tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12800946378534847562024-03-12T16:56:27.615-07:00Your Life , Your WayNikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-52276112761038098462013-05-07T09:22:00.000-07:002013-05-07T09:22:03.398-07:00Adding Colors!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="text-align: left;"> I am a Big fan of the @</span><a href="http://twomaterialgirls.tumblr.com/" style="text-align: left;">http://twomaterialgirls.tumblr.com</a><span style="text-align: left;"> . Everytime I visit the blog, I am like "I can make this, this and this!". So finally I took my paint brush out and decorated my old Cassettes. This is how they look! </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flowers</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Americano!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Smile!<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The First Attempt</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of Colors</td></tr>
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Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-66987391189756275962012-06-21T01:45:00.000-07:002012-06-21T01:45:03.070-07:00A Note<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I just completed my Degree,returned home after 4 years.Now I was hoping that I will get some rest because the last two months were really hard on me.The temperature was 38 Degrees+ , Exam pressure , Major project , Campus recruitments , other pressures.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It felt like heaven when I finally got back home.I made a long list of things I will like to do.But things are not going the way I had anticipated.Instead of feeling relaxed and having a good time,I feel burdened and its making me feel horrible.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">People around me are putting unnecessary pressures on me which is stupid. They keep asking me what will I do after my degree.When I answer,they disapprove of my decision.When I don’t answer,they think I am useless and try to make me feel low.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Some on the other hand suggest that I should loose some weight , learn cooking and get married to a guy in a year or two.Again I never asked anyone for suggestions, I still smiled and kept my composure.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But now I think I am done.Can’t take it anymore! I think people should really mind their own business.I never asked them what they are doing or what they want to do in their lives, so I don’t think they have a right to ask me such questions.Its my life and I know what I am doing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Right now I am on a break.I don’t care what people think.I want to sleep for hours and hours.I want to watch my favorite movies, eat my favorite food and read the books I have always wanted to read.I think Ive earned this.I want to lay on the grass and look at the sky, I want to count stars, I want to explore new places and meet all my old friends.I want to sing my favorite songs at the top of my voice.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don’t need any pressure, don’t put the burden of unnecessary expectations on me.And you really don’t need to worry about me, its my life I will always make sure I do something good with it.For right now, just let me be!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Phew, writing all this down feels awesome.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cheers to everyone who feels the same.Congratulations on Graduating! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">With Love,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nikita</span></div></div>Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-4549946547852983672012-04-25T05:39:00.000-07:002012-04-25T05:39:03.400-07:00You and Only You, My Momma !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">The other day someone asked me , Who do you love the most in your life? I smiled and replied “For me it always was, it always is and it always will be , My Mother!. No one can replace her place in my heart.People come , people go, seasons change but she is always there standing close to me,always holding my hand.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">She has done things for me that noone can imagine,she provided for me, took care me, helped me with school , was always there whenever I needed her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">My first best friend, my sister, my brother , my hope, my inspiration and much more .She is everything.Today I am 60 kms away from her while writing this little note.I called her <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a few minutes back , She is working and is doing good.I love it when she smiles on the phone and says everything is good at her end.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">I wanted to write something so that I can immortalize the love I have for her,its hard to write about the kind of bond we have.I am out of words, Ive a big smile on my face,I am the luckiest person on the planet to have such a wonderful mother.Can’t wait for the exams to end so that I can go back and hug her tight. I love you , Momma!</span></div></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cheers to all the wonderful mothers in the world, we don't need a mother's day to do that!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Momma's girl,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nikita :)</span></div>Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-37935552332796310982012-04-05T00:12:00.000-07:002012-04-05T00:12:40.900-07:00A Lazy Thursday!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">I don’t know what is in the air today.I feel so sleepy and lazy.Stayed up till 2 am so couldn’t get up on time,missed going to the temple with the family.Got up at 8 am, decided to get out of the bed.Spent a few seconds to decide on how to get out of bed,suddenly realized its an off day,went back to bed.