<?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-1594538608864726188</id><updated>2012-01-24T22:50:34.204-08:00</updated><category term='someone is always far'/><category term='Single Act'/><category term='different perspective'/><category term='blame on others'/><category term='National Anthem'/><category term='Pervert'/><category term='Dependency and Suffering'/><category term='Backward or Forward'/><category term='Responsibility'/><category term='Reservation'/><category term='Miracle'/><category term='Life is Beautiful'/><category term='Time flies fast'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Accountability'/><category term='Harmony'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='Lohri Story'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='Lonely Hands'/><category term='Good Networker'/><category term='Success and Start Ups'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='other aspect'/><category term='what women want'/><category term='Sympathy'/><category term='love'/><category term='Changing Times'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Bad Networker'/><category term='Dependency'/><category term='Lohri Song'/><category term='SUffering'/><title type='text'>Satinder S. Panesar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-9110180678761423524</id><published>2012-01-22T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:20:53.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sympathy'/><title type='text'>Sympathy and Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yest. a dear friend came to my place and we were just talking here and there. After sometime, she said her sister is dating someone, who is a complete ass-hole. Though she has warned her not to go ahead but she is not listening. I asked her how is that possible that she is not listening to her real sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said - this guy have told her few&amp;nbsp;sympathetic stories and&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;how he has been holding her. And then she asked - How long will the relationship go if it's build on Sympathy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said - most of the relationships start with sympathy and most of them are not meant to last long coz that person knows s/he has to move quickly before the other person realize or keep the other person blind with their stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i also don't know how long the relationship will lasts if it's based on Sympathy. So am asking all of you to share your inputs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-9110180678761423524?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/9110180678761423524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=9110180678761423524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/9110180678761423524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/9110180678761423524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2012/01/sympathy-and-relationship.html' title='Sympathy and Relationship'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-5098748674002246686</id><published>2011-11-08T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T02:53:59.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it an illusion or real world - II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you live in India, you often have heard from your spiritual leaders / Gurus that this world is "&lt;b&gt;Maya&lt;/b&gt;". But if you ask them what exactly is the Maya, they will just recite some versus from some religious book and left you no where.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been contemplating this for a while and came to the answer that &lt;b&gt;Maya is nothing but what other people make you feel / believe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For example if you watch all the Harry Potter movies many times over a period of time, you tend to believe that Harry Potter is real. You might even search for "Hogwarts" school on google. But this isn't real, it's just a fiction created by 1 person which makes you believe it's real. I will call it as it's her Maya that makes you believe that Harry Potter is Real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, if one person imagination can make you believe of something which is NOT real as Real than imagine the power of existence, who created us. It's that power which make us believe that we are living in a real world and are doing various things which actually is nothing more than an illusion, that people want us to believe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the period of time, we have been programmed to believe that we are living in a real world. We have repeated this "I am the body, I am the doer, I am the body!" life after life. From this repetition we have become the body but we are NOT the body. This is our misperception, this is our self-hypnosis and we have believed it so deeply that we have become it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-5098748674002246686?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/5098748674002246686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=5098748674002246686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5098748674002246686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5098748674002246686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-it-illusion-world-or-real-world-ii.html' title='Is it an illusion or real world - II'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-1482112355978407464</id><published>2011-10-31T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:16:59.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it an illusion or real world?</title><content type='html'>When i was a child, a read a story how 1 king had a dream where he was roughed up by the&amp;nbsp;neighbor king and how it was getting difficult for him even to eat. King got so scared after the dream that he announce a big prize if someone solves this puzzle. The puzzle was&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Is this real or that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many sages/ intelligent people went there to solve Kings puzzle but they are failed to do so coz they can't understand what exactly the king is asking. After many many years, there came a sage who solved his puzzle. He said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Like that even this is not real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;King asked how? He said -&amp;nbsp;You are the one observer of all, and in reality always free. Your bondage is this: you see the other -- not yourself -- as the observer. King got satisfied, not only he gave him a big reward but also he became his disciple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ordinarily we perceive our lives through the eyes of others. We use the eyes of others like a mirror. We forget the observer and become the observed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately, &lt;i&gt;I realize&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;that there is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;no such thing as existence or non existence, right or wrong, or moral or immoral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. One's true identity can be found by simply recognizing oneself as Pure Existence and that as individuals we are the Awareness of all things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-1482112355978407464?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/1482112355978407464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=1482112355978407464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1482112355978407464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1482112355978407464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-it-illusion-or-real-world.html' title='Is it an illusion or real world?'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-8510316047325886662</id><published>2011-09-23T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:47:17.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other aspect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different perspective'/><title type='text'>Encounter with a Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Everyday we come across many people with different facets of life. But just by the thought of meeting a Gay / lesbian sends shivers. It was same for me till I had an encounter with a Gay person but believe me your perception will change once you meet any person with the same sex orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happen that i was going home on my bike (pic below) that 1 person start talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SV7XD9NBYmI/Tn1p4o4AbiI/AAAAAAAABkI/ffaEiZcxguw/s1600/thunderbird-twinspark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SV7XD9NBYmI/Tn1p4o4AbiI/AAAAAAAABkI/ffaEiZcxguw/s320/thunderbird-twinspark.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, he start talking like my bike is nice &amp;amp; am looking very good on that, on that i said - Thank you. After this, he said can we talk for a while, i said - sure &amp;amp; i parked my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He initiated by saying that he is married, runs a dance school and often visit other places to teach classical dance. During one of his visits he came across 1 gay person and they hit it off instantly. Though he was married still his relationship with this person goes on for 2 years till that person move to another city. After that he had many flings but no relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, if his wife knows about this?? To my amusement, he said - yes, she knows. Then he said - he likes me and want to be with me ..etc...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to him patiently and told him that i respect his feelings but i am not the right person for him and we had 30 mins long chat. Once all his questions were answered we hugged each other and move on to our separate ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-8510316047325886662?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/8510316047325886662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=8510316047325886662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8510316047325886662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8510316047325886662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2011/09/encounter-with-gay.html' title='Encounter with a Gay'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SV7XD9NBYmI/Tn1p4o4AbiI/AAAAAAAABkI/ffaEiZcxguw/s72-c/thunderbird-twinspark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-2698329190705724382</id><published>2011-09-17T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T00:01:38.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Life is beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Too many things happening around, too many disappointments, so much of frustration often lead us to wish that 2012 will come soon or this world should end soon. Was exactly my thoughts when i came to the office today but as i was walking in our office garden, i saw a flower (pic below)... it was sooo beautiful that my inner being felt so happy and all the frustrations are poof .. gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HO8oC5i3hc/TnRFZLMR4RI/AAAAAAAABjc/O9b6fdN2Y9k/s1600/21082009334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HO8oC5i3hc/TnRFZLMR4RI/AAAAAAAABjc/O9b6fdN2Y9k/s320/21082009334.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reason why we often feel disappointed is because either others say so or others are but should we have to be concerned about what "others" say? I mean people will &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;say things ir-respective whether you do something or not. So why should we bother about what others say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Frustrations are mainly due to coz we can't do anything or we feel we can't do anything. But do we need to "blame" ourselves for that? Ofcourse, we need to take the "responsibility" for not doing anything but blame ourselves?? No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say one thing, whenever you feel frustrated / disappointed just look/walk around and you will see how &lt;b&gt;beautiful Life is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-2698329190705724382?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/2698329190705724382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=2698329190705724382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2698329190705724382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2698329190705724382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is beautiful'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HO8oC5i3hc/TnRFZLMR4RI/AAAAAAAABjc/O9b6fdN2Y9k/s72-c/21082009334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-794381200962298395</id><published>2011-09-06T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:55:49.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different perspective'/><title type='text'>We all are prostitutes</title><content type='html'>According to Wikipedia - Prostitution is the act or practice of providing sexual services to another person in return for payment. &lt;b&gt;People who execute such activities are called prostitutes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually this is what we do in the real life, we pay for the sexual services. Be it your gf or wife or muse, you pay for these services. Though the forms might be different e.g. if it's your gf, you pay with Gifts ..etc and if it's wife or muse, you pay with Household &amp; shopping expenses. But &lt;b&gt;the nature is the same&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know many people will say that with wife/muse you get your offspring, but that's all together different aspect ... different dependency.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yest. i was reading an article in the newspaper about what is Sex addiction? It says - &lt;i&gt;Sex and the thought of sex is pre-dominant in their mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's well known fact that guys all over think only about Sex or sex is pre-dominant in their minds. Though now a days there are quite a females who openly voice for their sexual needs but still number is very less as compared to males.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If that's the case then everybody is a sex addict and when you are an addict then you pay, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-794381200962298395?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/794381200962298395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=794381200962298395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/794381200962298395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/794381200962298395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-all-are-prostitutes.html' title='We all are prostitutes'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pune, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>18.5204303 73.8567437</georss:point><georss:box>18.3999798 73.6988152 18.6408808 74.01467219999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-4674776321419015009</id><published>2011-08-15T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T01:27:35.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other aspect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing Times'/><title type='text'>Open Marriage</title><content type='html'>I like this post only due to the reason that both are honest with each other. In this world where everythinig has been made to feel you guilty. This one is where both share a deep and honest relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOLTEACHER Anisha Mathur (32) and scribe Kapil Kumar (34) have been married for nine years and have a six-year-old son.&lt;br /&gt;They speak to MAIL TODAY about their open marriage, their other extramarital relationships, how they took the first step and coped with the challenges that followed. Their identities have been changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT ALL started with a trip to Bhutan to meet our friends in 2007. It was a visit that we had been planning ever since we got married. Our hosts were Kapil's friends from his college days — they had even attended our wedding. Thimphu was a feast for the eyes, and the sight of the Himalayas overwhelmed us. Our hosts treated us so warmly that it didn't take much time for us to feel completely at home with them. The itinerary of our three-day trip was planned with much care by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, after soaking up the sights, we huddled together in front of a camp fire. After a few drinks, we began talking about sex, starting off with a few jokes of course, till the discussion got a little more serious. What followed was a life-changing discussion — yes, it completely altered my perception about love and sex. After our hosts' account of their lovelife, my idea of marriage turned head. Our hosts revealed they had an open marriage and both looked for sex outside marriage. The discussion, admittedly, got steamier when they offered us an invitation to swap partners. Kapil and I had a long chat about it that night. There was no doubt that I loved my husband, but we agreed it was getting monotonous and that was taking the zing out of our relationship. KAPIL'S argument in favour of the swap was that we were in a foreign land with no relatives or colleagues who would find out — it seemed safe to experiment since there were only these friends around. I was uncomfortable with the suggestion at first, but he never forced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapil is one of those rare nonintrusive men, so unlike the husbands of my friends. He has never probed too much about my friends or insisted that I do things the way he wants me to. He also knows about my relationships before marriage. After a sleepless night with a million thoughts running through my head, I told Kapil I was game. Rather than being gung ho, he said there was no hurry and advised me to give it a rethink. On the second day there, I was sure and that night I slept with my husband's best friend and his wife with my husband. My conscience was clear and I was fully aware of my actions — and with Kapil's backing there was no sense of guilt. Next morning, we greeted each other the same way we had for the past nine years. Over our cuppa, we even told each other how we loved the experience. No, that didn't leave either of us with a bruised ego — we had more respect and love for each other because we had acted like mature individuals. The next night too we swapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANISHA and I are just like any average couple coping with life and still very much in love with each other. We have always been true to each other and share immense trust.&lt;br /&gt;After our first extra-marital experience in Bhutan, my next fling was with an online friend from Oman. We had always been good friends and so we decided to take it to the next level. My friend is married and has a 16-year-old daughter. She flew down to India last month to meet me and we spent two days in a holiday resort in Jaipur. Yes, of course, Anisha knew about it. But then, she also knows that this lady from Oman isn't the only one, even if it's the steadiest extra-marital relationship that I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all I have had eight relationships outside marriage — yes, that's many more than what Anisha has had — but she has never objected to any of them. We don't discuss details about our relationships and prefer not to intrude into each other's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women I've hooked up with are all married and they too say there's no sense of guilt about what they are doing. It seems quite normal now — that is, after having so many of them. In fact, a couple of my friends too have open marriages to spice up their sex lives. I don't believe in constricting the marriage to a point that it gets difficult to breath in it. At the same time, I am fully aware I am not powerful enough to change the institution of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT for me, the sanctity of a marriage is in being open to each other's viewpoints and being honest. I know Anisha has affairs and I have no problems with it. She too knows I am seeing someone — we believe that if we are frank with each other and communicate, there will be no misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisha and I aren't forcing each other to look for extramarital affairs — it's consensual and we have no qualms about it. Our relationship still has the same warmth it did in the beginning and I am emotionally dependent on Anisha like in our early days. But the Bhutan trip was a turning point for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty feelings creep in when couples hide things from each other. I guess honesty is what keeps us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://in.lifestyle.yahoo.com/blogs/mailtoday/doubles-mixed-50.html"&gt;Doubles Mixed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-4674776321419015009?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/4674776321419015009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=4674776321419015009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/4674776321419015009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/4674776321419015009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2011/08/open-marriage.html' title='Open Marriage'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-6976710387208781353</id><published>2011-08-10T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T04:22:13.