<?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-7815070134055673519</id><updated>2012-01-18T03:41:38.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to Life !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dhiraj</name><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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815070134055673519.post-5116952238616885247</id><published>2011-06-30T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T03:44:00.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next to best can only be better</title><content type='html'>Think of ferrari, buy audi&lt;br /&gt;Think of audi, buy skoda&lt;br /&gt;Think of skoda, buy dzire&lt;br /&gt;Think of "best", settle for "better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing a lot of it from so many people around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how the life sums itself up for a large population with dreams of best thimgs to cling on but only "next to best" things to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days a tag line has caught my fancy and I cannot seem to get rid of it. Today, here I am thinking what the life means if it was always the "best thing". As a child we would dream to be pilot flying a fighter aircraft but settle for lot less, as a youngster we would want to be as starry as shahrukh but will settle for lot less, you will fall in love which will not be yours and settle with the next best thing. Riding in the office cab I ponder how life would have been if We always had the "best" with me. But the more I think of it, the more it becomes hazy. While I am thinking on it, the only thing that I think one always wants to be "best" in life was the "love. Its the emotional quotient that puts one at peace rather than the materialistic pleasures of life (dont mean to dilute the importance of material things). The idea of how "the next best thing" should have been the "best" crosses one's mind and somber his or her mood. The best moments with the best can never be forgotten. A click in mind will tell you that the best were the best thing that could have happened to one. The memories will always be engraved in the heart and cherished when you sit down (a glass of drink would not do bad) one fine day thinking of the good times that went by and all that we cared for. The next best thing aren't any less by any measure, just that they are being compared to the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had the best with us at one point or another and a lucky few relish the best for their life.&lt;br /&gt;Owner's pride, neighbor's envy.....Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: None&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815070134055673519-5116952238616885247?l=dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/feeds/5116952238616885247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2011/06/next-to-best-can-only-be-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/5116952238616885247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/5116952238616885247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2011/06/next-to-best-can-only-be-better.html' title='The next to best can only be better'/><author><name>Dhiraj</name><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-7815070134055673519.post-4231630802523792041</id><published>2009-02-14T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:47:02.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Love...</title><content type='html'>This verse is from one of my favorite movies....read on and enjoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always patient and kind.&lt;br /&gt;It is never jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Love is never boastful or concieted.&lt;br /&gt;It is never rude or selfish.&lt;br /&gt;It does not take offence and is not resentful.&lt;br /&gt;Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins,but delights in the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope,and to endure whatever comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the one is really loved.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"All day long I can hear people talking out loud, but when you hold me near you drown out the crowd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try as they may they could never define, What's been said between your heart and mine"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815070134055673519-4231630802523792041?l=dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/feeds/4231630802523792041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2009/02/tribute-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/4231630802523792041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/4231630802523792041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2009/02/tribute-to-love.html' title='Tribute to Love...'/><author><name>Dhiraj</name><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-7815070134055673519.post-4425347800389854014</id><published>2009-02-12T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:33:39.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V day is here again !</title><content type='html'>The most talked about day is just hours away. Like all years, love struck souls will be vying for superiority. Trying to impress the one they say or think they love, or may be really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to narrate a anecdote depicting the thoughts a lover may go through...any resemblance to anyone's life may make this paragraph a true story....who knows !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a boy with a gift in hand, a nice fragrance wrapped with love. Bought a Elizabeth Arden "Unbound" thinking of his love in mind, now he feel the jitters what she will think of his find. She might get angry, she might be shy......he may be left wondering what's in her mind. Sometimes he think he shall keep the gift to himself, let it pass for the next time they meet somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Last time he gave her something, it took her a while before she accept, left him wondering if he ever forced it on her. God save him all this confusion as he may not be strong enough to solve the puzzle, he loves her and she loves him, cann't You make it that simple. Salute to those who have found the True love, he may not be the best at expressing but deep down he knows he loves her. Her presence makes it perfect, her smile does it all. One day not in so distant future she may move on choosing someone over him, that day my frind will be the saddest day bringing it all to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace is all i should say.