</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">At 9:30 I had to get up to open the door ,argh I hate doorbells! Got myself tea and biscuits.Finished it.Mum served Poha Jalebi, ate it all.Burped! Opened up my laptop to check mails,took a chair and updated my status on facebook to tease my friends who are away and missing the yummy poha jalebi.</span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHeRcUZeTfDJctwvpjlw3LzOo5fPc6du-u1V056MJsO8_QptguDVW2LmDbmyRbX13hKtREtl6ydhOkeP3C4gViHJ_GtScIjRR7iICv4mxKtyItzhv6hlWLBdPmYsXctdZoUOEVjiamwWg/s1600/Garfield_Sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHeRcUZeTfDJctwvpjlw3LzOo5fPc6du-u1V056MJsO8_QptguDVW2LmDbmyRbX13hKtREtl6ydhOkeP3C4gViHJ_GtScIjRR7iICv4mxKtyItzhv6hlWLBdPmYsXctdZoUOEVjiamwWg/s1600/Garfield_Sleep.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Started playing scrabbles with a friend,shifted on bed again.Kept loosing as I was feeling lazy to even think of words.Switched to youtube,watched some videos,songs,sang along.Still not moving at all from my place.Heaven is on earth today, it is a lazy lazy lazy day!</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mum asked me to shut the laptop off and do something.Asked her if getting a shower is something? She gave a look.Laptop off! Realized it was 12 noon.And I was sitting in the same position from past 1 and a half hour.Moved to the bathroom,realized there was no shampoo.</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bwah! No shampoo,no shower.Asked mum if we had another bottle.Nope,she replied.Came back to my room ,was back on the chair.Started wondering how to get a shampoo.Store! but store means 5 minutes walk.Walk means getting up, it also means changing, going down the staircase and combing hair.So much work.Looked up and asked god to give me shampoo magically.Waited for the magic to happen.</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">12:20 on the clock, combed,changed,took the staircase,went to the store,realized forgot to bring the money.Wanted to shout and cry,but politely smiled and told the shopkeeper I will go and get the money.Got back,took the money.While walking started wondering how lazy I am feeling today.what is wrong with me!! Smiled and decided to write it all down before it slips out of mind.</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Off now before mumma catches me with the laptop again.Have a good day! </span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lazily,</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nikita</span></span></b></div></div>Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-6035857797890919112012-03-27T02:38:00.000-07:002012-03-27T02:38:51.097-07:00The lesson I never forget!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">When I was a little girl all my friends made fun of me because I couldn't ride a bicycle.Although I knew how to ride a scooter but not the bicycle.And my talent of riding a scooter was of no use because all other girls used bicycles to travel.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They laughed at me , it made me feel bad, I cried , got angry and decided that I will learn how to ride a bicycle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I borrowed a second hand cycle from my Uncle which was almost twice my own size.But anyways I was happy atleast I had a bicycle now.Next morning I got up at 5:30 am and started my attempt to ride the cycle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was almost 6:15 am and I was standing on the road alone,trying to figure out how to sit on it.The moment I used to put a leg on the other side,the cycle used to start shaking. And before I could reach the seat ,I used to fall.Day 1 was a total disaster, no major injuries , few scratches on right arm.But I was ok.Still wondering how to sit on the cycle which was twice my size.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On day three I finally learnt the art of sitting on the bicycle seat and yes for me it was an art,skill lol that I thought was a very big achievement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Slowly I started learning how to balance.Everytime I got hurt, I said to myself - "They think you can't do it, Do you agree?" And I was back.Trying to paddle slowly and move without falling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had to face a lot of embarrassing situation.I used to crash with people passing by ,sometimes with the poles , sometimes in mud and slippery area.For most people learning how to ride a bike is a fun experience , in my case it was filled with "Proving them wrong" kind of feeling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After 3 and a half weeks I finally learnt how to ride a bicycle,that day I kept riding it for as long as I could.I was happy, proud , a winner in my own eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That was one of the best days of my life.Even today when I see kids riding bikes , I smile :) .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That day I learnt a very important thing about myself and human nature in general. If someone makes you feel bad and laugh at you.Use that criticism to prove them wrong.Today someone said something to me and it made me feel horrible.I was angry but while returning back from college I saw a little girl riding a bike.I smiled and said to myself , "They think you can't do it,Do you agree? "</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nikita</span><br />
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</div>Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-3697357639953588032012-03-05T23:03:00.000-08:002012-03-05T23:03:02.421-08:00A meeting with the mirror.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span lang=""> The mirror called me today,he was angry that I don't meet him at all.He said, "I haven't seen you in months,where are you?". I see you everyday I replied. Really? he replied back. I took my chair and sat in front of the mirror.You dont look at me at all, I see you everyday running around,washing your face,tying up your hair without combing them,sometimes talking on the phone while eating breakfast or checking out emails.You don't even know how your face looks while you leave.Do you even know how you look like?<br />