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harmony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dependency and Suffering'/><title type='text'>Life is too short</title><content type='html'>We often hear that life is very short, so live your life to the fullest but have you ever thought how short is your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i have been contemplating this thought and came to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) At the time of shock your &lt;b&gt;whole&lt;/b&gt; life revolves in front of your eyes, which generally is not more than few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;2) Try to sit alone at any place which does not have TV, Computer, Mobile or any other activity going on, every single second will make you look like a year. You will be amazed to see that when you think many hours has passed but in actual only few mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the very thought of being alone, scare us. We tend to make ourselves occupy with various things. At times there are 2-3 things being continuously played e.g. at 1 end - TV is on, 2) Computer is on 3) constantly on mobile. At the end of the day, what did i do - &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i did was poking into other's life without thinking/caring about my own. I also realize &lt;b&gt;Life in itself is complete&lt;/b&gt; and does not require anybody else apart from your own. I think that's the only fact which we all fail to recognize and are constantly searching for someone/something else to make us complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all i want to say is - just spend some moments with yourself everyday and you will be amazed to see how happy your life has become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core of happiness lie inside you and you don't need anybody/anything else but only &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-6976710387208781353?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/6976710387208781353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=6976710387208781353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6976710387208781353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6976710387208781353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-too-short.html' title='Life is too short'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-7276438911175387698</id><published>2011-08-04T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T03:31:22.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time flies fast'/><title type='text'>Time flies fast</title><content type='html'>Am sure like me, if you have come to other city to live, you must have come across this situation. Someone from your native land will call you up randomly and will ask - Do you know this person? S/he (they) are very famous (ah, yes &lt;b&gt;popular&lt;/b&gt; is the word) .. you must be knowing him/her (them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soo strange that people dont realize that any city's population is 35-40 lacs &amp; to know 1 person &amp; particularly that person is highly impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, i dont know this person and somehow this relative felt offended as if i had done some crime in NOT knowing that person, which according to him is very "&lt;b&gt;popular&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that this behavior is very common among the older generations. I think the reason for this behavior is coz earlier most of the people use to live in the villages or even the cities were not very crowded &amp; everybody knows everybody. I can say this coz when i was growing up, everyone from my city use to know us. Oh yes, our complaints use to reach much before we reach home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present times things have changed, today not everyone knows us, only the previous generation. But this attitude of knowing all still remains/prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people don't realize that &lt;b&gt;time flies very fast&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-7276438911175387698?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/7276438911175387698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=7276438911175387698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7276438911175387698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7276438911175387698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-flies-fast.html' title='Time flies fast'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-2576815848734936940</id><published>2011-01-23T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:51:11.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single Act'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Responsibility'/><title type='text'>Every Single act</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you what happened today, my client sends me an email on Saturday that he is coming over to my office on Monday to discuss few things. I told all my employees about his visit and that they should be present in the office on Monday. Few people who had planned things or had to visit their families, cancelled their plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes Monday morning, I got another email from the client that his Investor is coming to Bangalore for a short trip so instead of coming over to me, he is going there. In his email he wrote that even he was not aware of his investor coming to Bangalore, and he can come to my office only on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see, how investor's decision of going to Bangalore had effected so many people i.e. My Client, Me, Employees, Their families, People who are related to them. People who had planned things with them have to cancel their plans and since, they have to cancel their plans people who are attached with them will also get effected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that every single act of your's can effect so many people that you yourself are not aware of that and coz of this ignorance we do things that effect other people's life so much so that at times it changes their course of living. At times, by the time we realizes that impact, it's already late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know your thoughts on this or perhaps, the Best is - Share your exp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-2576815848734936940?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/2576815848734936940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=2576815848734936940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2576815848734936940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2576815848734936940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2011/01/every-single-act.html' title='Every Single act'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-2880778183649629588</id><published>2011-01-06T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:47:56.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame on others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Responsibility'/><title type='text'>Blame and Responsibility</title><content type='html'>Like a new kid on the block, I'm excited to write First post of this new Decade and ofcourse this New Year. We all celebrate New Year parties, we all make New Year resolutions but that's different thing we dont "&lt;b&gt;Keep&lt;/b&gt;" them apart from few exceptions. Yest. i was sitting with my brother and my cousin and we were discussing how are things at home ..etc. And there came a surprising and shocking news when my brother said - he is responsible for everything that happened in his life, be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this was like Wow! and shocking as well coz earlier he always blame "&lt;b&gt;Others&lt;/b&gt;" for the things that happened in his life. For the first time, he said this - he is responsible for whatever had happened in his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning when i was contemplating that, came across that in every person's life there are 3 stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When you blame others: This is when you are young and whenever things don't go your way, instead of taking the responsibility of your acts, &lt;b&gt;you start blaming others&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2) When you start taking responsibility: This is when you have become little mature and start realizing the fact that even if things don't go your way, it's your responsibility and &lt;b&gt;no one else has to blame&lt;/b&gt; for that.&lt;br /&gt;3) When you realize that things are not in your hand and &lt;b&gt;you neither can blame others nor yourself&lt;/b&gt;. Normally by the time people realize this they have become old. They realize this when young people blame them for their sufferings or disappointments and they try to make young people understand but like they say - life goes in full circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-2880778183649629588?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/2880778183649629588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=2880778183649629588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2880778183649629588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2880778183649629588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2011/01/blame-and-responsibility.html' title='Blame and Responsibility'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-2048499259481905589</id><published>2010-12-23T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T02:38:13.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decade</title><content type='html'>First decade of 21st century is about to get over. This decade will be the Most memorable decade for me. I have seen alot in this decade mainly due to the reason that i had left my parents home i.e.  exactly 10 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Pune to make my own living, started with a bang then got busted like a Bubble. This decade has been a roller coaster ride with many Ups and Downs. Many Realizations, Many learnings, Many achievements, many disappointments, happiness, sadness...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this decade was full of things but to me, the MOST valuable things are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;Moments of Happiness that i gave to few persons&lt;/b&gt; (though i feel now that i could have given to more, perhaps i was not wise enough at that point of time) esp. to those whom I don't know or will never see/ meet. Reason why i consider this as Most valuable coz i didnt expect anything in return or was not hoping anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Realization that &lt;b&gt;am part of Existence and am NO different from him&lt;/b&gt;. Though am still struggling with my Inner, which at times do not remember this. Hopefully i will be able to practice by making my inner "&lt;b&gt;Believe&lt;/b&gt;" in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, wish everyone a very Happy New Year and hope that you start this new decade with Happiness and will spread Love and Joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-2048499259481905589?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/2048499259481905589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=2048499259481905589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2048499259481905589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2048499259481905589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/12/decade.html' title='A Decade'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-8357942468691791433</id><published>2010-11-24T21:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:25:46.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FB status</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- http://twitter.com/#!/satinderp/status/7648718861893632 --&gt; &lt;style type='text/css'&gt;.bbpBox7648718861893632 {background:url(http://a3.twimg.com/profile_background_images/33390679/smallpic.jpg) #ebe6e2;padding:20px;} p.bbpTweet{background:#fff;padding:10px 12px 10px 12px;margin:0;min-height:48px;color:#000;font-size:18px !important;line-height:22px;-moz-border-radius:5px;-webkit-border-radius:5px} p.bbpTweet span.metadata{display:block;width:100%;clear:both;margin-top:8px;padding-top:12px;height:40px;border-top:1px solid #fff;border-top:1px solid #e6e6e6} p.bbpTweet span.metadata span.author{line-height:19px} p.bbpTweet span.metadata span.author img{float:left;margin:0 7px 0 0px;width:38px;height:38px} p.bbpTweet a:hover{text-decoration:underline}p.bbpTweet span.timestamp{font-size:12px;display:block}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;div class='bbpBox7648718861893632'&gt;&lt;p class='bbpTweet'&gt;Gal's status msg on FB- Feeling Sad. 1702 Comments. Guy's Status msg- 'going 2 suicide', 2 likes &amp; 1 comment. "Dude Who's gonna use ur bike?&lt;span class='timestamp'&gt;&lt;a title='Thu Nov 25 04:16:11 +0000 2010' href='http://twitter.com/#!/satinderp/status/7648718861893632'&gt;less than a minute ago&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.hootsuite.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;HootSuite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class='metadata'&gt;&lt;span class='author'&gt;&lt;a href='http://twitter.com/satinderp'&gt;&lt;img src='http://a3.twimg.com/profile_images/1116281487/me_normal.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href='http://twitter.com/satinderp'&gt;Satinder S. Panesar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;satinderp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end of tweet --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-8357942468691791433?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/8357942468691791433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=8357942468691791433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8357942468691791433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8357942468691791433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/11/fb-status.html' title='FB status'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-7614620575551943458</id><published>2010-11-22T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:05:50.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys are always scared of Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hYLWodzRWw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hYLWodzRWw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-7614620575551943458?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/7614620575551943458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=7614620575551943458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7614620575551943458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7614620575551943458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/11/guys-are-always-scared-of-marriage.html' title='Guys are always scared of Marriage'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-2009995799168016873</id><published>2010-10-11T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T09:33:56.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Anthem'/><title type='text'>National Anthem</title><content type='html'>Being a part of your National Anthem, wow, looks like a dream. Well, they say - If you dont dream how will they come true. My this dream came true when one friend asked me if I want to be a part of the National Anthem. My immediate reaction was ofcourse, I want to be the part of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/TLM7TJLDXII/AAAAAAAAA5k/mj6RjKz8sHQ/s1600/nationalAnthem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/TLM7TJLDXII/AAAAAAAAA5k/mj6RjKz8sHQ/s320/nationalAnthem.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the Full video below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jhPd7Z-OhE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jhPd7Z-OhE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-2009995799168016873?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/2009995799168016873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=2009995799168016873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2009995799168016873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2009995799168016873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/10/national-anthem.html' title='National Anthem'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/TLM7TJLDXII/AAAAAAAAA5k/mj6RjKz8sHQ/s72-c/nationalAnthem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-2034498180049155967</id><published>2010-09-29T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T04:19:49.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harmony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Peaceful, Happy and Harmonious life</title><content type='html'>If you were told that you could  shape the experiences that you had in your life, to attract more positive, loving and fulfilling experiences wouldn’t you want to do whatever you could to draw more positive experiences into your life so that &lt;b&gt;you could be free to live a more peaceful, happy and harmonious life.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a simple spiritual truth that you can easily try out today. &lt;b&gt; All you need is yourself and your intent&lt;/b&gt;…you don’t need anything else and it won’t cost you a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today set your intent to give love to everyone you meet. That may be with a &lt;b&gt;smile, kind words, a helping hand, giving a compliment, a hug or just being there to listen&lt;/b&gt; … but giving unconditionally with no expectation of anything in return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main barrier or block that we have in giving is the fearful voice inside that says things like “ if I give to others, there won’t be enough for me” or  “ If I give to others I will be taken advantage of and hurt again.” Or “ I am not going to give to them because they never do anything nice for me.” And it is because of  limiting fears, beliefs and perceptions like these that we carry and hold on to, that &lt;b&gt;we are restricted not only in our ability to give but also to receive love.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving and receiving are the sides of same coin.   And all the limiting fears and beliefs that hold us back are just defence mechanisms that we have learnt from early age to protect ourselves from being hurt.  Every time you got hurt, you put up another barrier to stop the same thing from happening again and you may have even vowed not to love again to save yourself from being hurt but whilst those barriers may have protected you from being hurt, but at the same time they also closed your heart and &lt;b&gt;blocked your ability,&lt;/b&gt; then and now, &lt;b&gt;to give and receive love.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s ironic is that the defence mechanism that you put up to protect yourself from getting hurt are actually the ones that stop you from giving.  You wanted to be loved but didn’t want to get hurt so you put up blocks and barriers from getting hurt but at the same time it also &lt;b&gt;stopped you from receiving what you were wanting in the first place, i.e. Love&lt;/b&gt;.  As you learn to put down your defences, you can &lt;b&gt;open your heart for giving and receiving love&lt;/b&gt; from a place of love and not fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today set your intent to give love to everyone you meet. And remember in giving try not to focus on the other’s person’s reactions or what’s in it for YOU instead &lt;b&gt;give unconditionally.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you give love today, you will see how it returns back to you in the most amazing ways through the experiences that you draw back and attract into your life….but remember don’t give out just to get back, give out from your heart unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-2034498180049155967?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/2034498180049155967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=2034498180049155967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2034498180049155967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2034498180049155967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/09/peaceful-happy-and-harmonious-life.html' title='Peaceful, Happy and Harmonious life'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-5379819955745192960</id><published>2010-09-13T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:35:40.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dependency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dependency and Suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SUffering'/><title type='text'>Dependency and Suffering</title><content type='html'>Main reason of suffering is your Dependency, be it Physical, Emotional, Financial, Work or any other social dependency. The moment you start treating yourself like an individual and detach yourself there wont be any more suffering. You will be the &lt;b&gt;Most happiest person&lt;/b&gt; on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though saying is always easy than actual doing as we are bound by our family (Brothers / Sisters / Parents etc), social (Friends ..etc) and Work related (Employer / Employees / Collegues ..etc) people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my yest. experience i realized that People are angry when their expectations are not met. Your anger leads to frustration, you start feeling helpless and thus start suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations are nothing more than depending on someone else. So if we dont depend on others than most of our sufferings will end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-5379819955745192960?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/5379819955745192960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=5379819955745192960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5379819955745192960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5379819955745192960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/09/dependency-and-suffering.html' title='Dependency and Suffering'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-1638904824030299010</id><published>2010-08-24T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:16:12.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- http://twitter.com/satinderp/status/20864044940 --&gt; &lt;style type='text/css'&gt;.bbpBox20864044940 {background:url(http://a3.twimg.com/profile_background_images/33390679/smallpic.jpg) #ebe6e2;padding:20px;} p.bbpTweet{background:#fff;padding:10px 12px 10px 12px;margin:0;min-height:48px;color:#000;font-size:18px !important;line-height:22px;-moz-border-radius:5px;-webkit-border-radius:5px} p.bbpTweet span.metadata{display:block;width:100%;clear:both;margin-top:8px;padding-top:12px;height:40px;border-top:1px solid #fff;border-top:1px solid #e6e6e6} p.bbpTweet span.metadata span.author{line-height:19px} p.bbpTweet span.metadata span.author img{float:left;margin:0 7px 0 0px;width:38px;height:38px} p.bbpTweet a:hover{text-decoration:underline}p.bbpTweet span.timestamp{font-size:12px;display:block}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;div class='bbpBox20864044940'&gt;&lt;p class='bbpTweet'&gt;I was about to comment on sum1 status on FB but drop the idea. Now i'm Saved frm 20 notifications emails in da last 30 mins. What a Relief!&lt;span class='timestamp'&gt;&lt;a title='Wed Aug 11 06:37:06 +0000 2010' href='http://twitter.com/satinderp/status/20864044940'&gt;less than a minute ago&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.hootsuite.