&lt;br /&gt;With this my friend i take your leave, have some work to finish before my journey to Home begins !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815070134055673519-4425347800389854014?l=dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/feeds/4425347800389854014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-is-here-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/4425347800389854014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/4425347800389854014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-is-here-again.html' title='V day is here again !'/><author><name>Dhiraj</name><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-7815070134055673519.post-6274999190491800462</id><published>2009-02-11T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:17:12.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ishq vishq pyaar vyaar</title><content type='html'>Kehte hain ik nazar mein pyaar hota hai&lt;br /&gt;dil ka haal behaal hota hai&lt;br /&gt;sapno mein har pal uska chehra aata hai&lt;br /&gt;office mein saara din khayal uska aata hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;par apne ishq ki alg hi pehchan hai&lt;br /&gt;kabhi kushi kabhi gham ki daastaan hai&lt;br /&gt;pehli kuch mulaakatein bemaani hui&lt;br /&gt;dheere dheere wo apni si hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muskurahat uski dil mein ghar kar jaati&lt;br /&gt;aankhon ki chamak andheron ko roshan kar jaati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thodi natkhat thodi ziddi si wo khafa jo haati hai&lt;br /&gt;manae mein use meri saari jaan lag jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phir door chale gaye waqt ki pukaar pe&lt;br /&gt;guzarte thae waqt stairs par baith uske phone ki intzaar mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uski aawaaz se hoton pe muskurahat aa jaati thi&lt;br /&gt;baaki zindagi background mein chali jaati thi&lt;br /&gt;par kismat ka bada zor tha&lt;br /&gt;wo kahin aur mein kahin aur tha&lt;br /&gt;Naa hum kuch keh sake, naa hum use mana sake&lt;br /&gt;itne saalon baad bhi, rishta naa koi jod sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ae khuda kabhi to tu bhi zameen par aa&lt;br /&gt;mere har dard par sang mere muskura&lt;br /&gt;Har baar kabool dua tu kisi aur ki karta hai&lt;br /&gt;Baar baar khanjar apne dil ke aar paar hota hai !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo jo chhoot gaye hain peeche&lt;br /&gt;aur wo jo chhoot jaayenge aagey&lt;br /&gt;unhe kam se kam mere pyar ka aitbaar to dila !&lt;br /&gt;aur jaisa ki wo kehte hain...koi ghanti to baja...&lt;br /&gt;bus mein bagal ki seat mein to bitha diya&lt;br /&gt;phir haath pakadna hum par kyon chhod diya&lt;br /&gt;rabb ye aadhi adhoori khudaai na dikhaa&lt;br /&gt;mere dil ke dard ko aankhon ki nami na bana....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815070134055673519-6274999190491800462?l=dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/feeds/6274999190491800462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2009/02/ishq-vishq-pyaar-vyaar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/6274999190491800462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/6274999190491800462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2009/02/ishq-vishq-pyaar-vyaar.html' title='Ishq vishq pyaar vyaar'/><author><name>Dhiraj</name><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-7815070134055673519.post-6270932310324972035</id><published>2009-02-09T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:27:51.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - Life - God - World - Money</title><content type='html'>How do these connect .... are they independent or do they act in conjuction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i manage to connect these and solve the puzzle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days....will work on it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815070134055673519-6270932310324972035?l=dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/feeds/6270932310324972035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-life-god-world-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/6270932310324972035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/6270932310324972035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-life-god-world-money.html' title='Love - Life - God - World - Money'/><author><name>Dhiraj</name><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-7815070134055673519.post-3360607910466400092</id><published>2009-02-09T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:21:22.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Widen the circles !</title><content type='html'>This experience relates more to the professional part of my life. After recently moving to Jaipur to work as One man army in BCM, i met people who have recently been promoted to lead the team, nearly the same age group or may be +5 yrs...True to my nature, i cann't be all formal with anyone from office boy to the VP...for me everyone enjoys the same kind of respect for his/her task. Someone paid less or more doesnt provide a criteria for differing tone of your voice. One of the guys who recently moved to one of the portfolios hasnt handled anyone under him so he is very conscious of doing things his way and everything has to run through him. Afaid of discussing the loopholes, he is trying to paint a rosy picture of the business. He will tell his subordintes also to be quite and not to discuss any issues outside. The result will be that one day the level of his team's frustration will rise to an extent that it will lead to adverse results. People will just do their thing and leave. Enthusiasm will recede....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what keeps the person going at any place is the amount of satisfaction he gets. Openness to discuss issues, seek advice, train, amend mistakes and being supportive are some of the things that need to be practised. Sharing knowledge with each other is the best way to learn without having to experience it by oneself. Recently when i shared knowledge on one of the concepts i worked upon in the past, gave me immense pleasure. My day was made when i finshed the presentation after going on for more than 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;So, circle of happiness, circle of satisfaction, circle of knowladge and all kinds of circles around us will need to be widened by putting in the right kind of ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never forgot what my manager told me when i told me that i disliked one of the persons i work with...