basics, who worked hard in their past to understand it rather than just&amp;nbsp;mugged&amp;nbsp;up the jugad notes to manage to be engineers-managers. This big fleet of untrained jugad mangers are going to be bring a new&amp;nbsp;challenge to the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-3183054691200656948?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3183054691200656948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=3183054691200656948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3183054691200656948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3183054691200656948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/08/jugad-to-management.html' title='Jugad  to Management.'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1956565891577577037</id><published>2011-08-05T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:46:14.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem of Satisfied Civilisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;India as a civilisation, which had great history of innovation and&amp;nbsp;conceptualisation&amp;nbsp;has acted like dumb in last 500 years. We have been suffering from food-to-mouth disease for all these centuries despite of all pride carried from past. Lot of changes happened in&amp;nbsp;society; some were to counter its own&amp;nbsp;anomalies developed in these days&amp;nbsp;but lesser were driven by internal will power to make a mark. We are taught&amp;nbsp;right from basics that “&lt;i&gt;Santosham paramam sukham&lt;/i&gt;” (Contentment is the highest bliss) and sooner or later we all learn to believe it. Some places its a good teaching, but who is going to tell that..it not all. What is not good in life should not be answered always with contentment, we need to find the solution. This lack for effort often lead to solutions of our problem by others unrelated which lacks&amp;nbsp;effectiveness. Local problems always need local solutions or atleast&amp;nbsp;customization&amp;nbsp;of global solution. Our constitution is one good example of one such solution which is good but how many holes are there we all see in daily life. As a&amp;nbsp;satisfied&amp;nbsp;customer we couldn't find even the right solutions, and fail to explore the&amp;nbsp;possibilities&amp;nbsp;in the right perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Therefore we as a&amp;nbsp;civilisation&amp;nbsp;it is time for us to keep our learnings of contentment aside to become discontent and find solutions for our problems. Problems like hunger, drought,&amp;nbsp;corruption, flood and mis-management of natural resources cannot be solved without local initiative. We can find the solution of all the problem we can find the solution of problem of&amp;nbsp;satisfied&amp;nbsp;civilisation.&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/17332103-1956565891577577037?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1956565891577577037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1956565891577577037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1956565891577577037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1956565891577577037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/08/problem-of-satisfied-civilisation.html' title='Problem of Satisfied Civilisation'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7495226661965832896</id><published>2011-05-06T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T01:07:01.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening Inside First!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;US nabbed and as said killed Osama...big to small all cadres of people in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; started jumping high on their chairs, ‘why not we can do it?’ Same happens to other issues like solving issues related to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bhopal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; tragedy, disclosure of black money in foreign banks, getting permanent seat in UN Security Council etc etc. We always keep on complaining that others are not listening to us even though we are big enough country atleast in terms of number to not to be ignored. Well, we have been crying and will keep crying as its now part of our culture. But amazingly we never try to ask the same question from us that are we listening to our own people and acting on those grounds where we and only we are suppose to act? After independence of more than half of the decade we still living with problem of hunger, homelessness, illiteracy, corruption at all level, discrimination based on every fringe of society and all that which stops the common man to live a common life! We are simple pointing fingers on others without looking on us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; first needs to make its own bones and veins strong to let the world understand its capabilities and without which all outcries are just an attempt to remove sour out of throat. &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/17332103-7495226661965832896?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7495226661965832896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7495226661965832896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7495226661965832896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7495226661965832896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/05/listening-inside-first.html' title='Listening Inside First!'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-4353126993934655728</id><published>2011-04-23T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:55:06.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax you are Secular!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It was Good Friday here in NL so as was in India; Chirstians are majority here in NL and very-less in India; But it was working day here in NL and holiday in India. Every little reason in India converts into public holiday..someone born, somebody died..and if nothing let all take a bath n a holiday for that. And if anything do for masses is give them a reason for holiday. India as a country of religious diversity its amazingly stupid that a reason for holiday for merely 1-3% of the population stops the work life of 97% and&amp;nbsp;they all don't work for no reason. As a country if it is tried to&amp;nbsp;be reasionable and stop it, its going to be a big debate. &amp;nbsp;People trying for it will be labelled communal, not respecting other religion. Its a big mess where workmanship is less preached than religion..so just relax you got to be secular!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-4353126993934655728?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4353126993934655728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=4353126993934655728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4353126993934655728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4353126993934655728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/04/relax-you-are-secular.html' title='Relax you are Secular!'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1002886786726803780</id><published>2011-04-17T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:36:43.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Richer Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;We all want to be rich; even those with all form of richness want to be even more rich. Some find it in material world, some in spiritual. And it comes on the cost of all the moment you would have lived without the desire of that richness. So is that the real richness we want for our life...my answer is certainly no. Life is a journey and if that whole journey is not rich, no other form of richness can give that satisfaction. But what is that richness? In my eyes, is the feeling of living our present in full and a conserved memories of past for every single thing you did to make life beautiful. And that richness is always a journey, where you feel the riches of life in form all what you have gone and going through. It sounds very spiritual but in my version its more like living yourself in more&amp;nbsp;consciousness; nothing more! without any additions or reduction in the current life form...just to enjoy the richer journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-1002886786726803780?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1002886786726803780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1002886786726803780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1002886786726803780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1002886786726803780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/04/richer-journey.html' title='The Richer Journey'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1909051385707668856</id><published>2011-04-10T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:34:21.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The spirit of giving all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Saw an interview of AR Rahman, this morning on NDTV. It was like&amp;nbsp;listening&amp;nbsp;to my own vision for life although much more to be done to live that vision in me as I am not a&amp;nbsp;legend (btw I don't need to tell that either ).&amp;nbsp;He was talking about the artistic need for &lt;i&gt;distruction of self ego&lt;/i&gt; which I believe to be as much needed in anyother walk of life. I think there is a very thin line between pride and proud. The pride is very much needed for any quality creation but nothing can be as toxic as being proud as it very soon takes your control out of you. The other important thing I liked was when he spoke about the readiness to give and its importance for sustained richness in professional&amp;nbsp;achievement. &lt;i&gt;The&amp;nbsp;more you give the more you get &lt;/i&gt;should also be mantra for life, because if we just try to retain the knowledge or skill we have in ourself within us, it is going to make us&amp;nbsp;stagnant. Unless we leave the previous ground we can never move to the next ground, the common physical&amp;nbsp;phenomena we see n do every day. All we need to understand that, same is true even for the other parts of life also. Believe in you, your luck-destiny-thrust whatever you feel-like, and give away your current best to move forward..you will get next best and don't stop there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-1909051385707668856?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.ndtv.com/video/player/news/ar-rahman-the-spirit-of-music/196157' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1909051385707668856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1909051385707668856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1909051385707668856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1909051385707668856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/04/spirit-of-giving-all.html' title='The spirit of giving all'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-8464087022145904705</id><published>2011-03-13T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:56:47.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and the realities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sitting on San Francisco Airport for the way back to Amsterdam. It was&amp;nbsp;amazing&amp;nbsp;experience with lot of learning, fun and syndication. The idea of Think Big was&amp;nbsp;reflecting&amp;nbsp;everywhere in Silicon valley in form of&amp;nbsp;entrepreneur&amp;nbsp;implementing&amp;nbsp;every crappy to wonderful ideas at big scale. Same time, it was also an opportunity to see the&amp;nbsp;shallowness&amp;nbsp;of big American dream and culture. Lot of people where lying in streets and surprisingly much more elderly people on&amp;nbsp;Friday&amp;nbsp;nights begging when rest of the city of which I was also part was trying to explore night-life of San Francisco. The big rift between the two parts of same society exists unlike any part of world despite of huge money flow in the system. Whatever, my feeling for now is that, although whole lot of realities and dreams of life are waiting on the other side of the ocean, San Francisco we will meet again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-8464087022145904705?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8464087022145904705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=8464087022145904705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/8464087022145904705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/8464087022145904705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreams-and-realities.html' title='Dreams and the realities'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-4993995802007471712</id><published>2011-03-06T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:12:37.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally in Valley of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So finally i reached to Silicon Valley after a year later than expected. But, year later than never, and my&amp;nbsp;entrepreneurial&amp;nbsp;spirit got a boost with the feeling that,&amp;nbsp;success&amp;nbsp;may come late but it does comes we don't give up. Only that its not like last year for me, was not so excited right from start as&amp;nbsp;uncertainties were lingering more&amp;nbsp;than &amp;nbsp;feeling of being here if I succeed from past year experience. But whatever, once I am here I can feel it happened really and my real dreams for life would not be dreams always n I am not far from them either if I would be&amp;nbsp;persistent towards them.&amp;nbsp;The valley boy still needs to emerge, and coming days will give some more lessons and&amp;nbsp;energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-4993995802007471712?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4993995802007471712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=4993995802007471712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4993995802007471712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4993995802007471712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/03/finally-in-valley-of-dreams.html' title='Finally in Valley of Dreams'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-3662515604753234941</id><published>2011-01-12T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:16:22.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunch of Buggers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cultural diversity isn't something to be proud. It shows how u historically failed to develop infrastructure to bring cultural fusion. It was a thought from one of my friend on facebook which was an open discussion thereafter with lot of counter-acting comments. It is quite thought provoking for me too also because only few weeks back I had read “2 States” by Chetan Bhagat. Whatever, I was somehow very much agreed to the thought and also because of my understanding of the cultural diversity and current exposure to the western society, which makes me think that. The whole concept of diversity not just exists because of geographical but social regions. We in India although are very social, our priorities and actions in life are not governed by personal expectations from life and basic Maslow’s needs but are controlled by others dreams and social rules. So, there are more walls than bridges. Historically because of some driven interests and comfort of choosing less-challenging path have not just thicken these walls but also made more and more inside. This social behaviour is exactly opposite in the western open society concept which is somehow more challenging but more realistic with respect to acceptance of basic human needs. And so diversities are not controlled by social limits but just local conditions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, western influence is increasing in india. But its important for our societies under transition to understand there is something more to learn from west beyond McDonalds, Pepsi, Pizza, Rock music and all…we need whole lot of buggers across the society who are convinced that lame-old rules are needed to be broken, some new are to be established to give a fresh breath for society. Its a process and somewhere it has started too...&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/17332103-3662515604753234941?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3662515604753234941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=3662515604753234941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3662515604753234941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3662515604753234941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2011/01/bunch-of-buggers.html' title='Bunch of Buggers!'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2170778011424817312</id><published>2010-12-16T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:42:38.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hope and the faith</title><content type='html'>It was late night at Belgium Bar with friends in Delft, just like any other nightout there. We were all high after couple of drinks when a guy came to table and offered a game in chess. My friends who were already looking for a reason for the next drinks pushed me saying, come'on you are an Indian, we know you guys play chess, you have to play! I don't understand who invented this bad idea of chess in pub, but whatever, the game started with one guy on alcohol and other on cola...yes, the clever fellow was himself sipping cola! but somehow beer lubricated my mind or the other guy was insanely tipsy on cola itself that I had to guide him and tell that take care you will loose your key players on board. It continued till he got benefits of constantly raising alcohol level because of my drink and instantly collected mine like a child! well I opened my eyes first time in game to play and gave a mate after a little trouble. The cola man got up from his seat saying, Man you spoiled my night, nobody defeated me here before..how you did? I&amp;nbsp;sincerely&amp;nbsp;doubt his claim but other side effect of alcohol appeared and I spoke my heart. I said, Man, you know what is hope and what is faith? you had a lot of hope on others to loose but no faith on self that you will win! I had only that and I won it despite of loosing all my majors in game...just have it you will not loose next time.&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 3 and we returned flying back home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2170778011424817312?