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;HootSuite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class='metadata'&gt;&lt;span class='author'&gt;&lt;a href='http://twitter.com/satinderp'&gt;&lt;img src='http://a0.twimg.com/profile_images/1013194116/13042009228_normal.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href='http://twitter.com/satinderp'&gt;Satinder S. Panesar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satinderp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end of tweet --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- http://twitter.com/satinderp/status/20864664916 --&gt; &lt;style type='text/css'&gt;.bbpBox20864664916 {background:url(http://a3.twimg.com/profile_background_images/33390679/smallpic.jpg) #ebe6e2;padding:20px;} p.bbpTweet{background:#fff;padding:10px 12px 10px 12px;margin:0;min-height:48px;color:#000;font-size:18px !important;line-height:22px;-moz-border-radius:5px;-webkit-border-radius:5px} p.bbpTweet span.metadata{display:block;width:100%;clear:both;margin-top:8px;padding-top:12px;height:40px;border-top:1px solid #fff;border-top:1px solid #e6e6e6} p.bbpTweet span.metadata span.author{line-height:19px} p.bbpTweet span.metadata span.author img{float:left;margin:0 7px 0 0px;width:38px;height:38px} p.bbpTweet a:hover{text-decoration:underline}p.bbpTweet span.timestamp{font-size:12px;display:block}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;div class='bbpBox20864664916'&gt;&lt;p class='bbpTweet'&gt;Funny thing in this whole "Comments" section is that ppl forget to "What" they are commenting &amp; they start thr own conversation :P &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23FB" title="#FB" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow"&gt;#FB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class='timestamp'&gt;&lt;a title='Wed Aug 11 06:49:23 +0000 2010' href='http://twitter.com/satinderp/status/20864664916'&gt;less than a minute ago&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.hootsuite.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;HootSuite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class='metadata'&gt;&lt;span class='author'&gt;&lt;a href='http://twitter.com/satinderp'&gt;&lt;img src='http://a0.twimg.com/profile_images/1013194116/13042009228_normal.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href='http://twitter.com/satinderp'&gt;Satinder S. Panesar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satinderp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end of tweet --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-1638904824030299010?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/1638904824030299010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=1638904824030299010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1638904824030299010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1638904824030299010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/08/fb.html' title='Facebook Comments'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-6330298707173123685</id><published>2010-08-09T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T02:04:44.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGrwiCThmUE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGrwiCThmUE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-6330298707173123685?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/6330298707173123685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=6330298707173123685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6330298707173123685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6330298707173123685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/08/women-power.html' title='Women Power'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-3999903613787842874</id><published>2010-08-06T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T04:18:24.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Inner Self&lt;/b&gt; - I should not say anything to anybody and be quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outer Self&lt;/b&gt; - If i dont say anything, how will people understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inner Self&lt;/b&gt; - I dont need anyone else, to be Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outer Self&lt;/b&gt; - I need to socialize more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inner Self&lt;/b&gt; - I'm still a learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outer Self&lt;/b&gt; - I have vast exp. to share, I need people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inner Self&lt;/b&gt; - Whatever is happening around, I dont have any control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outer Self&lt;/b&gt; - I'm controlling my life by making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inner Self&lt;/b&gt; - Your single act can effect many lives, so just be a watcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outer Self&lt;/b&gt; - Don't be a watcher, but rather stand up and change the way people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inner Self&lt;/b&gt; - I should not Hurt people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outer Self&lt;/b&gt; - Who care about the people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-3999903613787842874?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/3999903613787842874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=3999903613787842874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3999903613787842874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3999903613787842874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/08/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-2755340029400346834</id><published>2010-07-29T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:56:19.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am part of all that i have met</title><content type='html'>We all are busy in building / thinking about our Future. Well, of course we should be, after all we dont want to live a miserable life. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you ever rewind the reel of your life? If not, take some time out and see what all things had happened in your life so far. When you do, you will be amazed to see the things you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This headline - &lt;b&gt;Am part of all that I have met&lt;/b&gt; sounds pretty cool. But the truth is it is very difficult to live with that, just for a simple reason that in life there are many ups and downs. For ups we want to be a part of but for downs we dont want to accept, how can i be wrong and can commit mistake. Strange thing is nobody wants to accept that they can do any wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the problem is, we want to be Perfect, start thinking we know everything and that nobody can do better than us. But we forget one thing that at times things are not in our hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, when you accept that &lt;b&gt;you are not Perfect&lt;/b&gt;, things become easy and you become a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-2755340029400346834?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/2755340029400346834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=2755340029400346834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2755340029400346834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2755340029400346834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-part-of-all-that-i-have-met.html' title='Am part of all that i have met'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-3487380577879105081</id><published>2010-07-21T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:09:16.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracle'/><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered what you are doing or where you are at present, why only you are there? And not anybody else? &lt;b&gt;Isnt it a Miracle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say it's coz of their dedication or Luck. I will say Neither, coz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are Hundred and Thousands of people doing the same thing and are more dedicated or focused than you, but they are not there where you are, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luck - again 2 types of luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Luck - Anything that goes in our favour, we call it as Good Luck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad Luck - Anything that goes against our favour, we call it as Bad Luck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What is Favour? &lt;br /&gt;Anything that boost our EGO is a favour. Sometime its your's and sometime its someone else's. So that means your Bad luck is a Good Luck for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe there is anything called as &lt;b&gt;"Luck"&lt;/b&gt; for a simple reason that &lt;b&gt;nothing in this world is Bad&lt;/b&gt;. Just coz you dont like some person or thing doesn't make that person/thing Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's &lt;b&gt;Miracle that is happening all around us&lt;/b&gt; and we dont have any control on anything. We dont even have control on the things that we have CREATED. Ever noticed how, many a times you try fixing/doing a thing but all in vein and as soon as someone touches it, it start happening/working. And you wonder what was wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you have met me, some of you dont but still reading this. Well, Thank You but &lt;b&gt;isnt it a Miracle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have met me are still finding it difficult that this is not the person they had met. &lt;b&gt;Isnt it a Miracle that you know a person for Years and 1 day you see that person has completely changed or Transformed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-3487380577879105081?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/3487380577879105081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=3487380577879105081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3487380577879105081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3487380577879105081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/07/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-1493219209641576976</id><published>2010-07-06T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T01:52:58.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other aspect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different perspective'/><title type='text'>Other Aspect</title><content type='html'>I always wonder how people create perception by looking at only one side. How our society impose things upon us, even when they themselves do not know the other side of the story, or perhaps they dont want to know. We often say, every coin has 2 sides then how come all these things/stories have only 1 end, which have been shown to us. Is it that the other end is more painful? Or is it that it will reveal the true color of their "&lt;b&gt;Heroes&lt;/b&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to give few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Every Year, we burn the effigies of Ravan, Meghnath &amp; Kumbkaran. Reason is, coz Ravan kidnap Sita, wife of Ram. But we often forget that it was Ram &amp; his Brother who first humiliated Ravan's sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she had &lt;b&gt;asked&lt;/b&gt; Ram was to marry her. Well, I dont see any wrong in that, not sure how many of you will see this as a wrong thing. I mean she had just "&lt;b&gt;Asked&lt;/b&gt;" him to marry her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to one south indian scripture Sita was ugly and was not beautiful, whereas Ravan's sister was very beautiful. And look at what Ram's brother did to her, according to same scripture he cut's her "&lt;b&gt;Nose, Ear &amp; Boobs&lt;/b&gt;". Since Boobs are the symbol of womanhood, he cut her boobs, so that no-body can marry her. Isnt this the most &lt;b&gt;cruel thing&lt;/b&gt; done to any women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, according to Jain religion, Raavan is one of the incarnation of God. So is it fair, to burn effigies of the God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Addition&lt;/b&gt;: Friend just pointed out that Raavan had never touched Sita unlike Ram who first took her Agni pariksha (Walk on the Fire) and then throw her out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Coming to Mahabharata, we all see Duryodhan as an evil person. I was reading a book called "Palace of Illusions" by Chitra Banerjee. According to the author, this book is based Draupadi, and gives feminist interpretation of the epic Mahabharata. According to this book, &lt;b&gt;Yudhisthira has more ego than Duryodhan&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Very different to what have been shown to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) In our schools, we have been taught that Czar's of Russia were very cruel. They didnt care for their people ..etc..etc. Am sure, it's still the same in the books now as well. Lately, people have found that Czar's were very &lt;b&gt;kind hearted ruler&lt;/b&gt; of Russia and have Blood relations with Britain's Royal Kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;Again very different to what have been taught to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Indian people blame M.A. Jinnah for creating a separate country whereas people who either had worked with him or have written about him, feels the other way. They feel that Jinnah was secular and was strongly in favour of "&lt;b&gt;United India&lt;/b&gt;". It was Nehru &amp; Gandhi who led to the division of India. &lt;br /&gt;Again very different to what have been portrayed to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i will say - please look at the other side before making any perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Am sure there will be many more examples, &lt;b&gt;Do share your knowledge and wisdom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-1493219209641576976?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/1493219209641576976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=1493219209641576976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1493219209641576976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1493219209641576976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/07/other-aspect.html' title='Other Aspect'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-2070413174870750775</id><published>2010-06-29T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:32:01.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what women want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What women Want?</title><content type='html'>Well, this question has been asked by everyone and from the time, human race came into existence. My personal exp. is, all they want is - &lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;. As I have mentioned in one of my &lt;a href="http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/12/love.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, how all she could ask was &lt;a href="http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/12/love.html"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;. Though she could have asked any thing, but her deep inner desire was of "&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say - &lt;b&gt;Women want security&lt;/b&gt;. My ans to that is, if that's the thing they want, then there would not have been many females who left their luxurious life and are staying with their less rich (as compare to their families) partners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say - in today's world, &lt;b&gt;they want career/ Identity of their own&lt;/b&gt;. Am sure, many of us must have seen females leaving their career after marriage, so again if career would have been the thing, they wont be leaving it - right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian history is filled with the stories how women has fought with destiny to bring back their loved ones. How they have left their everything to be with the one whom they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I will say, What Women Want - &lt;b&gt;Unconditional Love&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-2070413174870750775?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/2070413174870750775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=2070413174870750775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2070413174870750775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/2070413174870750775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-women-want.html' title='What women Want?'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-8842211395220100509</id><published>2010-06-21T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:08:40.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely Hands'/><title type='text'>Lonely Hands</title><content type='html'>Memories play very important role in our life. They can make you feel happy, sad, can bring smile on your face and can also bring tears in your eyes. On one side, You can wait entire life just to spend 1 moment with that someone special and on the other side, 1 moment spend with some person and you dont want to see that person again in your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, am narrating how i feel when some memories spend with that special person, came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when we both use to go there. Then comes a time, when you had started going alone, without knowing the reason why i had stopped going there. Reason was, I soo much want you and wanted you to be with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time when i was crossing that place my heart start pounding, something inside start saying - &lt;b&gt;Maybe you are there&lt;/b&gt;. Though that place was overcrowded, my eyes start searching, searching the glimpse of you. &lt;b&gt;Your Smile!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those memories came to me, how i use to protect you from the crowd, how i use to hold your hand. But this time, it was all different. There was No one to protect, No one to Hold and my &lt;b&gt;Lonely hands were Missing the touch of your's&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-8842211395220100509?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/8842211395220100509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=8842211395220100509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8842211395220100509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8842211395220100509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/06/lonely-hands.html' title='Lonely Hands'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-5702763788287832748</id><published>2010-06-14T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:02:49.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame on others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone is always far'/><title type='text'>Is there a true love?</title><content type='html'>Last night a friend called up saying she want to discuss something. I went to her place and she was crying. After sometime, i asked her what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said - her love story is now ended completely. I asked her, to tell me the complete thing to which she said, they had a bad fight and now its &lt;b&gt;all over&lt;/b&gt;. I feel very happy that finally its over but still to make sure, i asked her - Is this story finally over or is it that after some days you will start cribbing again about this guy? To this she said, No No, this time it's completely over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i still dont believe her, as this is almost 100 time in the last few months that she said that her love story is over. This guy treats her very bad, even say bad words which otherwise you dont say it. Still this girl does not listen or want to move on but want to stick with the same guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing is - many girls fall in love with those people who are either already engaged/married or who dont treat them nicely. I happen to ask this to a female and she said -&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its fun and challenging when you fall in for these guys. Fun is coz they are very un-expected/surprising &amp; challenging is since these guys have tendency to shift from one female to another and they want to prove it wrong by showing that these guys can stick to them"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your comments and let me know your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-5702763788287832748?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/5702763788287832748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=5702763788287832748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5702763788287832748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5702763788287832748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-there-true-love.html' title='Is there a true love?'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-3558202716264581705</id><published>2010-05-27T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T04:32:26.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accountability'/><title type='text'>Accountability</title><content type='html'>Yesterday &lt;b&gt;Air India (AI)&lt;/b&gt; staff strike was called off and this time NOT due to their peer pressure but by firm stand of the Govt. They did not bend to the demands of AI staff. Though I really like the attitude of the Govt. as this is no way to get your demands met. But having said that, doesnt mean that Govt. should start exploiting the labour or dont care/listen to them. Ofcourse, there must be &lt;b&gt;strict&lt;/b&gt; laws for such exploitation but going on strikes are &lt;b&gt;NO option either&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 days, many travelers suffer due to the Strike from AI staff. People had booked their tickets couple of days in advance,so that means they have no idea about this last minute strike. Apart from losing money, they have also lost their &lt;b&gt;precious&lt;/b&gt; time. Some might have important issues to be resolved, but this strike &lt;b&gt;left them stranded at the airport&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 days of Strike costs Govt. 12 Crores. This money is very important as last year only, Govt. has given 10,000 Crore to AI for its &lt;b&gt;survival&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From where do Govt. get all this money (read 10,000 crore)? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From You, Me and ALL the taxpayers&lt;/b&gt; of the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who is accountable for this loss (12 crores in 2 days) of money? Or Should we stop paying Tax? Or should there be Laws that no Govt. employees can go on Strike or else they will be sacked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your comments and let me know your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-3558202716264581705?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/3558202716264581705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=3558202716264581705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3558202716264581705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3558202716264581705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/05/accountability.html' title='Accountability'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-3117829442414654709</id><published>2010-05-16T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T03:36:13.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backward or Forward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing Times'/><title type='text'>Changing Times</title><content type='html'>Those who still believe that it's the guys who makes the first move needs to think again. Now girls dont want to wait for Guys to make the first move, instead if they are interested in some guy they take the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm narrating 2 Real life incidents which happen to me in the recent past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Last week, I went to Doolally (Pune's first brewhouse) as friends had already gone there and were calling. Met friends and getting to know friends of the friends. There was this girl who was drooling over a foreigner. After sometime, she started saying that she wanna get laid by this foreigner. Everyone was shocked, but that didnt stop her from going ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Yest. I went to Pyramids lawns (Riverview) for Live music concert. Music was nice and was enjoying. They stopped the concert for a refreshment break. I went to Food stall, put few items (am not gonna disclose, what &amp; how much) on my plate. All of a sudden 1 girl came and start talking to me that she is single, &amp; she likes me ...etc..etc. After a while, she said, she wanted to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like existence is telling us to shed our inhibitions and adjust to the changing times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you people say/think, post your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-3117829442414654709?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/3117829442414654709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=3117829442414654709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3117829442414654709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3117829442414654709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/05/changing-times.html' title='Changing Times'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-826951127878391701</id><published>2010-05-07T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:16:37.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backward or Forward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reservation'/><title type='text'>Backward or Forward?</title><content type='html'>We all condemn the Britishers for ruling our country for more than 2 centuries. Today I like to &lt;b&gt;Thank&lt;/b&gt; them for giving us what we call &lt;b&gt;India&lt;/b&gt;. Before Britishers took over, India was divided into small kingdoms and in severals castes. They united all these kingdoms and abolish various in-human practices like Sati pratha ..etc..etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are after 63 years of Independence, indulging in creating smaller and smaller states and dividing people according to caste/creed/region and religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our constitution was written by B. R. Ambedkar, a lower caste person, the motive behind this move would have been to treat everybody equally.Our constitution says that everybody's equal and holds equal rights, no matter to which caste they belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;b&gt;Ironic&lt;/b&gt; that today we dont want to follow the &lt;b&gt;principal of equality&lt;/b&gt;, basic of our Constitution. We want to divide the society on the basis of castes/regions and Religions. Everybody says that Britishers had adopted the &lt;b&gt;policy of Divide and Rule but isnt the same that we Indians are doing now&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier we only have &lt;a href="http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/04/reservation.html"&gt;quota system&lt;/a&gt; but now a separate census for the people belonging to lower castes. Isnt this &lt;b&gt;dividing the society&lt;/b&gt;? Amazine how a person would feel when you tell him/her that they cant stand and vote with you coz their census is different as they belong to lower caste.  &lt;b&gt;Isnt this a Shame to what we call it as a Modern India&lt;/b&gt;? Are we going Forward or moving Backward?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-826951127878391701?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/826951127878391701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=826951127878391701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/826951127878391701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/826951127878391701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/05/backward-or-forward.html' title='Backward or Forward?'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-3715101192870199177</id><published>2010-04-19T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:22:21.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reservation'/><title type='text'>Reservation</title><content type='html'>Admission season is round the corner and again there will be Reservation issues. Deserving people dont get admission whereas other people will get the admission.. why? Coz they belong to a particular caste/religion where Govt has reserved a quota for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the Caste system and more than that I Hate Reservation being given to them. It's not that I'm against those people or something but coz this reservation will &lt;b&gt;deprive the capable people to utilize their abilities/skills&lt;/b&gt;. Let me give you 1 example - One student who studied hard whole year and get 90% marks and another student who didnt study much and just get the passing marks i.e. 35-40%. When it comes to Admission, this person who studied SOO hard didnt get admission .. why? Coz of the reservation system and this person who didnt study at all, got the admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People give the argument that these people does not have necessary facilities, so my question is - why doesnt Govt provide these facilities and make them able to &lt;b&gt;COMPETE&lt;/b&gt; with other people rather than giving them quota/reservations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I see is - &lt;b&gt;It's kind of disgrace even to those people who belong to these castes/religion as it tells them directly - look you are not capable enough to COMPETE with other people so we are giving you the reservation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many political parties make BIG hue and cry saying that other political parties categorizes people based on Caste. But at the same time, they want the reservation based on caste and Religion. Perhaps they themselves are in a dilemma what exactly they want i.e. On one side, they want Reservation based on Caste/Religion and on the other hand they want to abolish/remove this caste system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-3715101192870199177?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/3715101192870199177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=3715101192870199177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3715101192870199177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3715101192870199177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/04/reservation.html' title='Reservation'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-1607814547462989690</id><published>2010-04-06T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:50:00.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame on others'/><title type='text'>Blame on others</title><content type='html'>When I first came to Pune from Punjab, I was like wow, i have come to the Education city (&lt;i&gt;Oxford of the East&lt;/i&gt;) of India. My thoughts when I came to Pune was, that condition of women here will be much better as compared to the other cities. But with the passage i realized this is NOT the case. Infact even worse than other cities. If you have read my &lt;a href="http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/03/womens-bill.html"&gt;previous posts&lt;/a&gt; you will know how much I respect women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my place in Punjab, if something happens to a Girl/Female, we catch the culprit and don't blame the Girl coz she is the victim. But here (read Pune) whenever something happen, people put ALL the blame on the Girl/Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember few years back there was a rape in Symbiosis and Administration put all the blame on the Girl saying her dressing was NOT proper. They did not try to catch the culprit and put him behind bars but instead they force the &lt;b&gt;dress code&lt;/b&gt; in the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, Girls are Molested, Raped, Beaten up but then again, ALL the blame is on the Girl. I dont understand why instead of putting these culprits behind bars, we blame the women who actually are the victims?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear your thoughts on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-1607814547462989690?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/1607814547462989690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=1607814547462989690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1607814547462989690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1607814547462989690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/04/blame-on-others.html' title='Blame on others'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-6211282061824617342</id><published>2010-03-22T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T02:24:30.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you fight for justice?</title><content type='html'>Today when i logged on to &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/satinderp"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, I saw there were many tweets related to Shaheed Bhagat Singh, Rajguru and Sukhdev coz today is the martyrdom day for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people fight for everyone of us, ir-respective of our caste, colour, creed or regions which shows their &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; towards this Great Nation. And today, we are fighting amongst ourselves on the basis of Regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Maharashtra, every now and then some political party come up and start spreading hatred. They spill venom on people belonging to other regions. They vendalize shops, burn Buses ..etc..etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure, if these people (Bhagat Singh, Rajguru &amp; Sukhdev) would have seen this, they would have cried and felt sorry for what they have done for India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering how many of us will follow the path which they have followed? How many of us are willing to sacrifice our luxuries and are willing to fight for the justice? How many of us see and Believe in &lt;b&gt;India as ONE&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-6211282061824617342?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/6211282061824617342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=6211282061824617342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6211282061824617342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6211282061824617342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-you-fight-for-injustice.html' title='Will you fight for justice?'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-8704758330071047157</id><published>2010-03-10T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T03:15:48.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reservation'/><title type='text'>Women's Bill</title><content type='html'>From the last 2 days, there have been ruckus in the parliament, which ofcourse is not a new thing. India has witnessed even worse than what we had seen in the last 2 days. These chaos are for passing the women's bill in the Rajya Sabha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm against any kind of reservation, but feel inclined towards this bill. Reason being, it will help women who has been deprived of their equality with men. More Importantly it will help them to stand up and work &lt;a href="http://www.yourdictionary.com/idioms/shoulder-to-shoulder"&gt;shoulder to shoulder&lt;/a&gt; with their male counterparts. Being from a Sikh religion, where our Gurus has taught us that Females are NO less than males. They said - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ਸੋ ਕਯੋਂ ਮੰਦਾ ਆਖੀਏ&lt;br /&gt;ਜਿਤ ਜਮੇ ਰਾਜਾਨ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning thereby, we should NOT say any bad word/thing to women when they are the one who gives you the BIRTH. Your whole identity/being is coz of them. You must have the &lt;b&gt;HIGHEST&lt;/b&gt; regard for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, coming back to yest. events, in the evening I came to know that after Voting on Women's bill, It has been passed. I was feeling very happy, atleast something has started for the betterment of the women. For those, who has missed my earlier post about Plight of Indian women, you can read &lt;a href="http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-perspective.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the &lt;a href="http://www.ndtv.com/news/india/sonia-gandhi-exclusive-on-womens-bill-17464.php"&gt;Interview of Sonia Gandhi&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/BDutt"&gt;Barkha Dutt&lt;/a&gt; from NDTV. She said a very beautiful thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its NOT the victory of any party, but the victory of ALL the women's in India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though her party people are going gaga over this, but she doesnt want to give the credit to herself but to the entire nation's women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I congratulate ALL the women's of India. Though the road ahead is not smooth as this is just a baby step towards what we wish to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-8704758330071047157?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/8704758330071047157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=8704758330071047157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8704758330071047157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8704758330071047157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/03/womens-bill.html' title='Women&apos;s Bill'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-5810287481434124220</id><published>2010-03-02T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:57:50.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Networker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Networker'/><title type='text'>Good Networker or bad networker</title><content type='html'>Today's age is the age of social networking sites like &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/satinderp"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;. Everyday we get one or other follow / friend requests on these sites, but am wondering are we able to cope up with everything? Or it's mere a showoff e.g. how many followers i have on Twitter or how many friends i have on Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what one of the networker who has more than 1000 contacts writes after deleting 400 contacts/friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"well... everything is a good excuse to watch yourself I guess... I was almost reaching 1.000 and I was a bit "proud"... good networking... but then, really, who gives the s.... about networking? I realized that out of 1000 friends I am interested in few... I like when I see interesting post, video, some nice and honest sharing, I like art. It is also clear for me that I am not interested in games, roses, virtual gift or hugs... than you make a choice..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a person like me, who does not want to Hurt anybody, visiting my parents last month had opened many doors. I was there for 1 weak, though I had Internet connection but my brother's  laptop had gone for repairing, so it was as good as nothing. During that time, I realized that what are my priorities? What I want to do in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few months i was online for almost 15 hours a day on Twitter but now a days though I still stay online on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/satinderp"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; but my activities have been reduced. I only tweet when I feel that people can gain something out of that, or I reply to those tweets wherein I feel my ans might help the other person. So what does this show? Am a good networker or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let me know what you think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-5810287481434124220?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/5810287481434124220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=5810287481434124220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5810287481434124220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5810287481434124220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-networker-or-bad-networker.html' title='Good Networker or bad networker'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-9452155108816039</id><published>2010-02-15T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T02:40:06.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame on others'/><title type='text'>Blame on others</title><content type='html'>On Saturday evening, at around 7:15 PM, when i was coming from Delhi to Pune, I came to know that there is a Bomb Blast in &lt;b&gt;Koregaon Park, Pune&lt;/b&gt;. A place which I consider the most safest place in Pune had witnessed the terror attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Day, i bought the newspaper and it was written that cause for the blast is &lt;b&gt;Bursting of LPG cylinder&lt;/b&gt; and by the time i reached Pune i.e. around 11:30PM, it was confirmed that it was a terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also came to know that people burn the posters of Bal Thackeray coz the state govt has said that it was due to his threat of stopping the screening of the movie i.e. "&lt;b&gt;My Name is Khan&lt;/b&gt;" that the state govt had to deploy the police on the theaters, so that the screening of the movie goes smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering what kind of Govt is this? For this govt, &lt;b&gt;entertainment is a bigger issue than the lives of innocent people?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they already had the &lt;b&gt;intelligence report&lt;/b&gt; that there are possible terror attacks in Pune then why did they remove the security personnel from the sensitive areas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now another story is going around that Terrorists got panicked, but how can any person panics when his/her only motive is to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this govt stop fooling around and start taking the citizens seriously? When will this Govt stop blaming others for their negligence and Failures?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts on this, do write&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-9452155108816039?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/9452155108816039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=9452155108816039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/9452155108816039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/9452155108816039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/02/blame-on-others.html' title='Blame on others'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-6259794208083227875</id><published>2010-02-04T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:22:06.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success and Start Ups'/><title type='text'>Success and Start  ups</title><content type='html'>Every now and then we come across an article which says that some student who started something is now earning millions. But am wondering how many of them really get successful? Whats the percentage of these successful people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps not even 1 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what??? Not even a 1 percent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, not even a 1 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this mean? Does this mean that others who has started something are not capable? Well, certainly not. That does not mean any such thing, that means others have stopped exactly on the edge. Had they gone further, they would also have tasted success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there will be many factors which contribute to their success but i will not go into that details. Coz for every single factor there have been BOOKS written by well versed authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point that i want to highlight is - We should not get tempted by those stories but should only do those things wherein we know that, even if we have jump from that edge, we can do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-6259794208083227875?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/6259794208083227875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=6259794208083227875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6259794208083227875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6259794208083227875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/02/success-and-start-ups.html' title='Success and Start  ups'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-145116147516160895</id><published>2010-02-01T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:12:50.