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Ofcourse,I know how I look like! Do you know your eyes are becoming weak and dark because of the worries and frustrations and sorrow that your heart carries? And ofcourse because of the online bug that has smitten you.Your hair which were thick and long once are now thin and lifeless? Your dimples are cute and bring smile on faces of others and the forehand that is so broad and beautiful shines everytime light falls on it.A sign of greatness remember your grandmother said that.And the little tiny nose with two really small nostrils which make it hard for you to breathe if you catch cold.<br />
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Have you ever noticed the emergence of a real fine line on your forehead everytime you worry? And your layer of lipline which is colored by a mixture of Dark brown and pink with lower lip being a little thicker because you keep eating it up everytime you are confused . Do you know that everyday when you go out in the sun ,its rays burn your beautiful skin but you don't even bother to cover it up or take an umbrella.You think you are a wall right, no need of any kind of protection? But see how the beautiful complexion you had is slowing burning out.The piercings on your sharply shaped ears are crying for a beautiful set of earrings, your big dark eyes are dying to see you look beautiful.Why are you so ignorant?<br />
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I was shocked, it took me a few minutes to gather myself and I replied back.Mirror,I am ignorant because I don't think anyone cares how I look,no one here has the time to look at me or admire me or make me feel special.He replied back, "I Do". I look at you each day and I care for you and I admire you and you my friend are very special.<br />
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I took out a bottle of maskara from my suitcase,applied it and saw myself in the mirror.You look Beautiful, he said.I smiled at him with confidence.</span></div>Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-47623737998273683512012-02-25T09:48:00.000-08:002012-02-25T09:48:41.193-08:00I miss Writing!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hello Everyone!<br />
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I know, Long time No see. Well I am unable to write these days.Its like I am going through a "Creativity Blocked" period or maybe Im just a little burnt.Whatever it is, I miss writing.My days are going , um ok! and I am doing good at college. My dreams of starting my personal blog-a-log are flushed in the toilet for atleast sometime now,until I complete my degree.<br />
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I am trying to control a f*cking wheelchair with a microcontroller and its not working,but we are on it,lets hope we will work it out so that I get the cookies called "Marks!"<br />
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Everything else is great, I am hoping I will get some new ideas soon to write about.Today I went to a Children's Hospital and I watched a funny Robowars event and I watched a movie "Rio" which was fun and I studied Power System Analysis.<br />
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I miss Triond , Blogspot , Wordpress , Adam Rat ,and people who read the crazy stuff I write about. <br />
Miss you all!<br />
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Love,<br />
Nikita</div>Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-60272488573855897442011-12-11T08:01:00.001-08:002011-12-11T08:01:19.342-08:00Love = Crime?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sometime back I went to a restaurant and there was this couple sitting in a corner , holding hands and trying to forget the world. But the World was not ready to bear this rejection.Every person in the restaurant was looking at this couple with the corner of their eyes. In normal cases under such circumstances , my reaction is , "Ah, Public Display Of Affection! Why dont they find themselves some quiet place." Or if I am with a group of my single frustrated friends, we laugh and make fun of such love birds.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">But today was a different day, I somehow realized how wrong we all are. The couple probably just wants some space so that they can talk to each other or express their affection. And talking about the "Quiet Place" , where on earth is such a place? At home they can't talk because of the narrow minded mentality of some parents. To whom every boy is a Thug and every girl who meets a boy is loose in character. And not every couple can afford big hotel bills or going out everytime they want to meet and talk. And even that is pointless because people stare at you and you start feeling like a criminal.Although all you are doing is trying to talk to the person you have highest affections for.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">I wonder how the population of our country is 2nd Largest with such dual standards and age old ideas. According to some people,a couple should just get married and only then they can have a space where they can talk.But child marriage is banned in our country.So if you are 17 and you have a lover.You will be labled as a rebel .</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">“General Public” like me and my single pals end up feeling afraid of falling in love because we truly dont want trouble, we have a career to focus on ,so why add additional pressure if love is not easily acceptable.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">To make things more diffcult people keep making “Lovey Dovy movies” which makes us all secretly believe that someday we will find our prince charming and there will be a happily ever after.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">How on earth will that ever happen if we will continue to feel afraid of love? I don’t know, the dual standards are annoying and very confusing!</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Let me know what you think! Lol I am sure not everyone will be able to relate to this post but this is my blog and I guess I can put up pretty much whatever comes into my head.