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2170778011424817312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2170778011424817312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2170778011424817312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2170778011424817312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/12/hope-and-faith.html' title='The hope and the faith'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-8053425811305427277</id><published>2010-11-20T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:47:17.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why India lacks innovation</title><content type='html'>Corruptions&amp;nbsp;news are hot cakes for news channels to keep them running and these stories are been watched nothing different from the 24 hr Ramanyan display anymore. But behind this all&amp;nbsp;corruption&amp;nbsp;and money, a huge social pull-back is also there which brings a question. What is happening, why we don't have innovation except in the field of&amp;nbsp;corruption. After&amp;nbsp;globalization, enormous amount of money has flooded in India; a lot people touched it and lot rest atleast smelled it. This smellers lot is the middle class of India, which is ready to be rich at any cost. In any nation this is the class which drives the wheel of innovation, by daring to look the world in a different&amp;nbsp;perspective. A sense of nothing to loose and to gain the real&amp;nbsp;vigor&amp;nbsp;of life brings the thrust in it. But this is not working in India as it should be. Lot of easy money has come and along with the shine of money, which has spread a puesdo supply-demand equations. Surprised to see a country where only few decades back majority of people were living all life to improve the afterlife are busy ironically turned otherway around.  Kabir has summed it up all in two lines, ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;Kanak kanak te sau guni, madhakta adhikay.&lt;br /&gt;Ja khaye boraye nar ba paye boray.&lt;br /&gt;(Gold/riches are a hundred times more addictive than drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Drugs make us crazy only when ingested, but riches, merely by having them).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-8053425811305427277?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8053425811305427277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=8053425811305427277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/8053425811305427277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/8053425811305427277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-india-lacks-innovation.html' title='Why India lacks innovation'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-4460742112518370853</id><published>2010-11-20T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:29:31.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no India...</title><content type='html'>Even outside India very often i get the feeling why India not to be called as a country. People should be allowed to better put their state stamps on their passport to workout the sick mind. One year of my stay here I saw so many marathis, gujjus, u.p. waale bhaiya and all, and I'm surprised how they manage to retain their&amp;nbsp;individuality&amp;nbsp;so well after staying so far and long from their&amp;nbsp;areas&amp;nbsp;where the real poison exists! A chennai-anna last week in a gathering almost jumped looking at me, with&amp;nbsp;excitement and asked "chennaiiya???" and as soon I said no! Banaras and he almost ran away, never asked me for anything else beyond that! But it was just one of the case. We are apprehensive to talk about it mostly but somehow it exists and keep looking for its opportunity to grow. I don't know how much national integrity matters for these people but surely, its something which i feel should wait for a crisis-time like war to prove ourselves as a country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-4460742112518370853?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4460742112518370853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=4460742112518370853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4460742112518370853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4460742112518370853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-is-no-india.html' title='There is no India...'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2162734247219509841</id><published>2010-11-07T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:09:01.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krishna Himself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been listening lot of&amp;nbsp;philosophies&amp;nbsp;from Hindu Religion and about what Lord Krishna said, but it was first time when I was so much&amp;nbsp;frustrated. Well before going itself&amp;nbsp;to ISKCON here in Amsterdam&amp;nbsp;, I had no high opinion except that for the food but it will be so&amp;nbsp;ridiculing, i couldn't imagine. While entry there was a&amp;nbsp;musical&amp;nbsp;performance in don't know which language out of which I only grabbed Hare-Rama-Hare-Krishna-Krishna-Krishna-Hare Hare. But, whatever it was from full&amp;nbsp;devotion and so was good to listen. After that Mr. GodMan came. I have no other words for him as he was as sure as Krishna himself were there in his words. So, Mr. GodMan started talking about Krishna putting himself as example bringing redlight district and pleasure of&amp;nbsp;marijuana&amp;nbsp;in context to explain his high thought. But the worst came when finally he tried to be Obama and told&amp;nbsp;audience&amp;nbsp;to ask questions&amp;nbsp;and somebody asked him about form of GOD and the shapelessness or not? He turned on fire! saying people who believe that Deity can be an inobject are rascals! I was shocked..atleast a so called Swami shall refrain from such language. After that he spread somemore bullshit but I was immune by that time. We as a common man, who never preach on Dharma also are taught from the childhood about the Sakaar-Bramh and the Nirakaar-Bramh. We know it from heart that its the state of union-ness to the&amp;nbsp;supreme not a&amp;nbsp;antonym. It so obvious and simple Hindu&amp;nbsp;phylosophy which anyone who claims himself to be Swami must be knowing and should have explained like that only, but it was not! I recalled a line from Bertrand Russell a british phylosopher after longtime between this all, "The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubt"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2162734247219509841?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2162734247219509841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2162734247219509841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2162734247219509841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2162734247219509841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/11/krishna-himself.html' title='Krishna Himself'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6368292391625203818</id><published>2010-10-23T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T12:50:01.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more Dham: Amster-dham</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The journey which started from 81, harikeshpura has reached to a new city Amsterdam. I could have written this before but it was like a transit stay in the city&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;before in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a longer journey which started right from Delft to Mau. But&amp;nbsp;between&amp;nbsp;these days lot of people whom I said that I stay in Amsterdam, were amazed to listen. Nothing different, I also used to think the same, but now when I'm here its time to&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;how much it was true. Atleast in the&amp;nbsp;initial walk around the city I didn't see anything&amp;nbsp;surprising. The perception so far is the city, which is same as any other Dutch city with a little more crowd being capital.&amp;nbsp;But, as it is said there is much depth in the sea, and making a guess from the shore is waste, lets see how its goes before I move to my next Dham (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;abode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6368292391625203818?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6368292391625203818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6368292391625203818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6368292391625203818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6368292391625203818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-more-dham-amster-dham.html' title='One more Dham: Amster-dham'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-3544644015909350153</id><published>2010-10-23T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:23:11.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>दिन ..महीने ..साल..</title><content type='html'>हिंदी-अंग्रेजी कैलेंडरों के झगड़े के बीच मम्मी के बिना एक साल पूरा होने का कार्यक्रम भी पूरा हो गया अग्रेजी कैलंडर से ३ दिन खिसक कर|खिसक कर ही सही, इसके सिरे से जुड़े हम सब घर में बहुत दिनों बाद इकठ्ठा हुए| चीजें काफी कुछ बदली भी थी और कहीं नहीं भी...घर के अंदर मम्मी के मोर्चे को बड़ी भाभी ने सम्भाल लिया था और उसी अंदाज में पहुचते ही गेहूं के ड्रमों में चल रही घुनो की पार्टी में रुकावट पैदा करना शुरू कर दिया| घर के बाहर, शहर में बदलाव के नाम पर मोबाइल क्रांति ऐसे आ गयी थी जैसे धीरू भाई का सपना पूरा करने का ठेका मऊ शहर ने ही ले रक्खा हो| और बाकी सिस्टम का क्या पूछना, बैंक और एटीएम् ऐसे थे जैसे वहाँ सब गरीबी रेखा का राशन कार्ड लिए खड़े हो, और गाँधी जी की शक्ल वाले कागज फ्री में मिलने वाले हों..लगे रहो लाइन में! (कागज ही उचित शब्द है क्यूँ की निकलने के बाद तो वो ऐसे तोड़े-मरोड़े जाने वाला है की वो अपने करेंसी बिल होने की फीलिंग बनिए की दुकान पर ही कर पायेगा)| और जो बात नहीं बदली थी उनमे से एक है हम लोगों का खेत और उसकी निगरानी पद्धति...हमारे छुटपन से लेकर इस बार तक, हर मुलाकात में अपने जल्दी ही मरने का दावा करती हम लोगों का खेत देखने वाली, अभी भी उसी लगन से अपने से अगर कुछ बचा तो बतौर एहसान घर पंहुचा रही है| इन सब के बीच हम लोग भी अपनी पहचान से जुड़े उस घर में बदलाव का हिस्सा ही थे, जो वैसे तो सन्नाटे से भरा रहता है, उन दिनों आबाद था|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-3544644015909350153?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3544644015909350153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=3544644015909350153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3544644015909350153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3544644015909350153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='दिन ..महीने ..साल..'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-9014450013145927394</id><published>2010-08-08T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T12:04:59.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams &amp; The Dustbin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TF6uGQ6XDpI/AAAAAAAAEAc/7iY1UeNiinE/s1600/wasted-potential.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TF6uGQ6XDpI/AAAAAAAAEAc/7iY1UeNiinE/s320/wasted-potential.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In India, street rag pickers are common phenomenon, and their survival need level matches with the cost of waste, which let them feel that their basic needs are fulfilled. But, there is also a big class with a slightly different next level of need. The class with wish for... a fridge which is more than big enough, a washing machine with latest technology (although available supporting infrastructure are ignored in that dream) and a big screen TV which would have best if it were LCD, and so on... &amp;nbsp;This thought came in my mind after seeing one such big size LCD tv and washing machine near a bin this morning. It was nothing new&amp;nbsp;observation&amp;nbsp;for me in last one year, but a thought also floats in mind! how much a waste to one matches with the need of next. Only that, sometime they are geographically&amp;nbsp;together, sometime they're apart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ep9MFiWXR8M?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-9014450013145927394?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9014450013145927394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=9014450013145927394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/9014450013145927394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/9014450013145927394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams-dustbin.html' title='Dreams &amp; The Dustbin!'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TF6uGQ6XDpI/AAAAAAAAEAc/7iY1UeNiinE/s72-c/wasted-potential.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6758153747591384767</id><published>2010-07-03T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T14:33:51.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not we..</title><content type='html'>After two WW-II movies today and between daily news of life and death game in naxalite areas in India, the question of value of life and its purpose, pokes me. Why people in countries like us don't dare to stand and speak the truth, live-and-die for it. The world war destroyed major&amp;nbsp;Europe&amp;nbsp;and deleted two cities of Japan but they all emerged out of it, to be even more&amp;nbsp;lustrous&amp;nbsp;than before, but then why we didn't even though we were not so bad. And the mind puts several assumptions, probably we never saw the real pain as a nation to build as a nation; we never realised the glory of victory in last 2000 years of recorded history to cherish and sustain it; we chose wrong&amp;nbsp;hero&amp;nbsp;and ideal in history, which never let us be&amp;nbsp;aggressive&amp;nbsp;to live our dream (atleast I hope nobody dreams of living in the sick system even if he/she is sick to react against it). The big elephant is sleeping...needs to wake up before its too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6758153747591384767?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6758153747591384767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6758153747591384767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6758153747591384767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6758153747591384767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-not-we.html' title='Why not we..'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7258379978555838644</id><published>2010-06-29T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:01:28.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Dutch way...</title><content type='html'>We have common punchline in India, "&lt;i&gt;Hum Kamate Kyun Hain, Khane ke Liye!&lt;/i&gt;", but looking into the dutch way of living and especially food system, its doesn't seems so obvious. Noticing this for last couple of months, locals with a&amp;nbsp;poly-bag&amp;nbsp;containing a banana, a apple. 3-4 pcs of bread with some cheese or hem. in their hand riding to the workplace. I looks amazing to even to a person like me who is not so&amp;nbsp;tongue&amp;nbsp;twister in Indian context that how you can live with so dry looking meal and thats too everyday with very limited variation.!! Whatever, its also gives their indication of work-centered lifestyle not the food centered. Having a limited vision of these individual lives I can't give the wholistic view of a dutch living but I know that, when its time to rest they also enjoy the moment to the best...managing their life to the most. Thats just life, we say here, "dutch people rule nature".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7258379978555838644?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7258379978555838644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7258379978555838644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7258379978555838644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7258379978555838644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-dutch-way.html' title='In Dutch way...'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1883970894518049492</id><published>2010-06-03T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:52:35.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medal of Poverty</title><content type='html'>Was watching a TV report on a news channel, how people are trying to hide their assets which are being accounted in the current census. There is amazing psychology working behind the whole action. Already the benefits provided by the&amp;nbsp;government&amp;nbsp;to the poor have less&amp;nbsp;effectively&amp;nbsp;reached to the ground, those who have been getting it want to keep getting it life long as if they deserve nothing better than that! The&amp;nbsp;disclosure&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;assets which has improved may cease their&amp;nbsp;eligibility&amp;nbsp;to get benefits given by government. In such circumstances how they can let it happen...they are trying their best to save their medal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-1883970894518049492?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1883970894518049492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1883970894518049492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1883970894518049492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1883970894518049492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/medal-of-poverty.html' title='Medal of Poverty'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-9120814005620058984</id><published>2010-05-31T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T10:23:13.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Eye</title><content type='html'>Posted a small video from movie Swadesh last night on facebook where a &amp;nbsp;child is selling water; with a thought that our governments assume to achieve developed country status by 2020 even though this lies in reality. In response I got a mail from my friend this morning equally worried saying, 'yes, don't know how much water will be there by 2020!'. It left me surprised and annoyed, his&amp;nbsp;in-sensitiveness. Any stupid technology can solve the whole water problem all of sudden someday, but what about life! lives of hundred and thousands of children who don't get a chance to shine when it was the their time. And no technology, any-day any-how can bring that time back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-9120814005620058984?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9120814005620058984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=9120814005620058984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/9120814005620058984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/9120814005620058984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/different-eye.html' title='A Different Eye'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6214291148292530753</id><published>2010-05-28T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:08:57.