<?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-7803838850248947514</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:22:22.025+05:30</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Metro'/><category term='Expectations'/><category term='life after death'/><title type='text'>Straight from my heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aanchal Gera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697141914456306066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803838850248947514.post-2753716224925246204</id><published>2010-01-04T23:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:12:43.490+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life after death'/><title type='text'>Life in a Metro</title><content type='html'>Every time I travel in a metro, the analogy of a metro with life crosses my mind and I just can't help myself wondering about the similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we take birth, we enter a metro. Everyone enters from a different station. Its fixed when one will get down from the metro, the way its fixed we all have to die one day. To give more weight to my comparison, I often even compare the time we enter the station by swiping the token as the time one enters the mother's womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is that on entering the metro, we remember where we have come from, our purpose of entering it and our station of getting down. Thats why we don't get attached to our fellow passengers and we don't cry when others get down :). We know about after metro exists, though a different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, one has to change the metro line(usually from CP ;) ). I compare that to rebirth :P. The lucky ones get out of the metro(Moksha in life) and others get a rebirth and re-enter the metro :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said in Hindu mythology, one gets human life after 84lacs other births, one keeps traveling in a metro after some time. Its a never-ending process :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comparisons are endless. I know I might be sounding stupid but I had to share this. Please let me know your comments on this analogy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803838850248947514-2753716224925246204?l=anchycrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2753716224925246204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-in-metro.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/2753716224925246204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/2753716224925246204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-in-metro.html' title='Life in a Metro'/><author><name>Aanchal Gera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697141914456306066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803838850248947514.post-2286461935279006227</id><published>2009-12-15T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:12:04.798+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crying at Vidaai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until now, I really never understood why parents cry when a girl is married. Thats what they have always wanted. Its a happy day. Everybody is so elated before that moment , then whats in that moment which causes them so sad... Usually the girl is not living with her parents even before marriage , so how does it really matter!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I did understand this when I attended my dearest cousin's marriage. I felt sad n scared. Did I feel sad coz I'll be left alone in Noida..... No it wasn't that... Was it coz I'll miss those ice-creams,walk n talk sessions, yoga classes, movies, tott-mall visits... nai ye bhi nai.. So why was I sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahhhh... I was getting it ... I wasn't sad.. I was scared... I was scared for her. I was worried that will she be happy!!! Her life's gonna change completely.. A completely new family.. A strange country... Will the cruel world be nice to the sweetest girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanted her happiness n well-being from all my heart. Thats all I wanted from God that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think its this feeling which flows down as tears :)&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/7803838850248947514-2286461935279006227?l=anchycrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2286461935279006227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/crying-at-vidaai.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/2286461935279006227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/2286461935279006227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/12/crying-at-vidaai.html' title='Crying at Vidaai'/><author><name>Aanchal Gera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697141914456306066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803838850248947514.post-8499149375680432214</id><published>2009-08-08T12:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:20:12.971+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Messedup -&gt; Fix it -&gt; Celebrate !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well... this topic has kept my brain occupied since the last few days... I have been thinking and I have been wondering..... How true this is, how simple n how strange... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If we are able to see the other side, life would be so much more beautiful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You never realise the imortance of something until you loose it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I know sabne suna hai, sab maante hain par...How do I explain it... See, I have  a laptop with an internet connection and this is just a normal fact.... I am not going gaga over it - That.. Wow... I have a laptop... But, one day, it stops working and I am all "oohhhh:( :( " and fir jab theek hota hai - I am so excited ..... 2 din pehle it was a normal thing and now it calls for a celebration....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I have numerous incidents citing it (The laptop one was a fictitious one n inspired by a gtalk status msg :P) - Friends asking for a party when I lost and then finally found my wallet one weekend :) :) No party if I hadn't lost it at all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am not against celebrating it.... khush ho to kya fark padta hai underlying baat kya hai :) .... par All I wanna say is, Why can't be just happy when things are going normal..... Why do we need things to go wrong, fix them and then celebrate !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/7803838850248947514-8499149375680432214?l=anchycrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8499149375680432214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/messedup-fix-it-celebrate.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/8499149375680432214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/8499149375680432214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/messedup-fix-it-celebrate.html' title='Messedup -&gt; Fix it -&gt; Celebrate !!!'/><author><name>Aanchal Gera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697141914456306066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803838850248947514.post-8444938369653491367</id><published>2009-05-15T11:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:48:50.729+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expectations'/><title type='text'>Expectations!