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Will like to know what you think!</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Until Next time,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nikita</span></span></span></div></div>Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-59936373343278772292011-11-08T08:20:00.000-08:002011-11-08T08:20:12.357-08:00Being 21 !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Every year people ask me how do you feel being a year older.And my answer is always the same, "Oh its almost like last year, I don't feel a lot of difference". But this year things are different. Being 21 is somehow totally different from being 20 year old. Sometimes its being getting worried about earning your own bread and sometimes it is totally careless. It is pretending that you know it all but knowing it in your heart that you have no clue what is happening . It is getting a little detached from your parents and meeting new people ,allowing them to be the part of your life. It is developing your own bonds , its the fight to create your own identity.Its a phase where you are no more categorized as a kid and you feel a little confused when people treat you as an adult.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Twenty One suddenly brings a responsiblity that we are unable to handle.I almost broke into tears when I realized that now I am grown up and now I can't hide and cry for all day.And I will have to hide it from everyone even if I did cry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still can play football with my 12 year old friends because they still love me , inspite of the fact that I am super tall and the odd one<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in the team.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now love is a serious affair , its no more little crushes , now everything is serious. Maybe this is the reason why adults don't smile lots , I mean really if you have to take everything seriously how on earth can you laugh all the time. Career = Serious , Money = Serious , Find yourself a house = Serious , Find yourself a partner = Serious , Fight our own battles = Serious. Argh , that sucks!</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">I know I am over reacting , Oh well its only a month that I turned 21 and I feel like the whole sky is falling on my head.Um Two big giant pandas sitting on my back is a better example for the pressure I am feeling I guess.If only I could reverse the clock. The funny part is when I was 8 year old , my dream was to grow big and now all I want is to be a kid again. Humans are funny , never ever satisfied with what they have in hand.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Being 21 surely brings a lot of freedom , you are free to make your own choices. I am sure there are more positive points but I am unable to come up with more because I am feeling very "Anti - 21!". So now I am the Captain of my own ship , the ship is a little shaky right now as the Captain is feeling a little confused and scared. But I am sure soon we will be fine , (My Ship and Me!) .All I need is to get myself a compass and a decent set of binoculars so that I can find my way ! </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Let me know how turning 21 was for you? Scary / Exciting / Funny? I will love to read !</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Until Next Time,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nikita</span></span></span></div></div>Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-65938891056454732762011-10-13T11:08:00.000-07:002012-03-27T02:06:48.496-07:00That Moment in Time!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span lang=""> Life is fast moving , everything keeps changing and we keep going with the flow. We all do so many activities and meet so many people that sometimes its even hard to recall what you just did the other day. There are evenings when I even find it hard to recall what I did in the morning.But inspite of all this there are moments which are permanently marked in our brains. Days which we never forget. Stories which will always stay in our hearts .I sometimes think that when I get 60 , I will have a great collection of such sweet / bitter memories that I will pass on to my grandchildren just like my grandma passed them to me. I will surely share my "Gammy's Stories " sometime soon. <br />
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For now lets focus on the topic. Moments! I have had some really sweet experiences and I have met amazing people .I have tons of sweet memories . Similarly Ive had bad days, I have met terrible people who made me feel horrible. But there is one moment in my life that somehow I just never forget .Unfortunately it was a bad moment. I won't be sharing much of the details but those who read my work often must have realized I always talk about a night when I was standing on the road , alone . It was raining.<br />
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I was 6 years old when this moment happened. And sometimes I feel I am still stuck in that moment in my head. I sometimes find myself wondering what was I going through at that moment that I still remember it. Was the moment so painful that even 15 years of time could not remove traces of it from my head. I see myself crying and my tears getting mixed up with the rains . I was scared and I had no clue what was happening. I think I will always remember that moment and somewhere in my head I am still stuck in that moment. Sounds funny but it is true. That moment has changed my life !<br />
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I bet you all also have that one moment in your lives that you will never forget , that one moment that has changed everything for you. Either for good or bad. A moment that has taught you the most valuable lesson of your life , or it could be the moment when you found the love of your life. A moment when you experienced pure joy or a moment when you suffered unbearable pain. One moment that somehow stands out from every other moment of your life. Take sometime out and think about it. While finding "That Moment" , I bet you will also think about various other good or bad moments that make your life special!<br />