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking to the Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TAKoqmKCyxI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/y6ClARkGqSM/s320/IMG_4345.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How crazy it would be if you say, its nice weather lets go to the beach in city next by bicycle!&amp;nbsp;At least, in India I can't imagine, but that what I did today here in&amp;nbsp;Netherlands. &amp;nbsp;Sitting in the office in a nice sunny weekend was boring and in a moment me and my flatmate decided to bunk the office to go to Scheveningen beach in Den-Haag, the city next to Delft. We biked all across city getting lost and finding path to the place. It was a&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;experience in my words because we were lost several time. The real fun lies always in exploring...walking on known path has no fun. Anyway we reached somehow to Kijkduin beach (changed our mind on the way) seeing all the&amp;nbsp;beauties&amp;nbsp;on the way and now thoughtlessly lying on the beach watching sun going down in the sea slowly, ships going one by one far away! few hours of carelessness ended with ended with the thought that we have to go since we don't have lights in our bikes...one thing without which you are not allowed to ride bicycles here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6214291148292530753?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://picasaweb.google.com/asheesh22/DenHague?feat=directlink' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6214291148292530753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6214291148292530753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6214291148292530753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6214291148292530753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/biking-to-sunset.html' title='Biking to the Sunset'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TAKoqmKCyxI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/y6ClARkGqSM/s72-c/IMG_4345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7997339178788705824</id><published>2010-05-26T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:03:39.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconut Loyalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S_39y9B1QJI/AAAAAAAADzc/Mhl7mjOH73c/s1600/13052010(078).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S_39y9B1QJI/AAAAAAAADzc/Mhl7mjOH73c/s320/13052010(078).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My&amp;nbsp;flat-mate's&amp;nbsp;parents were here last week, so was a bigger India&amp;nbsp;in our house. Got some Indian flavour after long time which they brought with them and also the&amp;nbsp;fragrance&amp;nbsp;of the culture. I was forgetting the experience with my South&amp;nbsp;Indian&amp;nbsp;room-mates&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;Hyderabad,&amp;nbsp;how they used you live in a high pitch world of communication; got refreshed.&amp;nbsp;Struggled&amp;nbsp;to sleep everyday in their&amp;nbsp;presence...but it was just one challenge.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I was there for one of their sight-seeing with them and went to the Tulip gardens. We went inside, roam around and then we were on a shop were they wanted to buy something to eat...they asked for icecream and there came the&amp;nbsp;loyalty. They reject whole&amp;nbsp;ice-cream&amp;nbsp;expertise of the region with one simple demand, "do you have coconut flavour?...no! then we don't want it". I was enjoying the talk..typical&amp;nbsp;Indian-ness!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7997339178788705824?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7997339178788705824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7997339178788705824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7997339178788705824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7997339178788705824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/coconut-loyalty.html' title='Coconut Loyalty'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S_39y9B1QJI/AAAAAAAADzc/Mhl7mjOH73c/s72-c/13052010(078).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-4206590391983217935</id><published>2010-05-16T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:42:55.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Statistically loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Just from a random thought from Google’s idea of collecting most popular key words found that number of hits for Love as a keyword gets about 1,340,000,000 results while for Hatred is only about 15,100,000 results. So, statistically almost 89 times more demanding than hate.&lt;/span&gt; There's a big market sitting over it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-4206590391983217935?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4206590391983217935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=4206590391983217935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4206590391983217935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4206590391983217935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/statistically-loved.html' title='Statistically loved'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1058732253772763721</id><published>2010-05-11T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:03:10.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What it mean to be...</title><content type='html'>Life is a examination...everyone says and don't know how correct it is to say as we are surely surrounded by a lot of questions, but few of them find their answer and most never ever. I think you are never a successful living being just because you solved lot many questions out of them but, it remains with how happy you are with minimum number of answers you have.&amp;nbsp;Knowledge&amp;nbsp;space has no boundaries and ambitions have no heights to achieve what it remains is where you are going say, I am done! its not so simple either as&amp;nbsp;little&amp;nbsp;less is a cowards life and little more is a cowboy's. Venturing life to achieve its best is also an art, undefinable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-1058732253772763721?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1058732253772763721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1058732253772763721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1058732253772763721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1058732253772763721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-it-mean-to-be.html' title='What it mean to be...'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1878121526181195958</id><published>2010-05-02T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:28:46.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond names</title><content type='html'>Last weekend went partying, with a good night in The Hague and a bad day in Amsterdam. But in between I just wanted to share the lessons I got before and between these days, which reflect the partying culture here. I don't know learn't is right word or not since I didn't adopt most of them but this happens to others lessons of life too, only few qualify to get adopted. Anyway so few of them were like...bathing in morning is a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Superstition&amp;nbsp;we carry since birth in India...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;even though you have not bath..you are fresh, its all about how you feel yourself...otherwise you will be bathing whole day. Next one is, even though you are boosed you are not drunk....so carryon...but next day if you have hangover don't panic, take it easy have one more beer you will be OK!!!!! and during parties a common sentence between smokers...lets do something useful, lets make a joint (its a kindof handmade&amp;nbsp;cigarette&amp;nbsp;with weeds)....lol what a usefulness in life!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally to leave these lessons unquestionable the last lesson, life is beautiful...beauty lies in the eyes of beholder...so your eyes are you own and keep it with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-1878121526181195958?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1878121526181195958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1878121526181195958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1878121526181195958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1878121526181195958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/beyond-names.html' title='Beyond names'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-3086540717804346673</id><published>2010-04-14T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:08:31.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solving Ego</title><content type='html'>Working on different projects in my program now a day..trying to define scope and deliver the solutions for every, but the problem state is mostly more of individual than by the system itself. Perception of problem and application of his/her knowledge somehow to show the participation in the whole process shows how human factor controls the problem statement. And through this finally, even the solution being delivered is guided...so the whole solution process remains nothing more that ego solving efforts by different people in the process and solution become object oriented than the process oriented...delivering compromise reports!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-3086540717804346673?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3086540717804346673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=3086540717804346673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3086540717804346673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3086540717804346673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/solving-ego.html' title='Solving Ego'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6139616262933897612</id><published>2010-04-02T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:21:25.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Truth</title><content type='html'>Completed 6 months also after mummy, roaming around to find my goal and live her values. Bhagwad Gita still guiding as usual as before, not letting me down. Saying stay focus on your purpose, don't worry about success and failure, keep going...there is no happiness or grief, no profit or loss. Perform because its nature of human, not because what will be result of work, rather I or anyone in this world has no choice to stop from deed, only what I can do is, to make a choice of one. If the deed is beyond the dire of failure and happiness of success you can give your best to it. My mother kept teaching us whole life without reference...hope I understand it now to follow it ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6139616262933897612?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6139616262933897612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6139616262933897612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6139616262933897612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6139616262933897612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/endless-truth.html' title='Endless Truth'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2394968334595970094</id><published>2010-04-01T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:50:29.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in Lilliput</title><content type='html'>Facing too many problem now a day because of communications and speech now a day. Some say, I speak too fast for them to understand, some don't even try to understand and reject the argument even before I finish. In such a situation I keep&amp;nbsp;scratching&amp;nbsp;my head that its a problem of aptitude or attitude. The more I try to be like them the more I get a feeling of being pushed out of ring. Things I hate most, appearing in worst form and all I get is the space to smile and walk-out or hate them. I adopt the first way but lets see how long it can be&amp;nbsp;worked&amp;nbsp;out like this. I can't cut my legs to be shorter like them and can't make them taller either! hope to get a compromise between all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2394968334595970094?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2394968334595970094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2394968334595970094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2394968334595970094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2394968334595970094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/living-with-lilliputs.html' title='Living in Lilliput'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-5400588992380944535</id><published>2010-03-20T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:54:00.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Organised Chaos</title><content type='html'>My idea of creativity lies in the chaos of everyday but really feel jealous when I see people who can organise their creativity to come out with an innovation. I never understood how they do it, how someone can plan a natural flow...something like water, something like love, something like art- a poem...every bit looks so hard to me when I try to fix my self in such pictures. And finally feel I am better a engineer, 'm not blessed enough, can never organise my chaos...can never be an innovator...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-5400588992380944535?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5400588992380944535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=5400588992380944535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5400588992380944535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5400588992380944535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/03/organised-chaos.html' title='Organised Chaos'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6637913690501473389</id><published>2010-03-20T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:27:06.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No where in Silicon Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Its 201st blog entry on my blog and if this morning I had left for Silicon Valley, this might had comeout with&amp;nbsp;some other&amp;nbsp;thoughts when I had been there. Anyway, the whole incidence or the accident gave some&amp;nbsp;lessons&amp;nbsp;for the life which can be shared. The whole process and events to get to silicon valley was although a very nice experience with course classes with really enthusiastic and intelligent people but the process of going to silicon valley needed VISA to US which was the most pathetic part of it. We all see the US system of&amp;nbsp;deceitful response to terrorism, identifying it not by what has been done, but who has done; saving David Hadely in their own&amp;nbsp;country&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;destroyed&amp;nbsp;whole&amp;nbsp;Iraq&amp;nbsp;for getting one person. Truth be told, lessons be learnt, before the day when I will be there to make my mark...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/17332103-6637913690501473389?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6637913690501473389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6637913690501473389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6637913690501473389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6637913690501473389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-where-in-silicon-valley.html' title='No where in Silicon Valley'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2609584394019455442</id><published>2010-03-12T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:08:18.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Confidentiality Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S5tVQE_7clI/AAAAAAAADb8/ANgVsoSxEvU/s1600-h/locksmith_color_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S5tVQE_7clI/AAAAAAAADb8/ANgVsoSxEvU/s200/locksmith_color_web.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The innovation bug is most often seen in society where people try to look different try something innovative, something different but I came across a new bug here, the Confidentiality Bug...People want to keep every shit of information as confidential, with belief who knows someday will become important. Living and working in open&amp;nbsp;environment&amp;nbsp;of India where all sort of knowledge was Open Source, I never realised that we need to start a&amp;nbsp;campaign for getting things in public domain. Working in a socialist country here in&amp;nbsp;Holland&amp;nbsp;I presumed that this&amp;nbsp;openness&amp;nbsp;will be even more as it reflects in&amp;nbsp;societal get-up and culture but its completely other way round atleast in science and technology domain. My perception towards science is that its a united effort of mankind to unlock the codes of nature to help the mankind...then what is the meaning of second confidential clause...are we just trying to change the owner of lock!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2609584394019455442?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2609584394019455442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2609584394019455442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2609584394019455442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2609584394019455442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/03/confidentiality-bug.html' title='The Confidentiality Bug'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S5tVQE_7clI/AAAAAAAADb8/ANgVsoSxEvU/s72-c/locksmith_color_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-5697721046387705429</id><published>2010-03-06T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T04:04:50.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>अभी कल ही तो था...</title><content type='html'>पीछे घूम कर कभी सोचता हूँ तो अजीब सा एहसास होता है..सब कुछ अभी कल ही तो था, कल ही तो हम सब भूसे वाली कोठारी में पकते आमों पर नजरें जमाये बैठे थे, कल ही तो हमारे घर फ्रीज आई थी और ख़ुशी के मारे हम सब सर्दी&amp;nbsp;में भी बरफ खा रहे थे, कल ही तो घर की आलमारी में लाइब्रेरी बना रहे थे जिनमें ज्यादा तर किताबें हम सब के हाथों की सफाई से हासिल थीं, बगल के कमरे की एक आलमारी जिसमे हमसब अपनी-अपनी&amp;nbsp;इंजीनियरिंग स्किल के प्रदर्शन करते हुए की&amp;nbsp;तोड़फोड़ का सामान&amp;nbsp;संग्रह कर रही थे, &amp;nbsp;घर में कंप्यूटर खरीदने के लिए झिकझिक कर रहे थे, घर में इनवर्टर लगा और उस अंधकार युग का अंत हुआ जिसमे हम लैम्प में पढाई कम और फतिंगे ज्यादा जलाते थे...और जाने कितनी ही बातें जो हम सब से जुड़ी हैं&amp;nbsp;...सब कुछ इतनी तेजी से बदला सा लगता है जैसे कल ही था...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-5697721046387705429?