&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Everybody's working for the good of the company, what we may differ on is the thimking, the implementation, the tone of the voice....but end goal is the same!". Since that day i have become so tolerant of different behaviours and whenever i get into suvh situations...i remind myself... "Its the way he is, means no harm"&lt;br /&gt;My circle just got widened !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815070134055673519-3360607910466400092?l=dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/feeds/3360607910466400092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2009/02/widen-circles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/3360607910466400092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/3360607910466400092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2009/02/widen-circles.html' title='Widen the circles !'/><author><name>Dhiraj</name><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-7815070134055673519.post-350836805192311366</id><published>2008-12-19T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:36:29.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life's Mantra - Be positive and don't panic</title><content type='html'>Easier wrote than practiced is the thought that came to my mind when i was writing the title. After having gone throught the troughs and peaks of time, i can only say that there will always be something unpredictable, unforeseen, distateful which might happen in your life. What we need to understand is how to come out of the bad patch without causing too much damage to oneself. On a personal note, i have always tried to be positive at each point and realised that each beating, each argument brings in a new learning and provides a new direction. A direction to move ahead, to achieve what we have set out for and cherish the times or the journey till the end. When i shifted from commerce to IT, it was obvious that its not gonna be busy for someone who at that point didnt know what was coding or what is C, C++. Didn't have a choice at that time. Began to understand the basic of IT world and slowly and slowly tried to grasp whatever i could. At the end of the year, ours was the highly rated project thanks to two of the best developers of our class. I was never scared of the presentations e had to make during the course. I believe that was the only part i ever enjoyed. Confidence and positive attitude is what i had at all times to sail throught he good and bad times. Whenever i was down or felt life couldnt be any more worse, my parents hardwork and their belief in me helped me cheer up and get going. I am a calm person by nature or it may be something i have turned myself into. I can remember only two or three occassions when i was angry at someone and got into argument. Now, working in crisis mangement for around a year, i believe that quality has really helped. Now, to everything in life there is a continuity plan or recovery strategy.&lt;br /&gt;Points to remember:&lt;br /&gt;- Life is simple, keep it that way&lt;br /&gt;- Look at the problems obejectively and think of solutions&lt;br /&gt;- Think ahead and keep dreaming&lt;br /&gt;- Share your thoughts with someone to get a outside view&lt;br /&gt;- One's life is most important than anything around oneself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815070134055673519-350836805192311366?l=dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/feeds/350836805192311366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-lifes-mantra-be-positive-and-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/350836805192311366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815070134055673519/posts/default/350836805192311366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhirajsharmascit.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-lifes-mantra-be-positive-and-dont.html' title='My Life&apos;s Mantra - Be positive and don&apos;t panic'/><author><name>Dhiraj</name><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-7815070134055673519.post-2724584294714656472</id><published>2008-12-18T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:26:55.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inroduction to Myself</title><content type='html'>Hi&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Chandigarh at Sec 21 during the prime time slot. Parents named me Dhiraj which means patience and that is one thing i have in abundance for most of the things. Spent more than 20 years in chandigarh on schooling and graduation. Met some very nice people in school and graduatiuon. It was a shocker of a group in college as none of the people in our group indulged in fag or alcohol...After grads, moved to pune for postgrads.....a commerce guy moving to IT...a complete change of skills...this is the time when i boarded train for the first time...my mom cried for me for the first time and second....&lt;br /&gt;Post grads was an experience in itself. Aways from the eyes of parents, living with two more individuals from different parts of the country. I still remember my foundation year in which we were 4 guys and there were 9 girls....each one having a unique personality. Made best of friends among guys and not so best of friends among the opposite side....&lt;br /&gt;During the second and final year, met one of the best persons i would always admire for lifetime. Person had a problem in decision making but i think no one is perfect and we all have the right to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Got placed pretty early and joined M&amp;amp;M consulting arm. Took a dip into the world of information security. Roamed around different cities, imparting training on infosec. Just when you think the things would not change, i got the opportunity to be a BCM(business continuity management) person. Fouund this to be a more interesting and challenging field. Crisis management became a routine activity.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed my stay in both Mumbai and Bangalore. Both have different lifestyles, weather, demography, etc. I loved Bangalore more because of weather. 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