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Life is a wonderful journey and I guess its always good to stop for a while and look back at what we have achieved and how much we have travelled. <br />
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Until Next Time,<br />
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Nikita</span></div>Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-32614686118361715042011-10-08T23:20:00.000-07:002011-10-08T23:20:47.084-07:00Real - Unreal ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span lang=""> Sometimes I feel its becoming very hard to distinguish between real and a virtual life. The more I think about it , the more I get confused. The other day I was talking to my real friend on a virtual environment. It almost felt like we were sitting right next to each other and cracking jokes. I was happy but was I truly happy? or the technology has altered my mind . We can meet people on the internet , we can talk , we can see each other and if the technology keeps growing the way it is , we probably will also be able to feel the touch sometime soon.<br />
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Imagine "High fiving " the monitor and you could feel the touch of your friend's hand who is "high fiving" from other side of the world.Precious , isnt it? But then arent we loosing something here? If we are sad , we go to our social networking site accounts and read jokes or gossips to cheer ourselves up.I miss the days when I could walk up to my friend's house, give her a hug , cry and discuss my problems with her. I hate it when I have to "write on my friends wall" , who resides just a few kilometres away from me. It is convenient no doubt but nothing and I mean nothing can replace the "REAL" thing! I will always prefer playing football with my friends in mud in real than playing the same over zapak or some other gaming site.<br />
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The confusion of real-unreal makes me think of the movie "Inception". The dream is the beautiful "virtual life". We are so happy in it that we start believing it is real. But you can't stay in your dream forever , if you will , you will certainly end up screwing your real life badly.<br />
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I am not "anti- tech" . I am a Tech- Addict, I love technology. I use google for searching almost everything , if I had my way I probably would have used google to find my lost pen. I use facebook to keep in touch with everyone , I know what my Kindergarten friend is doing these days and Ive a fair idea of what everyone I have ever met is doing . Its good to stay connected but do I really require that much of information? I guess no , sounds rude but it is true. People come into your life , they stay and then they move on . And thats how it is, you again meet new people. Life always kept changing and always will. And you cannot always use "Virtual" mediums to keep your "Real" life unchanged. Its like you are trying cosmetics to prevent yourself from aging. <br />
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According to a research , a human can have 150 stable social bondings at a time. But with internet Ive thousands of bonds and it confuses me , kills a lot of my time , and is taking away my mental peace.<br />
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Also the so called "easy way" or "convenience " is reducing the value of true human emotions. The value of true love , passion , friendship , happiness is decreasing because of so many options!! I have so many people in my life and I am " friends" with so many that the feeling is common and the "special" feel is just lost somewhere.I wonder if technology is bringing me near to people or taking me away from them.<br />
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There are advantages to technology , I agree! It helps in networking , increases your perspective , gives you knowledge , makes you aware. I am not sure why on earth we stress so much upon knowing everything about everything.Lets not get into that because I probably need to "grow up" a lil more to understand all of this.<br />
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I can go on and on , but I dont want the readers to bang their heads to the wall and say, "What is your point?". Point simply is that I feel Internet is taking us away from each other in real life and is also confusing us at times .We probably should decrease our dependence on it when it comes to real bondings. That was my take and feel free and throw your takes on me! :)<br />
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Until Next Time,<br />
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Nikita <br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></b></span></div>Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-23045525109107435832011-10-02T10:30:00.001-07:002011-10-02T21:48:36.188-07:00Health Matters!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span lang="">I am the kind of person who loves food. I don't feel embarassed in saying that I dream about eating a big chunk of chocolate at night.My philosophy in life has always been "Live to Eat" and it has worked quite well for me for the last 20 years of my life. But yesterday while me and my pal were running up and down the staircase , I started to choke up. I could see my friend climbing up swifting while I was completing one step and taking god's name so that I can climb the next. I felt terrible. Its a really bad feeling when your 21st Birthday is round the corner and you can't climb a staircase properly.<br />
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So before I turn 21 , Ive decided that I will change my food habits. I will no more eat everything that is digestable like a ruminating animal. I will try to resist myself from eating things that are not healthy. Before that I kind of need to figure what exactly is "unhealthy food" . Because before this I never really had this concept of healthy - unhealthy food in mind. My classification was Yummy-Yummier! :)<br />