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5697721046387705429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=5697721046387705429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5697721046387705429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5697721046387705429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='अभी कल ही तो था...'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2254280636549168985</id><published>2010-02-27T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T13:57:50.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Think</title><content type='html'>Working with strange people here. Some have voices some have action and all towards you deserve to have non. Working for my previous job it was like I had a great team dynamics, but here I feel so much isolated and cornered sometime that become reluctant to make opinion even. Competitiveness looks so ugly here that running to achieve some stupid target by all in a very serious moods irritates and&amp;nbsp;frustrates&amp;nbsp;me. We had a project&amp;nbsp;management&amp;nbsp;training some time back where we were told how be not too much goal oriented and stop and think before start working on some assignment, but all perished. It will be great adventure to see what happens in new group projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2254280636549168985?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2254280636549168985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2254280636549168985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2254280636549168985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2254280636549168985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-and-think.html' title='Stop and Think'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6757090574057189592</id><published>2010-02-20T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:34:51.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice for whom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S4ArLTEmGiI/AAAAAAAADa8/XK_Gz54QxK4/s1600-h/sun+divided.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S4ArLTEmGiI/AAAAAAAADa8/XK_Gz54QxK4/s320/sun+divided.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equality for everyone is always the mission statement for all the world philanthropist organisation, but now a day reading about silicon valley, find that the big rift in society has not of sudden evolved. The system of equation of dominance can be understood well by the silicon valley story. This is the story of a thick line of present between the visionary and the followers. The difference of reality between the across of the road worlds in silicon valley. One which contains people who were there to follow their heart and committed to loose themselves for their dream and one on the other side who were their to live their present. The old order of Indian society would have surely evolved in the same fashion which slowly lost its capacity of natural selection and went into inheritance. If we can contain that social equation surely the natural justice is the best justice to bring the equality...and respect to the visionaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6757090574057189592?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6757090574057189592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6757090574057189592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6757090574057189592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6757090574057189592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/justice-for-whom.html' title='Justice for whom'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S4ArLTEmGiI/AAAAAAAADa8/XK_Gz54QxK4/s72-c/sun+divided.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-5218781899406859693</id><published>2010-02-07T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:44:29.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Cross-posting from my Family Blog:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I look back, so far it was probably the most exciting day of my life this day in year 2000! Being youngest amongst all I had never holded a new born baby and it was first time for me. First time, that too of my sister. It was night 9'O clock like something and winter-full-fog was so dense that I can't see my own bicycle front tyre (looks like exaggeration, but it was really like that) when I was going to Fatima hospital. But finally it was such a great feeling to see the baby in a red and yellow sweater coming out of delivery room and grab him for the first time that I forgot everything for a while! found myself busy talking to the new-man between us, till mummy said its already too late...it's going to be like 1'O clock, go back home and relax to return. And I carried that warmth all way back home, which was enough to force-out all fog and cold of that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-5218781899406859693?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5218781899406859693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=5218781899406859693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5218781899406859693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5218781899406859693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/warmth.html' title='Warmth'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7362686352911288595</id><published>2010-01-25T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:41:55.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome for Silicon Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S19vSUjaOmI/AAAAAAAADTI/BmIGeJtDDz4/s1600-h/mainImage_fkxaNAG43h.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S19vSUjaOmI/AAAAAAAADTI/BmIGeJtDDz4/s400/mainImage_fkxaNAG43h.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The entrepreneurial dreams of mine found some more feather today when i started with a new course on learning's from silicon valley, a course to discuss the importance and feasibility of knowledge based culturing. Truth be told, I had no idea how this course was going to help me achieve my dream except that I am going to see the mecca of Entrepreneurs towards the end of the course and that is sufficient to give me energy to drive me enough to the course. The introduction session today has even more fuelled my excitement get into the course. In a fist tight schedule semester, this course is like having a lavish life style in eyes of my some colleagues and superiors but I know they can't live my dreams...they are all mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7362686352911288595?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7362686352911288595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7362686352911288595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7362686352911288595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7362686352911288595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-for-silicon-valley.html' title='Welcome for Silicon Valley'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/S19vSUjaOmI/AAAAAAAADTI/BmIGeJtDDz4/s72-c/mainImage_fkxaNAG43h.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1641838840442941848</id><published>2010-01-24T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T08:44:36.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redefining Ideas</title><content type='html'>Finshed up with my final written exam in semester and ended up in 't Kelderke of the department with couples of drinks and talk. Talk about all nonsense and some stupid world sociology and politics. And there was the discussion or the real pomising idea hunt between all. It was an idea by a girl who in fun mood or seriously i don't know was on what makes love...passion, commitment and friendship and was of view that polyandry is a google idea since no man can give all the three on same time and life goes waste searching for a compromise in the same, if you are really desprate to find the equinoctial point you give up before you end up. It doesn't looks a realistic human idea especiallly in Indian senerio but it surely gives a light on more freedom to the class which is underneath since long time. The idea of romantic love found a new defination in new geography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-1641838840442941848?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1641838840442941848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1641838840442941848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1641838840442941848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1641838840442941848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/redefining-ideas.html' title='Redefining Ideas'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2745011391218913202</id><published>2010-01-02T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:01:19.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>एक और रात, एक और दिन!</title><content type='html'>देखते देखते एक और साल चला गया, कुछ खुशियाँ और कहीं बड़ा गम देकर. मम्मी के बिना आज एक quater भी पूरा हो गया और नए साल में एंट्री धमाकेदार तरीके से भी हो गयी पर ना लक्ष्य बदले हैं, ना प्राथमिकताएं और ना ही चुनौतियाँ. नए साल में उन सब के साथ वैसे ही दो-दो हाथ होने हैं. बस नया साल ये जरूर याद दिला रहा है की समय का पहिया बहुत तेज चल रहा है, इससे पहले की एक और दिन जुड़े औए एक और रात जाए, कुछ करना है उन सब सपनों के लिए जिनके लिए हम जीना चाहते हैं, जिनके साथ हम होना चाहते हैं. पता है की ये सब तब तक ही रहना है जब ये ना दिन होगा ना रात गिनने के लिए...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2745011391218913202?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2745011391218913202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2745011391218913202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2745011391218913202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2745011391218913202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='एक और रात, एक और दिन!'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6912841969504440321</id><published>2009-12-30T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:43:42.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>अच्छा है डच नहीं मैं ...</title><content type='html'>आमतौर पर विदेश में पहुचने के बाद लोगों को वहां कि संस्कृति और सभ्यता में सम्मोहित होते वक़्त नहीं लगता है, कुछ तो अपने हमवतन और उससे जुडी हर चीज को इतनी सफाई से नजर अंदाज़ कर जाते हैं कि जैसे वो कभी उससे कभी जुड़े ही नहीं थे! जो भी हो पर यहाँ पहुचने के ४ महीनों में ही मुझे भारतीय सिस्टम जिसको हम सब आये दिन गाली देते हैं पर कई बार फक्र महसूस हुआ. उसमे सबसे बड़ी बात है हमारे लोगों में पायी जाने वाली सहस्तितव कि भावना. भारी विसमता के होते हुए भी कहीं ना कहीं एक दुसरे से जुड़े हुए होते हैं, पर यहं सब कुछ उल्टा है. सब कुछ फोर्मल है यहाँ, बच्चे माँ-बाप, दोस्त दोस्त से appointment ले कर मिलते हैं और सबसे मजेदार बात ये कि यहाँ तक कि पति-पत्नी भी जब रेस्टुरेंट जाते हैं तो खाना भले ही साथ-साथ खाएं पर बिल अलग-अलग अपना अपना पे करते हैं! ये सब to इनका हाल है और इस बस formalities के बीच व्यवस्था कि पोल तब खुल जाती है जब हम उससे व्यवथा से जुड़ते हैं, उसमे सबसे ताज़ा घटनाएं मेरे लैपटॉप के रिपेयर करने कि कोशिश और होलैंड में मेरा पहली बार हॉस्पिटल का चक्कर लगाने से जुडी हैं. लैपटॉप को जो की यहाँ १५ दिनों के लगातार प्रयास से निराश हो कर जब भारत भेजा तो वहां कुछ दिनों में ही सही कर दिया. और फिर दूसरा तब जब मेरा पैर जिसमे सूजन जो की कम नहीं हो रही थी को लेकर आज जब हॉस्पिटल पंहुचा तो यहाँ से वहां और वहां से यहाँ ढेरों सिस्टम्स के जाल का फांश के फस मैं घंटों लंगड़ाता घूमता रहा, और फिर ये जाने के बाद की कोई टूट-फूट नहीं है, अंततः बिना दावा पाए ही घर लौट आया क्यूँ की दावा चाहिए तोह फिर के चक्कर लगाना पड़ता दूसरी जगह जाने का...और उसकी भी गारंटी नहीं की मिलेगी ही क्यूँ की आम तौर पे डॉक्टर यहाँ घर जा कर आराम करने की ही सलाह देते हैं...धन्य है हम भारतीय हैं...कम से -कम अपना बैक-अप तो अच्छा है...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6912841969504440321?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6912841969504440321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6912841969504440321&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6912841969504440321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6912841969504440321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_30.html' title='अच्छा है डच नहीं मैं ...'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1131704587988093944</id><published>2009-12-29T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:49:42.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>हम क्या चाहते हैं</title><content type='html'>पिछले दिनों घर की सीढ़ी से फिसलने के बाद पैर में आई सूजन ने फिर एक बार मम्मी&amp;nbsp; के दर्द को याद दिलाया. RA के&amp;nbsp; चलते मम्मी को पैर में सूजन  एक आम घटना बन गयी थी हम सबके लिए और जाहिर सी बात हैं की उसके पेन से हम सब अनजान थे या की जान कर भी कुछ हद तक अनजान थे. पर इन सब बातों और दर्द के साथ, जितने के कहीं कम पर मैंने ऑफिस से छुट्टी ले रख्खी है, वो हर रोज ऑफिस और उस बहाने हम सब की सलामती के दरखास्त लिए मंदिर-मंदिर घूमती. भगवन के होने या ना होने के या हो कर भी बेहद निष्ठुर होने की बात में जायें तो उनकी सब दौड़-भाग बेकार जान पड़ती है, जैसा की हम सब को लगती भी थी पर उन सब से अलग उनकी कोशिश उस पूरे दर्द के असर पर प्रश्न अवश्य खड़ा करती है, कि बड़ा दर्द कौन सा, मेरा या तुम्हारा. अपने दर्द के प्रति ऐसी उदासीनता कम से कम ये तो हमें सिखा ही जाती है कि, ये जरूरी नहीं कि हम क्या जानते हैं, जरूरी ये है कि हम क्या चाहते हैं.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-1131704587988093944?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1131704587988093944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1131704587988093944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1131704587988093944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1131704587988093944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='हम क्या चाहते हैं'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1750574632078888006</id><published>2009-12-25T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:06:01.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a B'day Party!</title><content type='html'>Birthday party leaves me surprised, this had never happened to me before. But, it was really something different, different enough to surprise any Indian atleast. With a knowledge that one of our colleague has birthday today and wants us to be there in a bar in city-center (nothing odd if you know you are in west) we all went there after office. Party was good and we enjoyed our drinks and company of each-other for the evening but then it was time to go. Time to go but the surprise to come, and the surprise of, the way it was all ending. Everyone, took out his wallet and started paying for their drinks, n I was looking it all amazed and stunned..completely clueless, "whats this, it was a party by someone only sometime back!!!". Anyway, me too paid and walked out, but later only come to know that, this is the way they party...u have to choose your drinks, have it...n then pay for your drinks and leave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-1750574632078888006?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1750574632078888006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1750574632078888006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1750574632078888006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1750574632078888006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-bday-party.html' title='It was a B&apos;day Party!'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7829634285887221822</id><published>2009-12-24T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:53:58.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In coherent thought still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/SzPwW3N8fmI/AAAAAAAABOk/ADrQRgSMwVw/s1600-h/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/SzPwW3N8fmI/AAAAAAAABOk/ADrQRgSMwVw/s400/shadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418939052227067490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not a single morning still starts without my mothers thought...every day eye-opener thought! why we she left so early, if I had done this she may be there, If I had done that it all would have never happened! n so on the infinite possibilities... I don't want to dissociate myself from her, neither forget her, but the tearful mornings are ending in no energy for our shared dream! I am normal to everyone around now, much more as before...but hate to be intimate to anyone! especially when they try to show them caring me...I ain't ready to allow anyone to puncher the layer of last soft memories of my mother anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7829634285887221822?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7829634285887221822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7829634285887221822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7829634285887221822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7829634285887221822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-coherent-thought-still.html' title='In coherent thought still'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/SzPwW3N8fmI/AAAAAAAABOk/ADrQRgSMwVw/s72-c/shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6627706633904954534</id><published>2009-12-03T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:09:50.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the Gap!</title><content type='html'>Days going pulse counter like fast, with every instance to find it's value. Our reason to be here is certainly not an heavenly error or outcome of some natural disaster; is even though not a planned looks -like space, but it needs us to be planned atleast, an organized crowd, a civilization or a society! Inherently our actions are so much beyond reasons that, we have neither a reason to walk nor to stop...but we all have been running the same race, with thats the only reason for it to be; race which fuses off somewhere suddenly and co-runners keep their self running with to a distance back glance to feel the gap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6627706633904954534?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6627706633904954534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6627706633904954534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6627706633904954534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6627706633904954534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/feel-gap.html' title='Feel the Gap!'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-3082002710219043278</id><published>2009-11-30T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:25:11.