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I wrote this some 2 months ago, but didn't post it as I was feeling very strongly abt this issue and at that time, one shouldn't post things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boli hui baat vapis ni aa sakti, par likha hua blog to aa sakta hai :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;".........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lotsa things going on in my mind.. so what can be better than writing a blog n know the views of people one considers friends.. A bit confused, so please help me out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it not right to have expectations from your friends??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If its right, it hurts when they break. And they do break and you get hurt :(... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If not, whats the difference between a friend and just an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;acquaintance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am the one who always says that if something is hurting you about someone, "Go and talk to him/her about it and matters would be solved".. But times, its just not possible to do that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well... Usually, I am blogging on being happy, treating life simple n beautiful.... Ahhh.. I guess, I should read my previous posts n I'll be fine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And hey, pls do leave ur opinions.... Though that matter is over due to which I wrote this post but your advice will come handy on some other chapter of my life :).&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/7803838850248947514-8444938369653491367?l=anchycrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8444938369653491367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/expectations.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/8444938369653491367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/8444938369653491367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/expectations.html' title='Expectations!!!!'/><author><name>Aanchal Gera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697141914456306066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803838850248947514.post-3033917105817972734</id><published>2009-04-13T13:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:17:24.548+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!!! M inspiring people</title><content type='html'>My room mate started brushing her teeth before sleeping and my colleague now throws waste in dustbin only :D :D.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7803838850248947514-3033917105817972734?l=anchycrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3033917105817972734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-m-inspiring-people.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/3033917105817972734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/3033917105817972734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-m-inspiring-people.html' title='Wow!!!! M inspiring people'/><author><name>Aanchal Gera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697141914456306066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803838850248947514.post-1323897290044922100</id><published>2009-03-31T10:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:08:34.888+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do we really wanna go back to our Childhood....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 32, 53); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(186, 71, 107); font-size: 140%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(99, 32, 53); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I have heard almost everyone saying that childhood days were the best and some of us actually wanting to go back and live the childhood again!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Today while talking to a child, I realized that how badly children wanna grow up. She just asked me, "Di, how much did your cell cost?" and said, "You know what, when I'll grow up, I'll buy the best cell of the latest technology of my CHOICE!!!!". She emphasized on the word CHOICE. Being a child, how much we love the thought of freedom when we grow up, how much we hate being scolded by parents with no fault of ours. How we plan our wish list of buying things when we start earning!!!! so we don't have to get our smallest demands getting scrutinized by our parents like having an ice-cream or even a packet of chips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we grow up, we just kill the child in us. We lock our "when we grow up" wish list and throw away the key. For today, whatever you do, just think was it possible to do the same in your childhood. Notice the smallest activities we do in your daily life like waking up late, having an ice-cream, spending money without asking anyone, sleeping late, "watching T.V", surfing net, going for a movie, hanging out with friends, eating what you want..... the list is endless. Enjoy every such moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful at all stages, not just in childhood :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803838850248947514-1323897290044922100?l=anchycrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1323897290044922100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-we-really-wanna-go-back-to-our.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/1323897290044922100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/1323897290044922100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-we-really-wanna-go-back-to-our.html' title='Do we really wanna go back to our Childhood....'/><author><name>Aanchal Gera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697141914456306066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803838850248947514.post-4840534612400560867</id><published>2009-03-04T23:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:33:11.408+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;Excerpt from the Speech given by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love.&lt;b style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt; &lt;/b&gt;We are people, not programmed devices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://drsanjiv.blogspot.com/2008/09/chetan-bhagats-speech-symbiosis.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;http://drsanjiv.blogspot.com/2008/09/chetan-bhagats-speech-symbiosis.html&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803838850248947514-4840534612400560867?l=anchycrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4840534612400560867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-from-speech-given-by-chetan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/4840534612400560867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/4840534612400560867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-from-speech-given-by-chetan.html' title=''/><author><name>Aanchal Gera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697141914456306066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803838850248947514.post-6553143415501631433</id><published>2009-01-28T00:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:04:49.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aakhir what am I doing since the last 2 months!!!!</title><content type='html'>Friends kept asking me and I kept answering but Today when I was busy getting bored, I just asked myself - I am sitting at home.. since.. ooohhhh its more than 2 months.. what am I doing????Thought over it n here comes the answer.........