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Perspective</title><content type='html'>We all knows the plight of women in India. At times, we do talk about them getting beaten up, raped, molested, female infant foeticied ... you name them, and its there. I was talking to my German friend about female infant foeticied (abortion), that it is illegal in India and the reason why it is illegal in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this my friend said - India should legalize abortion, or maybe govt should promote it. I asked - why? He said, it will solve two purpose i.e. 1) It will control Population and 2) &lt;b&gt;Very Important - it will give women their share of respect.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How it will control population - lets say abortion is legal in India, more n more people will abort female infant foeticides and after 10-15 years, for every 4 males there will be 1 female, which means out of 4 only 1 will get married. In other words &lt;b&gt;less population&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;Very Important - it will bring women out of their plight&lt;/b&gt; which they are going thru at present. When, for every 4 males there will be 1 female, then people will start respecting them. They will be appreciated. They will be acknowledged. They will be given their share of honor. They will be treated them like princess's, thus ending their misery and plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People - post your comments and let us know what you think about this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-145116147516160895?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/145116147516160895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=145116147516160895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/145116147516160895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/145116147516160895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-perspective.html' title='Another Perspective'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-823396902297822829</id><published>2010-01-27T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T01:50:50.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone is always far'/><title type='text'>Someone .... something is always far</title><content type='html'>One of my FB friend asks me why someone/something which you Love is always far? What can you answer to this question, so i said i will think and will let you know. One day i was doing my morning walk, then all of a sudden this question pop up in my mind alongwith the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why someone/something is always far is coz if that someone/something is near to you, you will loose the importance of that. Perhaps this is what happens with most of couples who are in Love. Till the time they are far, they &lt;b&gt;VALUE each other&lt;/b&gt;, the moment they start living together soon they start loosing the importance of other person and they start growing apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Existence will give you that only when the time is right and when you needed it the most. When desperation is at his best, if at that point of time you get what you love, it will give you a exp. which cant be forgotten. &lt;b&gt;A blissful exp&lt;/b&gt;. Those will be the precious moments which you can cherish thru out your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-823396902297822829?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/823396902297822829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=823396902297822829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/823396902297822829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/823396902297822829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-something-is-always-far.html' title='Someone .... something is always far'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-4374999919454086074</id><published>2010-01-12T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:04:44.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lohri Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lohri Song'/><title type='text'>Lohri Song &amp; Story</title><content type='html'>While Tweeting today, this thought came to my mind - how many of the youngsters knows the REAL Lohri song? How many knows the exact story behind Lohri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not many, so thought of posting it here. First the &lt;b&gt;Lyrics&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ਸੁੰਦਰ ਮੁੰਦਰੀਏ ਹੋ&lt;br /&gt;ਤੇਰਾ ਕੌਣ ਵਿਚਾਰਾ ਹੋ&lt;br /&gt;ਦੁਲਾ ਭੱਟੀ ਵਾਲਾ ਹੋ&lt;br /&gt;ਦੁਲਾ ਦੀ ਧੀ ਵਿਹਾਯੀ ਹੋ&lt;br /&gt;ਸੇਰ ਸ਼ਕ੍ਕਰ ਪਾਈ ਹੋ&lt;br /&gt;ਕੁੜੀ ਦਾ ਲਾਲ ਪਾਚਾਕਾ ਹੋ&lt;br /&gt;ਕੁੜੀ ਦਾ ਸਾਲੂ ਪਾਤ੍ਤਾ ਹੋ&lt;br /&gt;ਸਾਲੂ ਕੌਣ ਸਮੇਟੇ&lt;br /&gt;ਮਾਮ੍ਹੇ ਚੂਰੀ ਕੁੱਟੀ&lt;br /&gt;ਜ਼ਮਿਦਾਰਾ ਲੁੱਟੀ&lt;br /&gt;ਜ਼ਮੀਂਦਾਰ ਸੁਧਾਏ&lt;br /&gt;ਬੜੇ ਭੋਲੇ ਆਏ&lt;br /&gt;ਏਕ ਭੋਲਾ ਰਹ ਗਯਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਸਿਪਾਹੀ ਪਕੜ ਲੈ ਗਯਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਸਿਪਾਹੀ ਨੇ ਮਾਰੀ ਈਟ&lt;br /&gt;ਸਾਨੂ ਦੇ ਦੇ ਲੋਹਰੀ ਤੇ ਤੇਰੀ ਜੀਵੇ ਜੋੜੀ&lt;br /&gt;ਪਹੀਨ੍ਵੇ ਰੋ ਤੇ ਫਾਨ੍ਨ੍ਵੇ ਪਿਟ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunder mundriye hoe!&lt;br /&gt;Tera kaun wicahara hoe!&lt;br /&gt;Dullah bhatti walla hoe!&lt;br /&gt;Dullahe di dhee vyayae hoe!&lt;br /&gt;Ser shakkar payee hoe!&lt;br /&gt;Kudi da laal pachaka hoe!&lt;br /&gt;Kudi da saalu paatta hoe!&lt;br /&gt;Salu kaun samete!&lt;br /&gt;Mamhe choori kutti! zamidara lutti!&lt;br /&gt;Zamindaar sudhaye!&lt;br /&gt;bade bhole aaye!&lt;br /&gt;Ek bhola reh gaya!&lt;br /&gt;Sipahee pakad ke lai gaya!&lt;br /&gt;Sipahee ne mari eet!&lt;br /&gt;Sanoo de de lohri te teri jeeve jodi!&lt;br /&gt;Paheenve ro te phannve pit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now the story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will save you poor one (to a rescued girl)&lt;br /&gt;Dullah Bhatti is here for you (He rescued the girls who were abandoned and rejected after kidnap!)&lt;br /&gt;The Duallah married off his daughter (the rescued girls were adopted by him as his daughters)&lt;br /&gt;He gave a measure (sher about a kilo)of sugar!&lt;br /&gt;The girl is wearing bridal red dress!&lt;br /&gt;But her shawl is torn (poor and soiled-girl has been raped?)!&lt;br /&gt;Who will stitch her shawl(repair her reputation)?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maternal uncle made sweet ghee bread (choori)! (maternal uncles were responsible to vouch for chastity of the girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landlords ravished it (meaning the girl kidnapped by rich moghul landlords!)!&lt;br /&gt;He made the landlords eat a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of innocent guys came (poor grooms)&lt;br /&gt;One innocent boy got left behind (the poorest of poor!)&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers arrested him! (Indicated that he was in collusion with Bhatti the rebel)&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers hit him with a brick! (tortured him)&lt;br /&gt;Give us lohri (gifts) ..long live you couple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-4374999919454086074?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/4374999919454086074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=4374999919454086074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/4374999919454086074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/4374999919454086074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/01/lohri-song-story.html' title='Lohri Song &amp; Story'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-6172708342470118477</id><published>2010-01-08T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:43:58.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pervert'/><title type='text'>Pervert</title><content type='html'>Everybody says that Guys are &lt;b&gt;Pervert&lt;/b&gt;, but how Girls flaunt their colors of bras on Facebook today, doesnt that make them &lt;b&gt;Pervert&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perversion"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt; - Perversion is a concept describing those types of human behavior that are perceived to be a serious deviation from what is considered to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there ONLY Sexual Perverts? Well, I think not. I like to categorize so i will do that now, as well. According to me there are 3 types of Perverts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sexual Pervert&lt;br /&gt;2) Power Pervert (Read Politicians)&lt;br /&gt;3) Limelight Pervert (Read Celebrities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Sexual Pervert&lt;/b&gt; - I feel people already know so much about this category that i should let them into their fantasy world. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Power Pervert&lt;/b&gt; - There is a general thinking in India that if you have the Power, no matter what you do, you can get away with it. Coz till recently, this use to happen. People having some power become sooo &lt;b&gt;SHAMELESS&lt;/b&gt; that even if you catch them Red Handed, they will straight away deny the &lt;b&gt;FACT&lt;/b&gt; that its not them. &lt;br /&gt;I would like to mention here 1 incident, which took place couple of months back at the AGM of our society (building) where I stay. I raised 1 point saying that it was agreed in the last AGM, this Secretory(Old man which is a &lt;b&gt;Power Pervert&lt;/b&gt;) completely denied it. When I confronted other members, every member who was present was saying that it was &lt;b&gt;Agreed&lt;/b&gt; but this Secretory was completely Denying it. Then I have to get it in &lt;b&gt;WRITING&lt;/b&gt; so that next time, if he deny, i will show him his handwritten letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Limelight Pervert&lt;/b&gt; - There are people who can do anything to get into the Limelight. They will do Bad mouthing, will abuse anybody (if you have seen roadies/splitvilla - you know what I mean), and they can even kiss a stranger just to get some limelight. &lt;br /&gt;E.g. To name a few Rakhi Sawant, Sherlyn Chopra ..etc. Just to get some limelight and get noticed, they make these kind of remarks - &lt;b&gt;"Jo Bhagwan nahi Deta Woh Doctor Deta hai"&lt;/b&gt;. They will do all kind of stunts just to stay into limelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to know your opinion or if you want to add anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-6172708342470118477?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/6172708342470118477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=6172708342470118477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6172708342470118477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6172708342470118477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/01/pervert.html' title='Pervert'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-6542172152089767429</id><published>2010-01-04T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:07:22.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>This is my first post after New Year, so i was thinking what should be my first post. After wishing everyone, i realized what else could be more appropriate than talking about &lt;b&gt;Dreams.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered about how these dreams come and how these changes our life. So, I decided to put them into 3 categories which are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Which comes automatic i.e. which God/Existence want to show/give us&lt;br /&gt;2) Things which are in our Sub-conscious mind&lt;br /&gt;3) Things that we see while we try to sleep during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Dreams that comes automatic and can change your life:&lt;/b&gt; Am sure, everyone has seen this movie &lt;b&gt;"Avatar"&lt;/b&gt;, even in that movie they have shown that every person is connected to God/Existence. It is just that during our day-to-day life somehow we stop listening to God/Existence. Then these things come as &lt;b&gt;Dreams&lt;/b&gt; to show whats gonna happen in the future. Or if something has happened in the past and we are not able to understand then how and why it has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Things which are in our sub-conscious mind:&lt;/b&gt; There are six functions of the subconscious.  One, as a memory bank (like a computer), two, to regulate involuntary functions (heart, thinking, etc.), three, as the seat of emotions, four, as the seat of imagination, five, to control habit, and six, as a dynamo –directing energy that motivates us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand how this works, first you must understand the four states of mind.  We are in the beta state for most of our waking hours.  Our brain radiates these waves (13 cycles per second, often greatly higher) when we are thinking, reasoning or engaging in problem solving.  As our brain waves slow to between 8 and 13 cycles per second, we enter the alpha state of mind.  The door between our conscious and subconscious mind is opened, and it becomes easier to access the memories and storage of new information.  This is also often referred as the meditative state, in which the mind and body become so relaxed.  We are also more suggestible in this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below the two conscious states are theta (between 4 to 8 cycles per second), the dream state, and delta (below four cycles per second), which is deep sleep or total unconsciousness.  We are actually familiar with these states since we must pass through theta on the way to and from delta.  Likewise, we must pass through alpha on the way to and from sleep.  When we are just going to sleep but not quite there yet, or just awakening but not yet awake, we are either in Alpha or theta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Things that we see while we try to sleep during the night:&lt;/b&gt; These can also be called as our wishes. We try to imagine those things that we have wished to come true. &lt;b&gt;We create our own imaginary world&lt;/b&gt; and do the things how we want to do. e.g. If i want to be with a person whom I love, first i will create the circumstances of how we will meet, after meeting what we will do, where we will go ..etc..etc. So everything is happening in the imaginary world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-6542172152089767429?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/6542172152089767429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=6542172152089767429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6542172152089767429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6542172152089767429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-9084063133849972215</id><published>2009-12-29T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:57:01.199-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>New Year is just round the corner, so everybody is either making the resolutions which either they will not follow or will just lies there written. People are evaluating what mistakes they have made this year and what they have learnt out of them. Whether this year was BAD or was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what should i call this year as - Good or Bad. Coz soo many things had happened that its very difficult to decide whether the year was good or bad. But one thing is for sure, memories will be there unless i turn into "&lt;b&gt;Amnesia&lt;/b&gt;" (loss of memory) patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times i use to feel, why it is happening to me? At times, I felt whatever has happened or is happening, is for a Reason. At times, I feel that its your energy and will flow in whatever direction you want to but then you have to bear the consequences. At times, I feel that all i can do is Pray to Existence/God/Super consciousness for the well being of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to wish for anything but only &lt;b&gt;STRENGTH&lt;/b&gt; so that i can accept whatever is/will happen to me or to those people whom am connected with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only wish and resolution for the New Year is - &lt;b&gt;God! please bring Peace and Harmony in everybody's life so that we can make a better place for ALL the living beings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-9084063133849972215?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/9084063133849972215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=9084063133849972215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/9084063133849972215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/9084063133849972215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-4511903971026833711</id><published>2009-12-25T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:59:44.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Last evening, me and my friend went out for dinner. After having the dinner, we went for a drive and was chatting. She was telling me her exp. in Goa and that she saw many falling stars and what all she had wished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, all she could say while seeing the falling star was - &lt;b&gt;"LOVE"&lt;/b&gt;. Then she realized its not what she wanna say and wished to see another falling star, so that she can ask for what she want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bingo! and there was it, another falling star&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the same thing happen, all she could say was "LOVE". She wanted to say she want &lt;b&gt;"Soul-mate"&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;"Love of her Life"&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;"Prince Charming"&lt;/b&gt; but all she could say was &lt;b&gt;"LOVE"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so nice and touched that she is the blessed one, the chosen one, the one with pure heart. Existence want to give her lots of Love and doesnt want her to be confined by any single person. So every time she see a falling star, she end up just saying &lt;b&gt;"LOVE"&lt;/b&gt; without adding anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel its her journey which lead her to this stage where existence is talking to her directly. I just wish if Existence can make her realize that she is one integral part of the existence and Existence Love her and is/will &lt;b&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/b&gt; take care of her and will do what's &lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt; for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-4511903971026833711?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/4511903971026833711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=4511903971026833711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/4511903971026833711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/4511903971026833711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-6561104414015771875</id><published>2009-12-13T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:10:37.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles to go before I sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;मुकदस की राहों में &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;अकेले है चलना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;एक नयी ठोकर &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;एक नया संभालना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;खुदा के आँगन में खेलना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;और उसी में लेटना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;किसी&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;का&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;आना , किसी&amp;nbsp; का &amp;nbsp;जाना &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;कभी&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;हसना&amp;nbsp; , कभी  रोना&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;इस&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;गुलिस्तान&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;में &amp;nbsp;रंग&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;बिरंगे&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;फूल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;किसी &amp;nbsp;का &amp;nbsp;खिलना , किसी &amp;nbsp;का &amp;nbsp;मुरझाना &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ए&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;मुसाफिर , इन&amp;nbsp; नज़ारें&amp;nbsp; को&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;देख&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;मत&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;रुकना &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;क्यूंकि&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ज़िन्दगी&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;का   &amp;nbsp;काम&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;है &amp;nbsp;चलना , काम &amp;nbsp;है &amp;nbsp;चलना .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very difficult to translate this into English, i will still try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the paths of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to Walk &lt;b&gt;ALONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday One New Obstacle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One New Learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in the Garden of Existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lying Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somebody's coming, Somebody's Going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At times laughing, at times Crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this Garden, there are All types of Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone is Blossoming, someone is Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Dear, dont &lt;b&gt;STOP&lt;/b&gt; by looking at these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coz Life has to go on... and on ... and on .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who can put better words, please do so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-6561104414015771875?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/6561104414015771875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=6561104414015771875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6561104414015771875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6561104414015771875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/12/miles-to-go-before-i-sleep.html' title='Miles to go before I sleep'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-643342458749672828</id><published>2009-12-08T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:36:13.