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father of Undivided India</title><content type='html'>Read Nathuram's last &lt;a href="http://www.vijayvaani.com/FrmPublicDisplayArticle.aspx?id=365"&gt;speech&lt;/a&gt; today and had seen "&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJsyiXfHQRQ"&gt;Mee Nathuram Godse Boltoy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" some days back, it was all a great experience of looking back in history towards the martyrs of India who sacrificied their life for their ideoligies. History can't be re-written if said correctly, but the history we learn through our books right from schools looks to be highly influenced and biased by governing people. A very promising line of play saying, "he is ready to live for his values, and I am ready to die for mine.' Our history has tried to ignore all those people who struggled and died for there values, which would have made a undivided India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-3082002710219043278?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3082002710219043278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=3082002710219043278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3082002710219043278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3082002710219043278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/father-of-undivided-india.html' title='Father of Undivided India'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7268056301005169129</id><published>2009-11-20T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:12:21.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight for Sustainable</title><content type='html'>An interesting fact came across today during the lecture, which says the thing which has contributed most to the Art and Aesthetics is love and the most for Science and Technology is war. No doubt that their is no way to put the love and the war on same table, but for a time been it gives war a acceptable place in society; society which taps their back for excellent development but the actual divining force is anti-social...what an irony...probably says that you can't achieve anything unless you are aggressively fond of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7268056301005169129?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7268056301005169129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7268056301005169129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7268056301005169129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7268056301005169129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/fight-for-sustainable.html' title='Fight for Sustainable'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-5760468114783136296</id><published>2009-11-20T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:05:45.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grey and the Green</title><content type='html'>Generally people ask me, what is the change over here in Delft w.r.t. India, and I have to tell something odd and escape out of it as if I say culture is different, I'll be betraying our land of diverse culture so change of culture should be something very unnoticeable to an Indian, if  i say skin colour probably I am going racist, and if I say food habit I will be crying for me being vegetarian. By the way I got a good difference between India and NL which really make two people different, it is the way we enjoy our freedom! ....here you can kiss on the road but you cannot piss on the road and there in India you can piss on the road, but kiss!!! no way, you are vulgar, you are spoiling the culture! No comment on freedom, cultures and their types.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-5760468114783136296?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5760468114783136296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=5760468114783136296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5760468114783136296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5760468114783136296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/grey-and-green.html' title='The Grey and the Green'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6978326928068967891</id><published>2009-11-14T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:06:32.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>technostart</title><content type='html'>First day to start my course on technology business taught me the lesson that the good technology is not the only one which is stolen. And it crushed my old idea of competing in new market with old technology to bring the new idea and the sky is much beyond that. I was just a beginner in the learning of entreprenuerial art, but it is really a very interesting experience to start learning the venturing skill. As dream is still alive to start my own venture, needs a lot to prove that it was not a mere dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6978326928068967891?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6978326928068967891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6978326928068967891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6978326928068967891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6978326928068967891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/technostart.html' title='technostart'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-836826761426682290</id><published>2009-11-11T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:46:49.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Feeling freedom as never before now a days, free as if no accountability, no body to worry, no one to care. Its all about me, myself and I here. When I reached here, one of my friend took me to a workshop on Dutch Culture and their idea of freedom. I fairly speeking was not agree with it, but now find myself in a similar situation where I am really free, freedom which I never wished for. After returning from India it has been completely different experience for me, learning to live without all what I care about...like flying in a zero gravity region. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-836826761426682290?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/836826761426682290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=836826761426682290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/836826761426682290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/836826761426682290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugly-freedom.html' title='The Ugly Freedom'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-4737239466259670572</id><published>2009-11-02T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:06:13.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30-one more day</title><content type='html'>Like time waits for no one, toady its exactly a month past for it. Running in the race of life, the realization of the pain is less probably because have to run too fast now a days..too many courses, assignments and exams all in head-to-head. But, its very frustrating to see, living for the God...Just to live for his world to go on, and one fine day die to let it go even on and on. Where is the difference in human and the animals;the buildings, the short termed choked troth emotion, the life-cycle with more assembled look-like transition... but is that all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-4737239466259670572?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4737239466259670572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=4737239466259670572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4737239466259670572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4737239466259670572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-more-days.html' title='30-one more day'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2691159317153143722</id><published>2009-10-02T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:28:48.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day</title><content type='html'>Its was a big day of my blog today, my blog which started the day country got Mahatma five years ago, I lost my mother today, now the most painful day of my life. No more inspiration, no more reason to reason about. Her life was a message for us, and her death was recap of her life journey, with the pain she was carring towards the ends...better ended! although not so easy to accept it. The picture of our family has lost the focal center. This is meaningless to say that we're not going live without her, surely hard to image ourself without, the content which made us whatever we are is gone. All &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sand Castle now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2691159317153143722?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2691159317153143722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2691159317153143722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2691159317153143722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2691159317153143722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-day.html' title='The Big Day'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-601288673632552619</id><published>2009-09-16T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:36:34.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change!</title><content type='html'>Change is something which sometime like and mostly don’t because its breaks our settlement, but with happiness or with disheartened we are bound to accept it. There is nothing stable in this world even as per most scientifically established principle, but than what is that change which we feel most in spite of occurring continuous? The change is nothing but invasion of two different futures in different speed. So if this future even invade in unison it will be hard to find the change in surrounding.  So, the changes which are as certain as the past and the future of the present are designed to look like so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-601288673632552619?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/601288673632552619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=601288673632552619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/601288673632552619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/601288673632552619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/09/change.html' title='Change!'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-4346252050804440656</id><published>2009-09-13T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:34:06.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The black and The white</title><content type='html'>Nothing of the race, it’s about the life again. We all come across difficult time in life which willingly or unwillingly needs to be face. We do it boldly or lay before it that depends on us. The greatness of life is in the fact where we come out of it to become better, prove the toughness that we are ready for even worst, lit a light of the hope in all darkness for a way forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-4346252050804440656?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4346252050804440656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=4346252050804440656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4346252050804440656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4346252050804440656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-and-white.html' title='The black and The white'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7015746903343929673</id><published>2009-09-11T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:33:12.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thawing life</title><content type='html'>Life has taken a 360˚ turn in last one year. This time last year I was in Hyderabad with my mother with some coughing problem which was unknowing developing as lung cancer in her. I was busy with my life in Dr. Reddy’s, working hard to meet my work-life challenges of day-today. On return from office has everyday goodtime of meeting to my mother who use-to be busy in watching Sai-baba TV serial that time. I used to debate her on some ethical and mythological issues while she prepares and give me dinner, and sleep for the next day office hungama.  And now, there is no Hyderabad, no tension of office, but thing which makes the gap bigger is, no loving mother around me…to talk her, tease her, to argue her. She is struggling for a lesser painful death in India and I striving to survive here in Netherlands. The pain which was all around us but had not entered inside has penetrated badly inside now in both of us in this time.  I am anyway going to survive out of it, but God, please if you really there somewhere, let her go without pain, you anyway going to get most precious gem of our life. Can’t you do this for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7015746903343929673?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7015746903343929673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7015746903343929673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7015746903343929673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7015746903343929673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/09/thawing-life.html' title='Thawing life'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2530976306343022733</id><published>2009-08-24T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:51:20.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man vs machine</title><content type='html'>Facing the most ugliest truth of life, when have to sit and plan a least painful death for my mother and get for the treatment accordingly. Mind never ever freezed so badly, now when such discussions start and my brothers expect my view on practical ground. having no mean to alleviate her pain and to let her live a normal life, its how meaningful to make her increasingly painful extended life. And extended life for what?; to let her feel that she is done with all her responsibilities, which is surely tail-less, or to solve my own satisfaction that I went for the medication to end of the possibilities resulting a very painful extension for few months.&lt;br /&gt;Life conditions are showing their dirtiest face, forcing to treat my loveliest mother as a physical asset rather than a human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2530976306343022733?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2530976306343022733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2530976306343022733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2530976306343022733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2530976306343022733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-vs-machine.html' title='Man vs machine'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-3505961900502498982</id><published>2009-08-04T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T04:11:36.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thing like last inning</title><content type='html'>After seeing the worse than hell situation in Jamshedpur, we have brought mummy to Delhi back to her very first treatment providing hospital, which is meaningfully telling that it is going to be last also since the complications have been even though controlled for a very short time, have touched their worst end. And sitting beside mummy gives me a worst feeling of sitting on a bay and silently listening and watching the SOS! signal in a wait for ship to sink. Ship which is carrying all my resource of "all physical and emotional support". After previous incidences it was clear that this all is bound to happen a day but so soon, and on such time when again I am planning to go away from her, some what more away in physical term. Why always I have to sit on fulcrums!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-3505961900502498982?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3505961900502498982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=3505961900502498982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3505961900502498982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3505961900502498982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-thing-like-last-inning.html' title='Some thing like last inning'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2780978091519619804</id><published>2009-07-25T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:10:05.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need that Opium More</title><content type='html'>People in pain often move for dope, and so as I, with a bit difference. It's dope from Karl Marx's dictionary according to whom &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Religion i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;s the opiate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of the people". Life situations have bent me more towards God, loving more to think in term of &lt;em&gt;Karmanye Vadhikaraste Ma Phaleshu Kadachana......&lt;/em&gt; Probably that's the only way to get out of my pain and give a reason to my helplessness and prevent myself from breaking down. Everyday brings some or other bad news with a feeling of slowly brittiling surroundings. Long way to go in this darkness, don't know this dope is sufficient for this night or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2780978091519619804?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2780978091519619804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2780978091519619804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2780978091519619804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2780978091519619804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/need-that-opium-more.html' title='Need that Opium More'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6898912242003236752</id><published>2009-07-17T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T03:03:02.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not More Than a Dummy</title><content type='html'>Whenever-wherever life needs me to give my 100% love and care to people I am attached with, I find myself in great dilemma, mostly fail to make myself available for the time. Loose the purpose of me being there in such instances and that too when 'am not in some great business! I am just doing what others do, n keep the things going around them. sometime feel that i am just practicing for some of my own life fiasco, where i will be left alone to face the consequences. Life and its choices always amaze me, and will keep me puzzling as ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6898912242003236752?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6898912242003236752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6898912242003236752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6898912242003236752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6898912242003236752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-more-than-dummy.html' title='Not More Than a Dummy'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-3409558247946177561</id><published>2009-07-03T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:04:19.