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2009 August 06 « Reflections
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Of a peerless nincompoop. I always knew that I am smart. I often wonder why people don’t realize that I am the epitome of smartness. Enough is enough. I am going to write about an incident so that people will no longer call me stupid. Ever since my laptop charger stopped working (from an incident that deserves a blog post of its own. but I am not doing that because it may make me look stupid :-? Moments later, I was shocked as if struck by lightning. I could sense a path to greatness in front of me!
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Volunteerism « Reflections
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Of a peerless nincompoop. Our society is not so receptive to the idea of volunteering. It is not going to change in another 5 years or even a decade. But you as an individual can make a difference. If you believe that you have a social responsibility. Join hands with iVolunteer. For volunteering opportunities, check this page. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email. On Hei...
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Communication Skills « Reflections
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Of a peerless nincompoop. Babes are a rare sight in our male-dominated* company. So rare that the ladies’ restroom in my floor doesn’t know what it is supposed to be. For us, its just another gents’ restroom. So the extra energy and life that my floor gets at the sight of babes is justifiable. 8220;What are you doing in the same cubicle? I guess they didn’t hear the first word (. There was some hidden agenda not to hire ladies. I guess it was in the best interest of the company. I sensed a blunder when t...
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An eventful boring year that made a whooshing sound as it flew by « Reflections
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Of a peerless nincompoop. An eventful boring year that made a whooshing sound as it flew by. It has been a year since I wrote something. Lots to write, but nothing worth writing! It was one of the busiest, yet most boring years of my life. And here I sit, too lazy even to type, instead of celebrating the 5th anniversary of what I wrote in the last post. I didn’t have to try too much to get company also. All of us were new to the US and there we were, going to make that swooshing sound! The mess continues...
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Knocking on a mystery: May 2007
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Knocking on a mystery. Saturday, May 26, 2007. It seems like nothing but a remembrance. A murmur in the fleeting silence. Somewhere within me a profound teacher. A silent observer in every human creature. My every uneducated action. And callous, indifferent inaction. Stirred within me a sermon of protest. The soul within me rolled in unrest. But, I am a thinking man. And arguments clouded me as well as I can. I was convinced I was right. And mindfully drifted from the light. But, deep within I cried.
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Knocking on a mystery: A life so near and dear...
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Knocking on a mystery. Monday, May 21, 2007. A life so near and dear. A desperate voice dented the calm quiet of the morning. 'Leave me, just leave me, you rogue! The world might not know this gentleman. They might not even call him a hero; yes, maybe the few that knew him. But, for me he was everything. My greatest idol. He was my father. Wow Good one da,I should confess that i did believe that you had a brain that could think out of the box beyond those your shy spectacled eyes but could never imagine ...
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Knocking on a mystery: March 2006
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Knocking on a mystery. Saturday, March 18, 2006. A crack at philosophy. Why is I there in the first place? Does I exist for a purpose? Is I's existence a search and satiation of that purpose? I never asked this then. For I knew not what is paradise. I knew not another world. That question seemed improper, impudent and immaterial. There were certain axioms I guessed that you assumed in your pursuit to solve the theory of life. But, then how did she know? Is death the ultimate purpose? Propagation of the h...
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Height of smartness « Reflections
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Of a peerless nincompoop. I always knew that I am smart. I often wonder why people don’t realize that I am the epitome of smartness. Enough is enough. I am going to write about an incident so that people will no longer call me stupid. Ever since my laptop charger stopped working (from an incident that deserves a blog post of its own. but I am not doing that because it may make me look stupid :-? Moments later, I was shocked as if struck by lightning. I could sense a path to greatness in front of me!