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is what ... our thoughts are</title><content type='html'>Life is what ... our thoughts are. During childhood my parents use to say that If I study hard then i will be a successful person but i never use to believe in that. Coz whenever I use to see in REAL life all the successful people were not very GOOD in studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder what makes them so successful, i realize that it's their thoughts that makes them successful. From beginning only, they treat themselves as successful persons and later on they do get &lt;b&gt;Success&lt;/b&gt;. I remember One dialogue from a recent movie, which is so relevant here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Agar kisi cheez ko shiddat se chaho toh puri qayanat usko tumhe milane mein lag jati hai&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;English translation - &lt;b&gt;If you ask anything Whole-heartedly then whole existence start working in that direction and you get what you ask for.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we pray to God/Existence, so actually what we do? By going to the temple, standing in front of marble idols, saying/asking something? If you see it logically then this does not make any sense. But &lt;b&gt;actually you are not doing that, you need to see beyond that, beyond your religiousness, it's your OWN thoughts that are working on getting the things done for you i.e. whatever you have asked for.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the world that we see is dependent on our thoughts. If you have Happy thoughts then you will see so much happiness and Joy all around you and on everybody's faces but if your thoughts are Sad, then you see everybody have so many problems and the whole world is in suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to make your life, make your thoughts positive and Happy, and spread Happiness, Joy and Laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-643342458749672828?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/643342458749672828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=643342458749672828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/643342458749672828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/643342458749672828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-what-our-thoughts-are.html' title='Life is what ... our thoughts are'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-7260691802647305968</id><published>2009-11-30T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:25:23.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your mind can do wonders</title><content type='html'>Mind is very powerful "&lt;b&gt;TOOL&lt;/b&gt;" given to us by God/Existence/Nature. All Your  acts are controlled by this Tool. So, it is very important to know how it works and how things are getting controlled by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It can make you weak or strong:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I always use to wonder how these DON's/Goon's works. I realized that it's not that these DON's beat the &lt;b&gt;REAL&lt;/b&gt; troublesome people, on the other hand they beat other people to create the "&lt;b&gt;Fear&lt;/b&gt;" in REAL troublesome people. It's like telling them that they are "&lt;b&gt;WEAK&lt;/b&gt;", once people get influenced that they are weak, immediately they (goons) start looking very powerful and strong and people start becoming weaker ..n..weaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you &lt;b&gt;believe&lt;/b&gt; that you are not going to get intimidated by these tricks, you find yourself strong enough that you can fight alone, even if you dont have any support from anyone. Now once these (goons) see that you are not getting intimated then either they will try to be friend with you or they will start fearing you. Coz you are the one who doesnt get intimated by their tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see how this whole scenario changes once &lt;b&gt;you start &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that you have tremendous power in the form of MIND which can control not only you but also other people as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, use this &lt;b&gt;TOOL&lt;/b&gt; to make you strong and NOT weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-7260691802647305968?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/7260691802647305968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=7260691802647305968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7260691802647305968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7260691802647305968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-mind-can-do-wonders.html' title='Your mind can do wonders'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-3540979698472594284</id><published>2009-11-27T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:03:17.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am part of all that I have met</title><content type='html'>Last nite, went to a party organised by Destiny of Sound with DJ Pearl playing. A friend from Facebook invited me to the party, so call other friends to come. Party was nice, Music was good, danced and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, drop the friends to their places, and thought of having Bun-Maska. To all those people who dont know what is "Bun-Maska", so let me explain you - It is Bun with Butter and Jam. It specially taste &lt;b&gt;Excellent&lt;/b&gt; if you eat early in the morning lets say from 1AM to 6AM. So, this urge drives me to have Bun-Maska with Tea. As I was having it, reminds me of OLD memories and took me to the Flash Back to few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time i had Bun-Maska, it was 8 years back, at 4:30 AM in the morning. It was heavenly feeling and after that, it was everyday for couple of years. That Bakery was our home for Dinner cum Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say Memories never die, today when I was having it, it reminds me ALL those old memories. I miss all my old friends who are not there with me now and had left Pune to pursue their career and Life. I just wanted to say - &lt;b&gt;I LOVE &amp; THANK ALL OF YOU&lt;/b&gt; for being part of me/my life at some point of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-3540979698472594284?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/3540979698472594284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=3540979698472594284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3540979698472594284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3540979698472594284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/11/memories.html' title='Am part of all that I have met'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-8755289238655742605</id><published>2009-11-22T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:01:29.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilling Sunday</title><content type='html'>After having a late Friday night party, didnt feel like going out the next day. So was relaxing at home, watching TV, ordered Pizza and coke for dinner. It was around 11:30PM when on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/satinderp"&gt;my twitter&lt;/a&gt; account someone posted that there is an event for the bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send them an email asking more about the event and got a reply that event is specifically for Bloggers and only couple entries allowed. So I registered my name as RSVP for the event, reached there by 1:30 PM. Though later on i saw groups with only Guys coming to the event which was bit surprising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/Swk1xGXsSXI/AAAAAAAAAog/7mD7zVLEDFI/s1600/22112009399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/Swk1xGXsSXI/AAAAAAAAAog/7mD7zVLEDFI/s320/22112009399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you enter, to the right, you see the DJ playing by the pool and on the left side, there are counters for Food and Beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/Swk18jNYVrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/nFJn4yvqzEg/s1600/22112009400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/Swk18jNYVrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/nFJn4yvqzEg/s320/22112009400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/Swk2RwJyyTI/AAAAAAAAAow/-gCK4tork9M/s1600/22112009401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/Swk2RwJyyTI/AAAAAAAAAow/-gCK4tork9M/s320/22112009401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the event was organized by Fosters, they were distributing "Hats" with their Logo on them. There were couple of female's who were wearing Fosters swimming costume's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was Great, much variety for Non-veg people, blessings for me. Chicken was Tender, Mutton was bit Spicy and Fish was good to taste. Only thing that somehow does not make sense was Laccha Parantha's with Starters or Kebabs. I mean how will you eat Parantha with a Starter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were not many things for Vegetarians, but Fresh Coconut Water was refreshing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience. As for the ambiance, it was open, nice, serene esp. for a person like me, who loves Nature so much. Much trees and greenery around, even the air you breathe was kind of pure for the city like Pune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, It was a nice way to enjoy lazy Sunday afternoon on the pool side, sipping Chiiled Fosters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-8755289238655742605?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/8755289238655742605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=8755289238655742605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8755289238655742605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8755289238655742605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/11/chilling-sunday.html' title='Chilling Sunday'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/Swk1xGXsSXI/AAAAAAAAAog/7mD7zVLEDFI/s72-c/22112009399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-3574702139382515099</id><published>2009-11-17T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:00:02.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinking of the Eyes</title><content type='html'>It is lovely weather out here, so thought of eating out. Went to a south Indian rest. named "Kalyani Veg" and ordered "Masala Dosa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the preparation of "Masala Dosa" was going on in the kitchen, saw a flash light in front of my eyes and what i see is - "&lt;b&gt;Blinking of the Eyes&lt;/b&gt;" very slowly. YES!, blinking of 2 eyes, so slowly as if they want to tell me something, want me to realize, to see this world in a new way, praise God/Existence (or whatever name you want to call) for &lt;b&gt;creating such a Marvelous place with beautiful and unique people/creatures/things&lt;/b&gt; all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time our thoughts subjugates us and we are like "&lt;b&gt;wandering&lt;/b&gt;" here and there, so restless. We never realized how many times we blink our eyes in a day. Never thought that it can bring such peace and calmness in our life and can open a new door which can change our perspective, our way of looking at the things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i would like to know from you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you ever notice blinking of your eyes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If yes, when you blink your eyes, what/whom did you see?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-3574702139382515099?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/3574702139382515099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=3574702139382515099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3574702139382515099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3574702139382515099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/11/blinking-of-eyes.html' title='Blinking of the Eyes'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-3174435913950312176</id><published>2009-11-12T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:31:22.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality is nothing but a state of mind</title><content type='html'>What is REAL? What is Reality? &lt;br /&gt;The biggest question man kind ever faces since its inception. Every person has its own definition of Reality, his/her own way of seeing the things, his/her own way of describing the things which according to him/her are real. One thing can be unreal for you but can be &lt;b&gt;"Real"&lt;/b&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will differentiate &lt;b&gt;Real / Reality&lt;/b&gt; into 2 i.e. &lt;b&gt;Scientific and Spiritual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Scientific&lt;/b&gt; - Modern science has done many many experiments and have come to the conclusion that Reality is nothing but electronic signals interpreted by &lt;b&gt;the Brain&lt;/b&gt;. They are now implementing the same thing i.e. Interpreting the signals, in creating and functioning of Robots. Recent development is, Robot can sense your behavior and can respond to that. If you are angry then they will respond differently whereas if you are Happy then they will respond differently. Same like how Humans respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Spiritual&lt;/b&gt; - India is the land of Spirituality, in other words, Mother of all spiritual concepts. According to spirituality whatever had happened, or is happening, or will happen, is not in your hands and this world you are living in, is also not &lt;b&gt;REAL&lt;/b&gt;. This world is a dream, an illusion. We are all puppets/ characters in this dream and whenever God/Existence/Ring master wants can do whatever he feels like. Everything is already written, decided and will happen accordingly and we are mere characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is the age of Computers and Internet. People say Internet is virtual as everything is in the air, you cant see or touch anything.  Agreed, you cant see or touch anything but you can do &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; the things that you do in your so called &lt;b&gt;"REAL WORLD"&lt;/b&gt;. e.g. you wants to socialize, wants to be with someone, wants to talk/video conference, wants to listen to the music, wants to watch the movies ... you name it and you can do it on Internet. In other words, you can do &lt;b&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/b&gt; on Internet that you do in so called &lt;b&gt;"REAL WORLD"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can do all the things in Virtual world i.e. &lt;b&gt;Internet&lt;/b&gt; as you do in so called &lt;b&gt;"REAL WORLD"&lt;/b&gt;, then whats the difference between Virtual and Reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answer - Reality is nothing but a state of Mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-3174435913950312176?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/3174435913950312176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=3174435913950312176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3174435913950312176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3174435913950312176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/11/reality-is-nothing-but-state-of-mind.html' title='Reality is nothing but a state of mind'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-5344722872772304067</id><published>2009-11-06T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:21:28.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception</title><content type='html'>Last nite I was having dinner with my friend, who broke up with her LOOOONG time BF. They were together for 14 years till early this year when they broke up. So we were talking about that, she was telling me her side of the story that how painful it was and is. Her emotions toward that guy is still there and she still has a soft corner for that guy. Though after their break-up she got new BF but that affair didn't last long and that guy moved to another city. She said she got engaged with this new guy thinking that engaging herself with this new guy might help her in overcoming the sufferings from the previous relationship but things didn't work out the way how she wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to think about &lt;b&gt;"Perception"&lt;/b&gt; and how it effect things in the Real World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, i was watching a movie named - Doctor Strange. In that movie there was 1 sequence where this young muscular fellow try to pull few big stones and was not able to and then 1 old guy just pull them very easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young guy - How did you manage to do that?&lt;br /&gt;Old guy - &lt;b&gt;Things appear how you perceive them to be, you perceived them to be very heavy that's the reason they are heavy and you are not able to pull them. I perceive them to be very light so am able to pull them easily.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times we say that you need to have strong "&lt;b&gt;Will Power&lt;/b&gt;" to achieve something, basically what we are doing is setting our "&lt;b&gt;Perception&lt;/b&gt;" that whatever we are want to achieve or whatever goals we have set are not difficult and we are capable enough to do that. Once our perception is set then every thing seems to be very smooth and easy and we accomplish what we want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-5344722872772304067?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/5344722872772304067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=5344722872772304067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5344722872772304067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5344722872772304067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/11/perception.html' title='Perception'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-7160644320531455553</id><published>2009-11-01T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:23:26.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child at heart</title><content type='html'>Last night i was surfing the web and came across a blog wherein there was a pic of balloons and below that it was written "&lt;b&gt;This is how i keep my inner child alive&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if only by balloons we can keep our child alive, what else can be the best and easiest thing. Coz for me, i have to keep my inner child alive everyday whether or not there are balloons or candy's. I have to keep talking to myself just like a child, and make myself understand how the children make them understand. I have to cleanse my inner self everyday after going to home from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are various methods to cleanse your inner self, it depends on you which one you wanna take. How i cleanse myself is either by doing catharsis or by gibberish. People who dont know Gibberish - "&lt;b&gt;It is talking LOUD with anything that comes to your mind, anything that does not make any SENSE&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times we dont realize that we are polluting our inner self so much that when we start cleansing, there is soo much burden of ALL our wrong doings (YES, wrong doings). Maybe we dont accept that we do anything wrong but deep down in our consciousness we know that we do wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont say we should stop doing, coz at times whether or not you like, you have to do. Sometimes things are inadvert, sometimes we have to be politically correct, things not in your hands and which you cant avoid, so the best thing to do is - cleanse yourselves everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing we can do is, keep our Inner Child Alive and see &lt;b&gt;how beautiful the world is and Spread the Joy and Happiness just like a child&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-7160644320531455553?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/7160644320531455553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=7160644320531455553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7160644320531455553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7160644320531455553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/11/child-at-heart.html' title='Child at heart'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-8172035258209168241</id><published>2009-10-27T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T03:02:42.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People may doubt what you say... But, they will believe what you do!!!</title><content type='html'>It is so strange that at times you dont realize what your strengths are but other people do. I realized this when people tell me that they know i can make things happen and i was like wow! thats amazing. I, myself dont know if i can make things happen or anything like that, the only thing i know is if there has to be something done, people call me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been couple of incidents recently occurred that made me think what people say about me and they are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) One time my sister called me and she want my elder brother (which is younger to her) to do something, but elder brother refused / made excuses to do so. She called me up and said that i should make sure that elder brother do that. I said, he has already refused what should i do? How can i make him do something which he has already refused? This is her answer which made me tongue tight, she said, &lt;b&gt;"I know You and You are the only one who can make this happen, no other person in this world can make this happen apart from you."&lt;/b&gt; Hearing this, I couldn't say anything but only have to agree to what she is saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Second incident - which is more like virtual, one of my friend came on some tv interview, i was congratulating her and she said - dont worry, you will also be here one day. I dont know what made her say/think like that, but i felt nice after hearing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know at times we have to cheer people by telling these kind of things but my inner self felt, Yes i want to be there and I will be there one day. People may doubt what you say... But, they will believe what you do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-8172035258209168241?