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delhi Again.</title><content type='html'>Reached Delhi again today for my visa interview, things went fine and everything got completed so early as if completed with start itself. Thereafter went to see my friends and given them surprise information of me leaving India. A life is no way an easy thing to handle with and so was the tour. Started for here in a scene when my train journey ticket got canceled due to no-confirmation and reached here between heat and annoyance of too long journey as I got no other option. Anyway, it was a good day today when I met my school and college mates in a mall, got some time to share with them, recall some memories of past. Finally at my brothers place, ready to leave back to my workplace again...no other go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-3409558247946177561?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3409558247946177561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=3409558247946177561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3409558247946177561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3409558247946177561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/delhi-again.html' title='Delhi Again.'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-3444879837043170828</id><published>2009-05-30T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:43:28.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered to Pieces</title><content type='html'>Don't know why but every time in ups-and-downs of any relationship now I very easily start realising that everything has ended and no remedial thing is possible. Even start the preparation to to adjust and live with the left space. Why i am in so hurry to end-up all around and go alone don't know but one thing I feel always that nothing is going stay for long with me, atleast the people I love to live with, I can't steal time out of my life...just trying to live with the developing scenarios! how helpless and weak the past incidences of life have left me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-3444879837043170828?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3444879837043170828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=3444879837043170828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3444879837043170828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3444879837043170828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/05/shattered-to-pieces.html' title='Shattered to Pieces'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6646927635077664493</id><published>2009-05-16T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:53:59.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concept of Time</title><content type='html'>Long back I read that, The concept of time, is the concept of mind! now I realise it when sometime I see the behaviour of people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; me. When my mother was diagnosed for cancer at final stage people suddenly became so caring and humble about her, everyone asking how many more days. Now when the treatment seems to be working fine she is looking not just all about to go, same people are back on there regular behaviour; complaining, anguished and denying her as earlier. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shaking&lt;/span&gt; me! Do we need to die to get others love? Are we all just waiting to say good words, give some care and love only if it has to follow the final good-bye! Good that nobody is going to stay here forever, good so that everyone will have some good words  and care before this show ends-up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6646927635077664493?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6646927635077664493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6646927635077664493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6646927635077664493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6646927635077664493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/05/concept-of-time.html' title='Concept of Time'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-5886925217370220553</id><published>2009-05-13T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:14:32.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dread of Monday Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/SiGvuDKJYwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/aMTopviK4MI/s1600-h/monday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341743838694826754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/SiGvuDKJYwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/aMTopviK4MI/s400/monday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life which was running in a narrow gauge of batches after batch has bit widen to week time. Monday afternoon starts the week which don't know when suddenly ends up with Sunday morning. No Fresh air, no extra desire, everything looks so automated that waiting for a bang to bring some flavor. Weekends bring some time and space to think beyond job but by the time eyes wide open and the blood-vessels pump in the freshness Monday returns. And the same story starts. Why there is always that dreadful Monday after the Sunday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-5886925217370220553?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5886925217370220553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=5886925217370220553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5886925217370220553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5886925217370220553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/05/dread-of-monday-again.html' title='Dread of Monday Again!'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/SiGvuDKJYwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/aMTopviK4MI/s72-c/monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6528895817460766940</id><published>2009-04-28T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:43:51.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its a phrase form a book for its last edition, but I came across it few days back when one of my friend directed me to listen a speech by Steve Jobs to Stanford's Scholar in 2005. the speech was all about his 3 stories of his life which were surely very inspiring but the the magical ending was the with the comment that "Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Initially&lt;/span&gt; I was surprised, what it really mean to be, then i got it! If you want to grow stay hungry for knowledge, stay curious and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be of innocent and naive. there shouldn't be anything which can guide you or make you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;biased&lt;/span&gt; in learning. And as long as you are hungry and foolish, no one stop you from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;achieving&lt;/span&gt; you goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6528895817460766940?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6528895817460766940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6528895817460766940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6528895817460766940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6528895817460766940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/stay-hungry-stay-foolish.html' title='Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-9075669870963532599</id><published>2009-04-18T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:30:49.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits of Love and Degree of Friendship</title><content type='html'>We need everything measurable in this world, Success, dream desire, friendship and even the love along with the material things. And measurement brings the standardisation, degree and limits for all. How come relations of hearts can be manhandled by tools of mind I don't know. But in today's quick-start world people want everything ready made and predefined. Bad for all!&lt;br /&gt;A Bashir Badr sher comes in my memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parakhna Mat-Parakhne Mein Koyii Aapna Nahiin Rehta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kissi Bhii Aaeene Mein Der Tak Chehra Nahiin Rehta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-9075669870963532599?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9075669870963532599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=9075669870963532599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/9075669870963532599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/9075669870963532599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/limits-of-love-and-degree-of-friendship.html' title='Limits of Love and Degree of Friendship'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7355939889636308417</id><published>2009-04-18T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:27:58.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking of Dream and Breaking of Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its like question of burning with fire or with steam, what is more painful and hearting...Everyone seems crying some for there broken dreams as if they want to stay asleep always, others for broken desires which they made. Whatever, but anything without solid foundation and action going to break only. The Star Thrower story from Loren Eiseley which I learnt during a management program in my on job training still in my memory:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vision without action is merely a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Action without vision just passes the time&lt;br /&gt;Vision with action can change the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7355939889636308417?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7355939889636308417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7355939889636308417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7355939889636308417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7355939889636308417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/breaking-of-dream-and-breaking-of.html' title='Breaking of Dream and Breaking of Desire'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2902046524560453243</id><published>2009-04-06T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:33:54.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest of the Real Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This world, which looks to be the factory outlet of God...we keep moving in quest of some unknown destination which ends up with our end only and finally mean the same of everyone here. Are we all made to achieve different goals of life showing no synchronisation, or we all are working for the same goal, just with different part. If it is same for everyone, then what is that? Aren't we killing our own happiness by imposing more and more obligations over ourselves, of which none are natural. Culture, religion, caste, country, we want to adopt as many things as possible which make us involved in activities other than all what we want for ourself. Sometime I feel we are all although living our own life, but living someone else wishes, dreams and desires which may not value now. Anyway, atleast I know I need to look for me to realise my real self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2902046524560453243?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2902046524560453243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2902046524560453243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2902046524560453243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2902046524560453243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/quest-of-real-self.html' title='Quest of the Real Self'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7360880663026971165</id><published>2009-04-06T06:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:03:57.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stats of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was reading about the assignable and unassignable cause in stats which make the process more robust and reliable towards application. The same stats applies to the process of life were every aspect has an assignable or sometime unassignable cause towards it, and so are the people and the relationships around us. We can count dozens of people around us whom we feel to be loving us…really, isn't it? When I say love I didn't mean to the one which occurs commonly in Bollywood movies. Anyway, and against each name we can put a reason or the assignable cause of love which we feel is there.  I still remember a neighboring aunty was how sweet as long as her phone call used to come at my home..We used to say it &lt;em&gt;phoon ka rista&lt;/em&gt;, then and after it ended. So, this big list will definitely have a bigger part of these complementary names and the causes and the little few with name without unassignable cause. But contrary to other processes these unassignable ones which mean the most in process of life. Some name it as their true love and accept like that, some still keep searching the reason, the search which ends only by the time it's too late! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7360880663026971165?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7360880663026971165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7360880663026971165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7360880663026971165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7360880663026971165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/stats-of-life.html' title='The Stats of Life'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2751056986306814075</id><published>2009-04-02T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:55:09.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationalism fido</title><content type='html'>I big argument&lt;/span&gt; started in my mind few days back when in an informal discussion one of my colleague&lt;/span&gt; said, "the idea of nationalism is waste, how old it is, not even a few decades?". The discussion ended then and there itself but it gave me a point to think about, which I also agreed lately. Our school old pledge of...all Indians are brothers and sisters, isn't giving us a foundation for the the wall which we create in life later towards the rest of world and slowly that tendency makes us to make some more walls for insiders. It's OK that some are brothers and sisters but why aren't others. The crop of most of the terrorism across world have grown over the same soil of intellectual partitioning in our mind on the name of nationalism. Do we really need to be classified as a nation or a region or so...isn't it true that whatever, wherever we are we always like to relate ourselves with the root and the idea of bounding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; from moving across globe is against humanity. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;In fact,&lt;/span&gt; any idea which allows people to differentiate themselves from other people is waste, either its religion, area, race, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;color&lt;/span&gt; or the nation itself. Only true thing which works is humanity which we really need in all of us across these thick walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2751056986306814075?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2751056986306814075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2751056986306814075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2751056986306814075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2751056986306814075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/nationalism-fido.html' title='Nationalism fido'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-8914473862159895445</id><published>2009-03-25T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:40:40.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time tourist</title><content type='html'>In between I got a chance to visit Puri, Bhuvneshwar and Kolkata. My visit to Puri was like seen my home place after long time, everything same as Varanasi, same vibes, same smell which can't say is good or bad! same crowd looking ready to welcome, and even the same pandas ready to rob you on the name of God if you ever loosened your pocket. Several times even I got caught in such people and escaped based on my experience. Anyway first time seeing the Sea and &lt;em&gt;Bhagwan Jagannath's Darsan &lt;/em&gt;was very much satisfying wish of mine since long time. Between Puri and Bhuvneshwar I also saw Sun Temple of Konark, Buddhist temple near place of famous Kaling &lt;em&gt;Yuddha&lt;/em&gt;, Lingraj temple of Lord Shiva and Caves of Khandgiri and Udaygiri. After that I returned to Puri railway station to leave for my next tour destination Kolkata where I reached in an overnight journey. I had no travel guide, and no earlier preparedness to be there except names of few famous places so was completely clueless about where to start. Called up my brother and thereafter Kankana with a hope that will get some help, which only helped me in giving courage but no direction to start. Anyway best thing about our country, the over supporting people worked, I got into a bus for &lt;em&gt;Kali Ghat, &lt;/em&gt;reached after one change but was the most ambiguous to find the way to get into temple. Anyway, followed a Panda and finally reached also, to see Goddess and say my wish with great hope. Came out to reach the next destination told to me earlier by metro rail, The &lt;em&gt;Victoria Memorial Museum and the Calcutta Museum&lt;/em&gt; where I was surprised to see the way people where keenly reading the most boring subject of History roaming all around. Following people I also made the round around and came out to go to my next destination, the cheapest market ever seen Dharmtala. It was a amazingly cheap for all goods but didn't get anything except a bag and a cap for my brother's son from the market. Here I got the most special experience of my life, traveled in Tram- the train running on road unlike other vehicles, careful about the road traffic!!! Evening went with myself roaming in the same street after which I returned to Hawrah railway station to catch the train to my brother's place. Journey ended with lots of good memories and now looking forward to have next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-8914473862159895445?