&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended many family functions - A marriage, Two Lohri functions, Was a part of the planning committee of a surprise dinner ;), Had more family dinners.... Is there anything better than having fun with family n friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a spectrum re-union :) Well, when Megha shifted to U.S, hadn't thought we 7 would get together so soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.... I was here when mom wasn't too well.... Well won't say I did the best but still I managed to sail through it... Took care of the kitchen for approximately a month(well Dad n me managed it)...and took care of whole home for 2 days all alone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always make dinner now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried my hand at some extra cooking - Honey cauliflower , Aate ka halwa, murmure, palak paneer, Karele.... more to come.. and hey everything I made was delicious :D... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm... missed my friends and learnt the importance of friends in life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shopped all alone for the first time in life... hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept a lot :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started writing a blog.. Nice na...Well read other blogs too for which I never had time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched five seasons of "2 and a half men" and a few pending movies like Sarkar.. well watched new ones too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a one day trip to Naina Devi.... khoob mazza aaya tha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kept meeting friends now and then when they come to Chandigarh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh.. ya.. All this time I was also hunting for a better job and giving interviews :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I always wanted but could never achieve was to start a morning walk... but I do go on evening walk or post dinner walk :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were times when I felt bored n frustrated, but I always had my STRENGTH to talk to me and make me SMILE in these times too, making me stronger and evolve as a better person ready to face the challenges of life, rejecting the job not suitable for me(Believe me, This was difficult...), always giving hope if I lost it and  having faith in me that I deserve and wud achieve something better :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803838850248947514-6553143415501631433?l=anchycrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6553143415501631433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/aakhir-what-am-i-doing-since-last-2.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/6553143415501631433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/6553143415501631433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/aakhir-what-am-i-doing-since-last-2.html' title='Aakhir what am I doing since the last 2 months!!!!'/><author><name>Aanchal Gera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697141914456306066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803838850248947514.post-5973571205590546864</id><published>2009-01-20T00:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:43:19.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i guess its time to start writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this is my first post.. so kinda confused wt to write.... I guess its abt writing your thoughts.so thats wht I'll do for now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are few things in life I just don't understand... may be I dont even want to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why do people crib so much...We first want something n then once we get it, we loose its importance and start chasing something else... as if its a Tom and Jerry show... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do we complicate life... Am I too young to understand its dificulties.. Its not that I haven't seen ups n downs in my life... I have but I think I reacted pretty well to the ups as well as downs...Anyone who knows me would say I am going through a difficult time except me. People say they are upset for me and I console them saying - Its not that big a deal... M having Fun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is simple and very beautiful :) Live it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I see people so confused as if their whole life will depend on which dress to buy.... Huh.... I understand that I am different... Wht I don't understand is good different or bad... and then I don't think.... I like myself the way I am...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I understood from my past approx 23 yrs of existence on earth, its only LOVE that you really need, Rest all follows... nd then I feel I am too philosophical nd I dont understand life the way bade log do .... but am I not matured now???? Will I ever be.. I actually don't want to... i dnt want to undrstnd life others do.... Somebody once told me - "Never let the kid in you die". I wanna be young always like a chhota baby :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont know what I want from life.... bt theek hai na aise bhi... kya karna hai jaan ke... i follow my heart, hear the voice in me n people say thats GODs voice...so hear GOD guiding me...... Kehte hain na.. make GOD the driver of your life, and bas aaram se raho jaise arjun ji ne krishan ji ko apne rath ka saarthi banaya tha, bas fir to mazze hi mazze....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I missing out smthng or ppl cant understand things which are so simple to understand n follow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803838850248947514-5973571205590546864?l=anchycrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5973571205590546864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-its-time-to-start-writing.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/5973571205590546864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/5973571205590546864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-its-time-to-start-writing.html' title='i guess its time to start writing'/><author><name>Aanchal Gera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697141914456306066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803838850248947514.post-3887370066084604834</id><published>2007-02-25T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:48:09.032+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>made this blog so that i don't give comments on other's blogs as anonymous:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803838850248947514-3887370066084604834?l=anchycrunchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3887370066084604834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2007/02/made-this-blog-so-that-i-dont-give.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/3887370066084604834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803838850248947514/posts/default/3887370066084604834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anchycrunchy.blogspot.com/2007/02/made-this-blog-so-that-i-dont-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Aanchal Gera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16697141914456306066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