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/8172035258209168241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=8172035258209168241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8172035258209168241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8172035258209168241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-may-doubt-what-you-say-but-they.html' title='People may doubt what you say... But, they will believe what you do!!!'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-1260101385498413693</id><published>2009-10-15T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:33:44.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fault at everything</title><content type='html'>It seems like we start finding fault in everything no matter what the other person do/ did. Earlier there was a debate that CEO should limit their salaries and there was huge gung ho on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed that 50% of the population lives below poverty line but that's the job of the govt to see what he can do. Instead of controlling the population which is more than the SPEED of the light, we are debating on something which has got nothing to do with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at China, the way they have controlled their population and now almost everybody is having a job. When you have a job it will give you financial stability. So rather controlling the population or creating the jobs, govt is more concerned about the salaries of the CEOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest. one of the TOP CEO has reduced his salary, now people start saying that its mere SHOW OFF. I mean WTF? People seems to be unhappy no matter what others do. Now the Minister said that Govt is losing the revenues coz of his CUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acc. to Mr.SALMAN KHURSHEED the government loses 8.7 Crores in Income Tax paid by Mr.Ambani. (13.2 Cr on 44 Cr Earlier) now its (4.5 Cr on 15 Cr)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can we be HAPPY and appreciate others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-1260101385498413693?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/1260101385498413693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=1260101385498413693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1260101385498413693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1260101385498413693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/10/fault-at-everything.html' title='fault at everything'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-597195879064458331</id><published>2009-10-12T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T02:19:37.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter Commands</title><content type='html'>There's more to Twitter than OFF and ON! Use the commands below to send private messages, mark updates as favorites, or even remind someone to update their Twitter page if you're wondering what they're doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* @username + message&lt;br /&gt;directs a twitter at another person, and causes your twitter to save in their "replies" tab.&lt;br /&gt;Example: @satinderpanesar I love that song too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* D username + message&lt;br /&gt;sends a person a private message that goes to their device, and saves in their web archive.&lt;br /&gt;Example: d satinderpanesar want to pick a Orange Juice for me while you're there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* WHOIS username&lt;br /&gt;retrieves the profile information for any public user on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Example: whois jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* GET username&lt;br /&gt;retrieves the latest Twitter update posted by the person.&lt;br /&gt;Example: get goldman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* NUDGE username&lt;br /&gt;reminds a friend to update by asking what they're doing on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;Example: nudge satinderpanesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* FAV username&lt;br /&gt;marks a person's last twitter as a favorite. (hint: reply to any update with FAV to mark it as a favorite if you're receiving it in real time)&lt;br /&gt;Example: fav satinderpanesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* STATS&lt;br /&gt;this command returns your number of followers, how many people you're following, and your bio information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* INVITE phone number&lt;br /&gt;will send an SMS invite to a friend's mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;Example: Invite 123 123 1212&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-597195879064458331?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/597195879064458331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=597195879064458331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/597195879064458331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/597195879064458331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/10/twitter-commands.html' title='Twitter Commands'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-8482124323357868328</id><published>2009-10-04T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T05:43:00.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you give is what you get.</title><content type='html'>Life's not about the people who act true to your face. It's about the people who remain true behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate saying Goodbyes coz i believe that by saying that you are ending a relationship. I often tell people to say "We will meet again" rather than saying "Good Bye". To me, good bye means that person/relation is dead and over which actually is not. People are there in your memories, always present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its difficult to carry only good memories coz life is all ups and downs. If there is something good in 1 person there has to be something bad in the same person. It is like for every Neo there is Agent Smith. At times, it seems like Agent Smith will win but it's always Neo who wins, though longer it might take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By carrying bad memories you are carrying the burden of something which you want to get rid off. It will only keep on piling and one day it will explode on someone else. After explosion you realize that you didnt do good to that person, so now either you can make out by apologizing to that person, explaining the whole situation, if that person understand that will be best OR you will be carrying the bad memories of this incident again and it will go on ..n...on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are carrying good memories, they will, not only make you come back to those people and place, but also keep you smiling thru out your journey when you are going away from them. You will tell all those things which you have enjoyed to people around you and spread the happiness, Joy and Laughter. The more person you make happy, more happiness will be in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Life is always Give and Take. What you give is What you get. If you give happiness you will get happiness, if you give pain, you will get pain. If you give someone your time, you will get the same. If you help people when they are in NEED, people will do the same i.e. will HELP you when you are in NEED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-8482124323357868328?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/8482124323357868328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=8482124323357868328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8482124323357868328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8482124323357868328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-you-give-is-what-you-get.html' title='What you give is what you get.'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-6879669062900261064</id><published>2009-09-28T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:45:00.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demons and Angels</title><content type='html'>No, this is not Dan Brown novel but what is happening in my life. There are demons and there are angels. Like the name suggests, Demons - they give you wounds and Angels - heal your wounds. At present am at a crossroad where i can see both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today am at farm house, away from city chaos. It is so serene, quite and lovely place (uploaded few pics on my Facebook profile) but still cant get over these gadgets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that gadgets had become my life's integral part. Without them i feel so incomplete, somehow have created a bond that made me so week that i cant live without them, now they are not luxury but necessity for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All friends had gone to the waterfall but seems like i dont want to be with them(i.e. human's), thanks to that person whom i have made my world and She stabbed me, though am on recovery path but still at times that hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the path of recovery i started to loose faith and trust in humans. Now i have diverted all my energy to my work and to gadgets. Now sitting here at the farm house am thinking do i really want to replace human beings with machines, i.e.gadgets. One part of mine says - NO, i dont want this and other part says - atleast they wont hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest. (25 Sept) I found a very nice person, It happen so that i was reading her blog and i felt like she has written every single word keeping me in mind. It bring tears in my eyes (i know guys dont cry ... but i do), but like an angel, she came online, which otherwise she does not, talk to me and made me feel better. Later on i was thinking how should i re-pay her and i end up saying ... wish i could do something for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, we read/hear that when god see you in pain, he send angels in the form of humans and she is for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-6879669062900261064?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/6879669062900261064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=6879669062900261064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6879669062900261064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6879669062900261064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/09/demons-and-angels.html' title='Demons and Angels'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-165339650022948808</id><published>2009-09-23T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:43:15.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Story</title><content type='html'>There was a person living in a village, once he was bitten by a crab, he went to a doctor. Doctor asked him, what happened? He said, "Crab had bitten him". Doctor gave him medicine and he got recovered. After sometime, he saw the same crab with his leg broken. He took him inside, get him diagnosed, healed his leg, once he was okay, he bite him and left. He went to the doctor. Doctor asked him, what happened? He said, "Crab had bitten him". Doctor again gave him medicine and he got recovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later, he saw the crab again, wounded, he bought him in, get him diagnosed. Once Crab was fully recovered he bite him again and left. He went to the doctor and doctor asked, "what happened"? He said, "Crab had bitten him". To this doctor asked, how it happened? Then this person narrated the whole story, doctor was surprised to see that this person already bitten by that crab 2-3 times and still keep on healing him and that crab always bite him and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor asked this fellow why he is healing the crab everytime? This man replied - if crab cant change his nature then how can he change his nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;His nature of caring about all the beings of existence, his nature of being true to himself, his nature of not to hurt anyone, his nature of keeping all the bad things to himself and spreading the JOY and laughter to the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today one friend of mine said - "understand" is not a big word. I wonder if we really understand these things? If yes, then why do we keep hurting other people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-165339650022948808?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/165339650022948808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=165339650022948808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/165339650022948808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/165339650022948808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-story.html' title='Real Story'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-7243806415331079517</id><published>2009-09-23T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:33:25.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Age</title><content type='html'>Yest. evening, i was sitting with my friend talking about various things and then came the topic of phases of life. He pointed me out to a story which im narrating here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God actually gave Human, the life of 20 years but human thought it is too less of a life, so he asked God to increase it. God refuse to increase but he gave human a choice to convince other beings, if they can lend their age's to him. Human being very clever and shrewd convince other beings to lend their ages. He convinced first horse, then donkey, then dog and last Owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the story goes like this - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First phase of life i.e. first 20 years is the actual life of human. He enjoys it the most. He doesnt care, bother about anything and is in his own world of fantasy. Thats why almost everybody says - its their GOLDEN period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second phase i.e. from 21 - 40 years. Since human had convinced Horse to lend his age, so during this period, he keeps on running like a horse. Running for, fame, money, house, respect, social status ..etc..etc. but he keeps on running till he reaches 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third phase i.e. from 41 - 60 years is the life of Donkey. He drags the burden, like a donkey, of all those things which he has achieved during his previous phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth phase i.e. from 61 - 80 years is the life of Dog. Like how dog looks after the house and all his belongings, similarly human's look after their house's, children's, grand children's ...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, fifth phase i.e. from 81 - 100 years, he lives the life of Owl. Neither he can see during the day nor he can sleep during the night till one day he dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it seems to be fair example of life to me, your suggestions/comments are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-7243806415331079517?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/7243806415331079517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=7243806415331079517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7243806415331079517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7243806415331079517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-and-age.html' title='Life and Age'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-129236478213718745</id><published>2009-09-08T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:06:26.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama's speech and Indian Conditioning</title><content type='html'>I, like many indians, have been taught not to ask a question coz it will show you as week and ignorant. You MUST ALWAYS says YES, even when you dont know, cant do or is out of your range. For 25 years i have been doing the same till the time i came to Pune and started working with westerners. Since my indian conditioning, i was always in trouble coz whenever western people ask me something, i could not refuse it and end up saying, "YES". Slowly slowly i learnt this, that its not bad to say,"NO" coz nobody knows everything. Today when i'm reading Obama's speech to the student, i felt like God!, wish he be PM of our country. Here's some of the content from his speech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000FF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some of the most successful people in the world are the ones who’ve had the most failures. JK Rowling’s first Harry Potter book was rejected twelve times before it was finally published. Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team, and he lost hundreds of games and missed thousands of shots during his career. But he once said, "I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people succeeded because they understand that you can’t let your failures define you – you have to let them teach you. You have to let them show you what to do differently next time. If you get in trouble, that doesn’t mean you’re a troublemaker, it means you need to try harder to behave. If you get a bad grade, that doesn’t mean you’re stupid, it just means you need to spend more time studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one’s born being good at things, you become good at things through hard work. You’re not a varsity athlete the first time you play a new sport. You don’t hit every note the first time you sing a song. You’ve got to practice. It’s the same with your schoolwork. You might have to do a math problem a few times before you get it right, or read something a few times before you understand it, or do a few drafts of a paper before it’s good enough to hand in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don’t be afraid to ask questions. Don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. I do that every day. Asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s a sign of strength. It shows you have the courage to admit when you don’t know something, and to learn something new. So find an adult you trust – a parent, grandparent or teacher; a coach or counselor – and ask them to help you stay on track to meet your goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when you’re struggling, even when you’re discouraged, and you feel like other people have given up on you – don’t ever give up on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Complete Speech &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/MediaResources/PreparedSchoolRemarks/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-129236478213718745?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/129236478213718745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=129236478213718745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/129236478213718745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/129236478213718745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/09/obamas-speech-and-indian-conditioning.html' title='Obama&apos;s speech and Indian Conditioning'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-6230241660886957500</id><published>2009-09-07T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:35:59.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today when i logon to FB, one of my friend had asked this question on her blog - If heart's function is just to pump blood.. then how can it ache??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my answer - &lt;br /&gt;Actually, there are 2 things -&lt;br /&gt;1) Physical&lt;br /&gt;2) Abstract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical heart's function is just to pump the blood whereas Abstract heart has all these feelings i.e. Pain, happiness, Joy ..etc...etc which cant be seen but only can be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as similar to like everyday we talk about "MIND" but is there any organ in the body which is called as "Mind"? The ans is NO. But still it plays very crucial role in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also similar to the fact that Brain's function is to interpret the signals, then how can he(Brain) think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as - Eye's function is to see, then where does the tears come from?&lt;br /&gt;and so on. ..n..on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have to look beyond the anatomy of the body, not everything can be covered by science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the readers of my blog, i would like to know your opinion on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-6230241660886957500?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/6230241660886957500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=6230241660886957500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6230241660886957500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6230241660886957500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-when-i-logon-to-fb-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-490573853392009762</id><published>2009-09-07T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T04:18:00.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here goes again, i'm at fault. Yest. we (Me and 2 other friends) went out for buffet lunch and one friend was keen on paying the bill. I said its okay, i will pay but he consistently saying "&lt;b&gt;no, this time he wants to pay&lt;/b&gt;" as last time i had paid. When he insisted so much, then i agreed, i said - fine, you pay. After we finished the lunch, when bill came i took the bill to pay but he said again, "No, this time he will pay and he took the bill and paid by his Credit card".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today what am getting to know is - he complain. He was complaining that he has to pay the bill and i was SHOCKED! What??? I mean he was the only one who was so stubborn in paying the bill and now he is blaming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am wondering why it always happen to me? am i a soft target?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like these blamings (&lt;a href="http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/08/frustrations-disappointments-and.html"&gt;see last post&lt;/a&gt;) on me will never end, but that will not stop me from doing good things for my loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-490573853392009762?