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8914473862159895445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=8914473862159895445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/8914473862159895445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/8914473862159895445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-between-i-got-chance-to-visit-puri.html' title='First time tourist'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2846317236430017903</id><published>2009-03-25T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:25:36.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more days in Jharkhand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry, the story telling about my visit stopped because of internet server failure here in my brother's place but anyway they are still with memories. The next day of me coming here, the most amazing thing was the 23 years sacked person brought to my brother's house since courts don't run on holidays and presenting before magistrate is compulsory before apprehending anyone. So, when they returned I simply asked what that fellow did, pick-pocketed!? and the reply was shocking, killed his neighbour in wordily quarrels between their wives which went high...I thought what a peak of nonsense..but my brother corrected me, "that's culture here". Another interesting thing that complemented the act was the collection of &lt;em&gt;Handiya&lt;/em&gt; outside every house and its special smell, been told that its a local wine prepared by tribes here and is something which keeps them flying high for everyday-all time; which allows them to do whatever-wherever. But the last thing comes in mind about the people and the area here is the situation, which has not developed or not let to develop with developing India. Who is responsible, the stupid doped people there, their political and social leaders which don't want the area to develop since they will loose there value thereafter, or the entire system which never cares about his vicious symbiosis between the predators and prey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2846317236430017903?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2846317236430017903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2846317236430017903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2846317236430017903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2846317236430017903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-more-days-in-jharkhand.html' title='Some more days in Jharkhand'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7473432890822209610</id><published>2009-03-18T22:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:32:06.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spitomaniac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/ScHg-Su1AkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ambv29pFbCc/s1600-h/nospitting,+mumbai+-+paul+keller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314776396058657346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/ScHg-Su1AkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ambv29pFbCc/s400/nospitting,+mumbai+-+paul+keller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there in Jamshedpur for last 3 days. The most amazing thing to see there in spite of a hospital-without-hospitality was the beauty and the planning of the city. The city with very clean surrounding, with non of those poster from &lt;em&gt;khaini&lt;/em&gt;-underwear-hydrosil treatment kind of... But there still one thing which was not allowing the city to be clean enough..the spitomaniac people- who keep spitting every minute, all around the places irrespective of were they are. Can't say what make them do so but at least they had forbidden eyes to see their act what they doing...God help those people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7473432890822209610?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7473432890822209610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7473432890822209610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7473432890822209610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7473432890822209610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/spitomaniac.html' title='Spitomaniac'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/ScHg-Su1AkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ambv29pFbCc/s72-c/nospitting,+mumbai+-+paul+keller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-4233302639547489148</id><published>2009-03-18T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:14:20.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, fright and corrupt country</title><content type='html'>I was there in MTMH, Jamshedpur for my mother's chemotherapy today were I encountered the same sign of giveupness among people all around. Even though it was a private hospital, the culture and environment there was very much like any government system were every person, from office staff to ward nurse where acting tiered from the zeroth hour of their job. In the scene people who were there to attend the patients were angry but not agitated, hopeless but polite to devils of that system. And I was no exception in between, and which was making me think why is so, why we people are tolerant to all these devils sitting in soother's place...people said because they have apprehension that the doctor and/or the treatment may get affected if they raise the voice, which obviously had no historical foundation. But again the same question comes that why such fear is always filled in our mind, why all the reason bring us to the only conclusion of inaction to bad thing. This problem is deep rooted in our inheritance, our all time habit to look towards God to be problem free and that how our silence give consent to those systemic-devils and their corrupt action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-4233302639547489148?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4233302639547489148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=4233302639547489148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4233302639547489148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4233302639547489148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-fright-and-corrupt-country.html' title='God, fright and corrupt country'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-902789239647071316</id><published>2009-03-07T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:52:20.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Concrete Jungle to Real One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After long time I have come to Jharkhand to my brothers place and feeling like my return to India in its own. Getting up early morning when I peeped out side from my window nature was in its such a raw state that even my train and the railway stations passing by were looking mismatch or misconfigured somehow. Property and prosperity had changed its complete face last night when I was sleeping in my train. Everything lying in such a naive state that you can't reason it. But getting down the train at Chakradharpur railway station I saw some more tongue twisters. Probably elections happened several times in this part of India also since it happened in others, and a Big hording with smiling face of Rahul Gandhi- the new political hope of India was also there to support my guess but there was lesser signs of road, electricity, health services, schools which may had come with governance there in last 50 years. The story is going to be continued in my next two week stay here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-902789239647071316?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/902789239647071316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=902789239647071316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/902789239647071316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/902789239647071316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-concrete-jungle-to-real-one.html' title='From Concrete Jungle to Real One'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-5679124149068344835</id><published>2009-02-25T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:39:27.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Worlds</title><content type='html'>When we see by our open eyes we clearly see two worlds, one is full of joy other with no sense of it, one with lot optimism other with a new day to make it out anyhow, one with all open &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;avenues&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; with his broken surrounding...all from same God! God, who is kind, &lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;soothing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forgivable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;judicious&lt;/span&gt; to treat all equally. But then why is it so, why only with some, and even if it is where is our God?!!! Is he really somewhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-5679124149068344835?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5679124149068344835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=5679124149068344835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5679124149068344835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5679124149068344835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-worlds.html' title='The Two Worlds'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-689245521295243221</id><published>2009-02-23T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:08:20.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave to Live with, Leave to Die with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was a time when we promise to live-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; for years-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt;-year with a indifference to any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obstruction&lt;/span&gt; and now when we really need to mean those words we have no time for that. Going for a leave to see my mother; live with her for sometime. Time which she don't have much and so as will be me for a different reason. Our own ambitions of life leave us in such an ambiguity which can only be solved by God. One such situation &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quoted&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bhagwad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gita&lt;/span&gt; which matches that of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rajyena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;govinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bhogair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jivitena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yesham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arthe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kanksitam&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rajyam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bhogah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sukhani&lt;/span&gt; ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ime&lt;/span&gt; ’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vasthita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yuddhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pranams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tyaktva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dhanani&lt;/span&gt; ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acaryah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pitarah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;putras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tathaiva&lt;/span&gt; ca &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pitamahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;matulah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;svasurah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pautrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;syalah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sambandhinas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tatha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;etan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hantum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;icchami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ghnato&lt;/span&gt; ’pi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;madhusudana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;api&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trailokya&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rajyasya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hetoh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt; nu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mahi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;krte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nihatya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dhartarastran&lt;/span&gt; nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pritih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;syaj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;janardana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Govinda&lt;/span&gt;, of what avail to us are a kingdom, happiness or even life itself when all those for whom we may desire them are now arrayed on this battlefield? O &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Madhusudana&lt;/span&gt;, when teachers, fathers, sons, grandfathers, maternal uncles, fathers-in-law, grandsons, brothers-in-law and other relatives are ready to give up their lives and properties and are standing before me, why should I wish to kill them, even though they might otherwise kill me? O maintainer of all living entities, I am not prepared to fight with them even in exchange for the three worlds, let alone this earth. What pleasure will we derive from killing the sons of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dhritarashtra&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-689245521295243221?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/689245521295243221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=689245521295243221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/689245521295243221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/689245521295243221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/leave-to-live-with-leave-to-die-with.html' title='Leave to Live with, Leave to Die with...'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-88330169883332360</id><published>2009-02-21T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:02:25.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab the Cap</title><content type='html'>Days are flying from the hands with lot of things undone, even untouched. The feelings of having very less time to do what all i want to do is always there with me, but the pain increases when people try to acquire my own work to put their name. So much selfishness spills out of their action that whole purpose of hard work is killed for credit taking. From last few weeks observing that the two layers of primary and secondary  gowns are not just covering my body but slowing masking my head, my thinking process. In such situation the killing of motivation of mine by peers worsen the scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-88330169883332360?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/88330169883332360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=88330169883332360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/88330169883332360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/88330169883332360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/grab-cap.html' title='Grab the Cap'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7763838562030318600</id><published>2009-02-08T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:45:57.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Auditing</title><content type='html'>Seen Dasvidaniya today! really a good one after long time! reminded me of my JNU days and my professor's assertion that, what he will say to God that have given to world after he death. And his pain appears on his face with a calm answer, "Probably nothing". This afterlife questionnaire use to impress me sometime but what about self-success and achievement, is it all about afterlife. Nothing for today?!! The question was really greatly addressed in the movie and the chase of life for undone dreams of self is how much important is shown. After all who has seen the afterlife if you are dieing out of undone dreams in life. Whatever you do, this way quest will always remain unseen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7763838562030318600?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7763838562030318600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7763838562030318600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7763838562030318600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7763838562030318600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-auditing.html' title='Life Auditing'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-3750780739345599130</id><published>2009-02-01T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:31:39.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears to tare</title><content type='html'>The www of life is as simple to watch and as complex to solve. In between this journey of mine I found that making and breaking of relation which is told to depend on sharing of good time, common cause, same vibes (I really don't know where this vibe exist around us) as in books hardly exists. we talk to people, make a bridge of relation also sometime, but mostly those relations are virtual. They retain only till we have a open talk for it, we are ready to listen, speak-out and accept the reality which may right or wrong. If tears exist along with smiles, if good memories get priority along with learning from bad one. As the time is moving very fast such relations exist rarely; everything seems material and incomplete! Jagjit Singh ki ek gazhal ki lines bahut yaad aa rahin hain aaj...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Badla na apne aap ko jo the wahi rahe, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milte rahe sabhi se magar ajnabi rahe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duniya na jit pao to haro na khud ko tum, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thodi bahot to zahen mein narazgi rahe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-3750780739345599130?