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For all you people out there who love food as much as I do , Ive a advice! Well I won't say leave your love and start fasting , because we don't have to go and win beauty pageants but try to keep a track of how much quantity you are eating and balance it with a equal amount of physical workout. Physical workout is important nomatter how much I hate saying this but truth is truth. I will be putting on my running shoes , I must confess this isnt the first time I am taking them out.<br />
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A few months back I had a similar "Need to loose weight" phase but it lasted only for 1 week and I quit running. But this time I am pretty serious about staying fit and healthy because I want that I should be able to climb staircases with a good speed when I turn 42! Life is a gift and it is beautiful! And one can only relish this gift fully if they have a fit body, mind and soul.<br />
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And not to forget its always easier to get a lot of attention if you are fit and fine! Haha I bet this statement will make a lot of people get into action, go find your running shoes , join a gym , take up your favorite sport. If this inspires you to be fit , so it be! Attractiveness is always good , eh?<br />
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For me , As soon as I finish writing up this post , I will put my favorite music on and dance dance dance. I am saying bye bye to my "Beloved Chocolate" and giving a divorce to my "Dal-bhaat". I will eat healthy and exercise regulary. Ive tried to discuss this issue on a real light note but it is serious. Your health is important , I hope you start working out because a good health is IMPORTANT! <br />
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Until Next Time ,<br />
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Nikita</span></div>Nikita chhaya phadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12705938363880401554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280094637853484756.post-15325619820029224652011-09-17T06:05:00.000-07:002011-09-17T06:05:50.744-07:00Your Life Your Way!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I have been thinking a lot these days about my career , about education , about money and about success. My mind is filled with confusions but I am not too worried because confusions only occur when you have brain to think , question and decide.I am in the final year of my Engineering Degree which is a reputed course , I agree that the value of engineering as a term has decreased in our country but after my course completion , I will be called an Engineer which is a very reputed thing to be in the global perspective. I am not a mason or a waiter.I am a qualified , 44 subjects passed Engineer.<br />
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Once I pass out I have thousands of options available for me.I might not be able to see them right now because my vision is limited. But if I remove my blinds,I will be able to see clearly. I can take up a government job and try and work for organizations like BHEL , ONGC , NTPC , BARC , DRDO , SAIL , GAIL.<br />
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If I want to work in private organizations I can go for Siemens, L & T , ABB , GE . This list is pretty big and opportunities are endless. Its a tough fight but then life was never easy. We have to learn and compete and get what we want. Getting what you want is easier once you are sure of what the hell it is that you want.<br />
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One more thing that is important is greed and fear. If you are making your career choices based on these two things , there is a good chance you are making a very big mistake and will repent it later in life.I won't say earning money is easy because Ive no experience in that department but I think it should not be very tough.<br />
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Sometimes we are so afraid of money and of being poor or of so called "loosing the race concept" that we sell ourselves too short. And we also forget that we are humans and not rats.<br />
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Now focussing on my interests , I basically love these 5 things , 1. Writing 2. Power Production/Energy Producing Options 3. Internet Marketing 4. Entrepreneurship 5. Robotics. Clearly its mixture of Tech, Creativity and Business.So I know my drive, trust me it took me a blow and 5 days to remove all pointless thoughts from my mind and jot down these interests which were lost in the piles of pointless data that my mind stores.<br />
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A lot of people gave me different kinds of advice.I respect each of them that's the reason why I discussed my problem with them. Some suggested I should take up a masters degree , Mtech or MS or MBA . I think it is a great idea but the cost of execution of this great idea is a bit too much for me to bear. I wish education was for free , but wishing this is almost like wanting Lady Gaga to wear normal clothes , "Impossible Dream".<br />
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So once I pass out I will try to find organizations which deal with energy and power production. I will learn whatever is needed to get into these companies and try to give my best shot. Fingers Crossed! This is the best I could think of. If anyone out there feels I should take up Masters Degree please fund me!<br />
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If this article inspires you to think about your careers and what is it that you want in your life. If it makes you feel that you should focus on what you want and should not merely accept whatever the world is giving you then I think the purpose of writing this all down will be served. You are a precious jewel , believe in yourself and the world will be yours.<br />
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-Nikita<br />
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