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/490573853392009762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=490573853392009762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/490573853392009762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/490573853392009762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-goes-again-im-at-fault-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-8469871867584301209</id><published>2009-08-11T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:39:17.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations, Disappointments, Longing and Existence!</title><content type='html'>Since yest eve i'm angry and frustrated, coz i had helped a friend with a thing, which i dont want to do, but still went ahead and help him and he put me into a situation which i would have never wanted to be in. Later on, was thinking most of the time that i will never help that friend again coz of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He had put me into a situation which otherwise i wouldnt have been in.&lt;br /&gt;2) He never helped me with anything, coz whenever i wanted him, he will make all kind of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was thinking it is so good to be a SELFISH coz then you give a damn about everybody and can USE whomsoever and whenever you want them for your benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when i was having my evening tea i realized that all my anger and frustration is not coz of helping the friend but coz he didn't do what i have told him to do. If he would have done things like the way i told him then he would have avoided the situation he had put me in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i realize this, all the frustration disappeared in a fraction of a second, Strange! It is like you cant control people but you can control how you react to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another disappointment that i was having since last week was, pune bakers does not know about "Swiss Roll". Here is one conversation that i had with a Bakery shop owner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to baker - do you have "Swiss Roll"?&lt;br /&gt;Baker (looking at me zapped) - Swiss Roll?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Yes, Swiss Roll&lt;br /&gt;Baker - do you mean bread roll?&lt;br /&gt;Me - NO, Swiss Roll&lt;br /&gt;Baker - Never heard of this, where did you hear? Are you a European?&lt;br /&gt;Me - No, I'm very much Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;existence does not want that i should hold disappointments for too long&lt;/span&gt;, so today when i went for lunch at Royal Orchid, i saw they have Swiss Roll in Deserts. I was like - WOWW, that's amazing. They have 2 flavours i.e. 1) was Mango and 2) was Chocolate. Normally i dont like much of chocolate stuff but i could not resist myself, coz of my longing for Swiss Roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existence will always give you what you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-8469871867584301209?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/8469871867584301209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=8469871867584301209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8469871867584301209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8469871867584301209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/08/frustrations-disappointments-and.html' title='Frustrations, Disappointments, Longing and Existence!'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-8867717447903749404</id><published>2009-08-05T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:22:51.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop! and smell the roses</title><content type='html'>There are 2 ways of doing the things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) You start from scratch and keep on doing the things over n over again and you reach to a certain point after few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth exuberance - when you are young you want to do everything on your own and want to make your own experiences. But after reaching to a point you realize if you would have listened to other experienced people you would have reached there much earlier. There are many examples of this and i'm no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) You study and learn from other people experience and reach to the same point in much shorter time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stop! and smell the roses&lt;/span&gt;", I realize this when i was having my lunch at Royal Orchid, i saw 2 young people, 1 was waiter and 1 was manager, although they are of the same age but still one was on higher post and other was not. This difference is coz this manager had learned from other people experiences and had moved up unlike the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i was teenager my parents / elders use to tell me to study and all the time i keep running away. But today i thank them from the bottom of my heart that it is their efforts that made me study and i have reached here where i can see and understand the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i understood the value of time, so have decided that i will learn from the experiences of other people. Coz where i'm standing rite now, i'm still FAR FAR away from my goal and i'm not gonna live till eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-8867717447903749404?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/8867717447903749404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=8867717447903749404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8867717447903749404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/8867717447903749404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-and-smell-roses.html' title='Stop! and smell the roses'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-1613943401146680377</id><published>2009-08-02T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:12:44.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New realization - a movie buff</title><content type='html'>Saturday I went for trekking to korayegarh with bunch of friends. Korayegarh is ahead of lonavala and is good for new trekkers since it has stairs to go up. Though I'm not a newbee to trekking but there were people who were new. There were 2 ways to go up 1) was jungle way and 2) other was stairs. Since couple of people were new to trekking so we decided to take stairs to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up the mountain, it seems like it used be a FORT at some point of time coz there were boundary walls and in the middle there was a pond which looks like a harem. Was checking if somewhere, something is written about the history of this fort but i got disappointed coz nowhere it was written anything about that fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after trekking for 4-5 hours, everybody was hungry so had decided to come down and eat something. So we stopped at 1 resort and had our lunch, dont know what to call since it was 4:30 PM, so i will call lunch only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having lunch, we were coming back to Pune and on the way, our car tyre got punctured. We have funny conversation over there -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Front tyre got punctured.&lt;br /&gt;Vaibhav - Let me call Kshitija&lt;br /&gt;Me - for what?&lt;br /&gt;Vaibhav - hmmm, then what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Dont we have a spare tyre?&lt;br /&gt;Vaibhav - yes, we have.&lt;br /&gt;Me - then lets change it.&lt;br /&gt;Vaibhav - ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed the tyre and on the way back, we stopped again at one restaurant for Tea. We ordered Tea, sat in the lawn waiting for tea, and start talking about movies like Dev D, Oye Lucky..Lucky Oye, Catch me if you can ..etc..etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that i remember each and every dialogue of almost all the movies, e.g. Catch me if you can - i saw it almost 8 years back and still i remember what FBI told Leanardo Di Capri and why he has joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the car we were talking about movies and i remember almost every dialogue of the movies, i was amazed coz i never realized that i am a movie buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest. I saw another very WONDERFUL movie i.e. Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. It was brilliant. Simple yet so intense, SUPERB. One of the memorable from Dustin Hoffman and below is my fav dialogue from that movie -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Edward Magorium: [to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies."&lt;/span&gt; And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Edward Magorium: I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-1613943401146680377?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/1613943401146680377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=1613943401146680377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1613943401146680377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/1613943401146680377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-realization-movie-buff.html' title='New realization - a movie buff'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-3010605522381492826</id><published>2009-07-31T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T02:45:09.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing is so much fun</title><content type='html'>I always have this problem of expressing myself due to the fact that people will mis-interpret me and they conclude whatever they want and then whole thing will come upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never realized that writing can be soo much of fun. I always used to run away from writing and now i loves writing. When i write, i feel sooo good, It is a Joy that flows inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can sit in front of the computer for 20 hours in a day and still can go on n on. When i write i forget everything what's going on around me, i can express myself without being getting mis-interpreted. It is tremendous Joy when you write and see that what you wanna say, other people are getting exactly that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to the transition phase of my life which bought my this side up. I can even write Poetry, which many people think it is very hard but now it is coming to me naturally, I dont have to do any effort. Other day, just for fun sake i took this quiz on FB, what i was in the past life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my amazement it came out to be a POET and was wondering how true it is. I'm Poet not only in my past life but in this life as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-3010605522381492826?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/3010605522381492826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=3010605522381492826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3010605522381492826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3010605522381492826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/07/writing-is-so-much-fun.html' title='Writing is so much fun'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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-1594538608864726188.post-757822753924707569</id><published>2009-07-29T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:29:45.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking truth is a threat to indian culture</title><content type='html'>There have been uproar in the parliament about one TV show called as SACH KA SAAMNA (Face the truth). They are saying that it is a threat to Indian Culture, am wondering how? If someone speaks the truth, how it will destroy the whole culture? In a country where people worship Gandhi, still people dont want to follow what he has been saying thru out his whole life - "Always speak the truth no matter how hard it is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this country which has many religions and every religion says - "Always speak the truth no matter how hard it is" and now if someone is speaking the truth, it is a threat to indian culture and to this VAST country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we that fragile or are we looking out for some publicity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this country where there are other BIG issues to be dealt with, our MPs are talking about TV shows, what should or should not be shown. Are we that dumb that we dont understand what we need to watch and what not? Dont we have remote to switch the channels if we dont like something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-757822753924707569?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/757822753924707569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=757822753924707569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/757822753924707569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/757822753924707569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/07/speaking-truth-is-threat-to-indian.html' title='Speaking truth is a threat to indian culture'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-7206629021419081817</id><published>2009-07-14T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T04:30:30.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Promote a Facebook Group?</title><content type='html'>I think success of any group is based on what kind of posts (NOT people) are there on that group. I have seen groups where there are more than 500 people on that group but there is hardly any post / topic e.g. search for Pune group and you will see what i mean. If you look at those people's profile who have joined that group, they have mentioned that they love that city ...etc. but they hardly participate in any topic or discussion and moreover there is hardly any new activity since months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So whenever you create any group try to encourage people to talk by either starting some topic/discussion or let other to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make sure all the group sections are used to their fullest potential. When you first start the group, you'll see sections for Recent News, Discussion Board, The Wall, Photos, Links and Video. Put something new and relevant in all these sections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Put the link for the group in most if not all your other communications. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make it very easy for group members to share the group with their Facebook friends. Other people, with whom you are not directly connected will automatically join your group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-7206629021419081817?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/7206629021419081817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=7206629021419081817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7206629021419081817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/7206629021419081817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-promote-facebook-group.html' title='How to Promote a Facebook Group?'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-6218536800228079896</id><published>2009-07-13T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:05:02.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If someone wants to distinguish between, mind and body, the best way is to fall sick. Your mind stop working but still your body manages to get all the required things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week i was sick, still went to the party on friday night. Was drinking and dancing which makes the situation worse during the weekend. So on sat morning after having breakfast took the medicine, put some warm clothes so to get well as early as possible. Watched this movie called uptown girls, nice movie which shows that everybody is good at something. You may dislike some person coz of his/her messing up with the things but still that person has some qualities which distinguishes him/her from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after watching the movie, we have ordered chicken biryani for the lunch. By this time, my mind was not working at all but all i know was it's lunch time and i have to eat. Strange or amazing thing was though initially i dont feel like eating but when i have started eating, i just finish the whole biryani in 5-10 mins without realizing what i'm eating and how much i'm eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time we try to differentiate between, mind, body and soul but are not able to do so coz our mind is occupied with soo many thoughts and our body keep on working on those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the best way to differentiate between these 3 and to keep the mind shut - is to fall sick and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WATCH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-6218536800228079896?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/6218536800228079896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=6218536800228079896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6218536800228079896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/6218536800228079896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-someone-wants-to-distinguish-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-3875072023888800998</id><published>2009-07-07T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T05:05:13.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Last weekend i was in Mumbai to meet old friend who had come from new zealand after 2 years along with him was his friend who is a Film script writer. We had amazing time during the day, we went to a dental clinic for whitening her teeth, while she was in the clinic me and my friend went out in search of vada pav (delight of maharashtra), asking everybody, getting the directions for that shop from where we can get that and finally after searching for 30 mins, we found the shop wherein we can eat vada pav. We had vada pav alongwith tea (chai) and it was yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we came back to that dental clinic she was already done, the best way to hang out with girls is SHOPPINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. So we went to a BIG shopping mall i.e. Inorbit mall at Malad. Spend there 4 hours in shopping and by the time we were about to leave rain started heavily. As it was raining, it became difficult to get auto rickshaw but somehow managed to get that. On the way, road blocks, traffic jams, water logging, see pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/SlM2AQDAQVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gp4Wpz92kQY/s1600-h/04072009288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/SlM2AQDAQVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gp4Wpz92kQY/s200/04072009288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355683759809118546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/SlM2NXiNwEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/sWgMJtrfMbk/s1600-h/04072009290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/SlM2NXiNwEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/sWgMJtrfMbk/s200/04072009290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355683985157374018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, reached our home which took more than 1 hour which otherwise would have taken 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On reaching home, my friend realized that we have to go to an event which she have been waiting for really really sometime. So start calling various taxi providing companies but coz of rain, everybody was bit hesitant or was busy. She was getting sad and was saying GOD please stop the rain so that we can go to that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what to pray to the god? Shall the rain continue for which we (people of whole country) have been praying? Or shall it stop which will lead to water and power scarcity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i got the answer. Somehow we got the taxi, rain stopped, we went to that event and by the time we come back, there was no POWER. Power didnt come whole nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very important to realize what we are asking and how it will effect the lives of other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-3875072023888800998?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/3875072023888800998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=3875072023888800998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3875072023888800998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/3875072023888800998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Satinder S. Panesar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524439252350528524</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5B09ORycbjI/SlM2AQDAQVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gp4Wpz92kQY/s72-c/04072009288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594538608864726188.post-5766537179695557776</id><published>2008-03-19T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T03:27:44.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we hate others?</title><content type='html'>Why do we hate others?&lt;br /&gt;We hate others for not what they do, but that part of ourselves that we dont like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the next question: how can we dislike ourself when we are so egoistic?&lt;br /&gt;It is same like you walk everyday in front of roses and you never realize how beautiful are the roses. It is only when you STOP, look and smell roses then you realize how beautiful are they. So, the same way, STOP, think and analyze yourself and will come to know which part of your's you dont like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594538608864726188-5766537179695557776?l=satinders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/feeds/5766537179695557776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594538608864726188&amp;postID=5766537179695557776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5766537179695557776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594538608864726188/posts/default/5766537179695557776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satinders.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-we-hate-others.html' title='Why do we hate others?'/><author><name>Satinder S. 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