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3750780739345599130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=3750780739345599130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3750780739345599130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/3750780739345599130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/tears-to-tare.html' title='Tears to tare'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7338742714988992676</id><published>2009-01-24T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:15:11.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294933295385087010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/SXthx0TRDCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/RXkbYG1hpiU/s320/history-of-ice-cream-hat-pt-1.jpg" /&gt;This story comes from deep inside my memories, from the time when a ten rupees note was really a power. Can't say exactly but probably it was time when I was in my KG's only in school and had a great craze of ice-cream (nothing exceptional). Unlike any-middle class family we didn't had any access like pocket-money on regular basis and was only delivered on continual demand; and there somehow demand-supply dis-balance provoked me to steal money from my mother's purse which was ofcourse the most accessible source to me. Anyway in a hurry mixed fright I took a 10 RS. note, the power of which I was so far unknown. The day past with my desire to listen the last bell and be the first to see the ice-cream thela and finally the time came. I was not knowing my favorite ice-cream cost only 1rs probably the costliest of that time, so the problem aroused; what to do with the remaining 9 Rs. I gave it back to the shopkeeper with the same reluctance which we see in celluloid when people say keep the change. But it was not a celluloid, people were still honest in my small town so he gave it back to my rickshaw-wala with full story. His story ended with a start of a new story in my rickshaw with all eyes looking over me like I have been caught robbing a bank in daylight! anyhow our rickshaw reached at home and atleast 4-5 of of my co-traveller in my rickshaw caught my left and right hand tightly as if I will ran-away if they will not hold me tightly and my home is a sort of police station where I have to be convicted. Story after this has almost faded in my memory probably had nothing great to leave any impact on my mind...probably my parents didn't took it as seriously as my previous encounters and the entire issue pushed under carpet. But it left back a memory in my mind about how much powerful a 10 Rs can be when you don't know how to spend it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7338742714988992676?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7338742714988992676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7338742714988992676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7338742714988992676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7338742714988992676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/power-of-10.html' title='Power of 10'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/SXthx0TRDCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/RXkbYG1hpiU/s72-c/history-of-ice-cream-hat-pt-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-4069785907896461087</id><published>2009-01-17T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:37:45.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First day In first Job</title><content type='html'>After more than one and a half years of my joining my first job in Dr. Reddy's Lab here in Hyderabad, it may be surprising that I am writing about my first day on first job, but it recalled me all because of action of few of my new friends with absolutely low energy and excitement for new happenings of life. Anyway, that day was very much special for me and we( me and my room-mate Kishore) were the only witness for the moment to each other. Neither of us had good sleep that night, can't say because of the feeling of new tomorrow after that night or the chilling AC in our room in guest-house or both. Finally, we got up at 5am for the preparedness to leave for office-bus at 7,30 am even though we were knowing that its not going to take much time. After little-bit of uncertainty aboutwere to start, whom to talk I got the final room were all like me people were being collected for Induction and other joining formalities. Days were nothing special thereafter accept the food in guest-house which I still remember when sometime I find good food in Hyderabad. and thats how the journey started which is still going with all ups-and-downs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-4069785907896461087?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4069785907896461087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=4069785907896461087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4069785907896461087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4069785907896461087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-day-in-first-job.html' title='My First day In first Job'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7296431921618231597</id><published>2009-01-17T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:15:03.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence...some more time!</title><content type='html'>Got an I-pod some days back, not for the purpose which it is serving now. Now-a-day feeling lot of irritation talking to people around me and just get settle with my i-pod in the ear to ignore all the fuzz.  Something is changing inside me, something is making me shrink myself. Don't feel much to express. Even today very hardly convinced myself to write at least this on my blog. Some thoughts keep roaming all inside to keep me restless which really ain't seems to be yielding!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7296431921618231597?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7296431921618231597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7296431921618231597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7296431921618231597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7296431921618231597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/silencesome-more-time.html' title='Silence...some more time!'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-5414459977106723292</id><published>2008-12-20T05:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:45:42.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless as never before</title><content type='html'>Don't know but since I have returned from Delhi ,there have been not a single night when i had a good sleep for even 6 hours .This inspite of exahustive day time and no sleep in between. Intially I thought its just another change because of place, may be because of yoga but as the the time is passing by and things are still the same this question comes in my mind what exactly making me to do so. I can nither forget nor forgive myself for whatever went and still going in my life. Never found as insensitive before...find myself sleeping even with open eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-5414459977106723292?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5414459977106723292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=5414459977106723292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5414459977106723292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5414459977106723292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepless-as-never-before.html' title='Sleepless as never before'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-2527123733567360476</id><published>2008-12-15T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:54:01.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With All Odds</title><content type='html'>Really its a great mismatch about me. In all walks of life from study, job, ethics to relation, this mismatch is the one common phenomena...which in some of my friends word is called confused personality - a dangerous symptom. Whatever, I am not worried since it is what make me different. I always hated biology and chemistry and I became a Biochemical engineer. I always had a research and analysis bent in my vision and I started my job in production where everything is locked and any deviation to it is a deficiency. I am never a believer of God but I like to listen to him and spiritual ideas are as much important to me as any other scientific idea. I always hated Bengalees and stayed away from girls for no obvious reason while making friends and truth of present is that almost all of my good friends are bengalees with a best friend a Bengali girl..and lot more odds which continue...even increasing everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-2527123733567360476?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2527123733567360476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=2527123733567360476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2527123733567360476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/2527123733567360476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-all-odds.html' title='With All Odds'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-4849692253778041538</id><published>2008-12-14T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:03:23.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill for God, Live for God</title><content type='html'>Karl Marx's quote that "religion is the opiate of the masses" holds it significance in new world even were his major idea of communism has already lost its value and all equations have change. The Mumbai blasts have prove that even in a country like India where our thousands of years of culture and civilisation has reinforced the spiritualism and humanity in living, where people get get up with a name of God and sleep with the same, people are not safe from those who Kill for God. No God says or allows the killing of a innocent but this fight for killing and living for the God persists because of ideas of few people to rule the world with on there own conditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-4849692253778041538?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4849692253778041538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=4849692253778041538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4849692253778041538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/4849692253778041538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/kill-for-god-live-for-god.html' title='Kill for God, Live for God'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6475904710161853751</id><published>2008-12-14T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:04:49.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceasefire with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The chase for success continues and so do the real time hurdles and problems all where in life. I always had a thought that I can win though all odds; manly or heavenly. I don't know weather I never believed in God or always tried to pretend it of. I have being purist, a lover of Krishna not as a god but more of my friend whom I can see anytime for my problem, his Bhagwad Gita to guide me in my life. Then came the time to realise the real heat of life when bundles of problems started coming and cobbing into each other. Thanks my friend was always there with me to give me wisdom and path to follow. I definitely have not turned into theist but surely find my self more loving and closer to nature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6475904710161853751?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6475904710161853751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6475904710161853751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6475904710161853751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6475904710161853751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/ceasefire-with-god.html' title='Ceasefire with God'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-6012505816913416324</id><published>2008-12-13T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:07:32.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last...</title><content type='html'>After long time good news have started coming to me...Kankana's selection in IIT was the opener one, followed by a word that my mothers blood reports are showing improvements in her health rather than worsening of the situation which although gave only a little hope but in such a time when I was starved for a one good news everything seems to be a blockbuster to me. Don't know how much success our faith is going to get for us but atleast some reversal of situation which had developed all around gives me the hope! hope that things will be alright again for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-6012505816913416324?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6012505816913416324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=6012505816913416324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6012505816913416324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/6012505816913416324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-last.html' title='At Last...'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-7349165628821004715</id><published>2008-12-02T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:12:25.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/STqHfIZJhqI/AAAAAAAAASs/3XOt9BTbTB8/s1600-h/hurricane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276678882316617378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/STqHfIZJhqI/AAAAAAAAASs/3XOt9BTbTB8/s320/hurricane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last day events have affected my life badly, so badly that I am responding skeptical about every thing around. Don't know probably because of an afraid of getting alone without my mother who was always there to care and protect me. Now I see myself questioning everything, everytime which earlier I use to skip...so much resistant to change that sometime just like to close my ears, when find myself helpless. I can feel the fissures of my heart full of pain, hatred and indifference. Some days have completely changed everything of my life, when I was looking for the meaning of life and was busy to make my big dream come true, life has given such a big shock that neither the life mean to me nor the dream... but finally where its all leading me to is going to be surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Lets c!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-7349165628821004715?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7349165628821004715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=7349165628821004715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7349165628821004715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/7349165628821004715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/sos.html' title='&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;SOS!!!&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/STqHfIZJhqI/AAAAAAAAASs/3XOt9BTbTB8/s72-c/hurricane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-5279073539693692721</id><published>2008-11-30T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:20:35.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question Which I Can't Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is becoming too much ambiguous...surrounded by too many questions, answer of which I don't want to give; not even listen in background of the worst accident of my life so far. Accident because my mother whom I love most has been diagnosed for lung cancer in final stage, which in simple language means that the reverse count for the D-day has started. Finding myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; helpless and weak as never before but can't even express myself to my mother whom I have been saying it all when ever before. Have to give her dreams about that one day she will be fine as before, one day I will take her to holy places which i had already promised her for, one day I will bring her back to my place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/span&gt; where still all her belongings are lying, one day...!!! That one day which I know is not going to come... my promises will stay undone, so as I will...incomplete, without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-5279073539693692721?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5279073539693692721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=5279073539693692721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5279073539693692721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/5279073539693692721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-which-i-cant-answer.html' title='Question Which I Can&apos;t Answer'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17332103.post-1468595450519625966</id><published>2008-10-31T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:39:56.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing Terror</title><content type='html'>Politics have never been clean in India but its growing worse by day. In the new political system on the name of secularism they can balance every thing...even the terrorist. As the name of a Hindu activist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sadhvi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pragya&lt;/span&gt; Singh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thakur&lt;/span&gt; has come in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Malegaon&lt;/span&gt; blasts it is a breeze for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pseudo secular&lt;/span&gt; political community, for whom it's like their dream come true to prove that the other terrorist activities are more of  a retaliation rather than terror attack by the other community. In background of this they want to curtain the baseline support to such terrorists by their community and indirectly by them for some votes which is no where in Hindus of India..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17332103-1468595450519625966?l=ashishspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1468595450519625966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17332103&amp;postID=1468595450519625966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1468595450519625966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17332103/posts/default/1468595450519625966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashishspace.blogspot.com/2008/10/balancing-terror.html' title='Balancing Terror'/><author><name>Ashish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442183051545217040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yw_qRcDeiIY/TQNBtfcsAAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/RKAC-qH1QRY/S220/Ashish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
