<?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-8775111389885053313</id><updated>2011-11-15T04:54:33.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Impossible</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301414190446094827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SXVGmXtnilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaFzqWrwXaA/S220/679059326_1214026617.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775111389885053313.post-1711296770919901817</id><published>2010-05-01T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:31:55.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why guys think they are better drivers??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/S9xuO9FBz-I/AAAAAAAAACU/k7Y548LuDvU/s1600/PD70CA9P0V50CALXRBWLCA7HIUDGCAGUAKBOCAVG7O1CCA7OXAFXCAHQ4TYUCARIQTNPCAD5VH3TCACNOQBQCAGFJKI3CAHPRFPJCAMS415TCAZ7CKT8CAXU2H0UCA4R01WGCAZORXV2CAYP8536CABL5GB5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/S9xuO9FBz-I/AAAAAAAAACU/k7Y548LuDvU/s200/PD70CA9P0V50CALXRBWLCA7HIUDGCAGUAKBOCAVG7O1CCA7OXAFXCAHQ4TYUCARIQTNPCAD5VH3TCACNOQBQCAGFJKI3CAHPRFPJCAMS415TCAZ7CKT8CAXU2H0UCA4R01WGCAZORXV2CAYP8536CABL5GB5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466365250913816546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in 21st century, still guys dont trust a girl's driving capabilities. Guys be it a brother, father, boyfriend, husband, they dont trust women in the driving seat. It is the biggest turn off for a girlfriend to see his boyfriend doing things like 'Nahiii', 'dheere','aaram se' sitting besides her while she is driving. What the hell dude!! you also learned driving someday, then someone trusted your driving instincts. But then why this injust is with a girl? Why still the mentality of men so backward in this case? If we will go with facts then 9 out of 10 cases of accidents happended with a man in the driving seat, still the blame of irrational driving lies on a woman. Most men love their cars more than their girlfriends, but the problem is they dont accept it. Forget the amateurs, the plight of women is that guys dont trust the experts also. I m not writing this as I m a woman but going with the facts and observation, If not better drivers, women are atleast safe drivers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775111389885053313-1711296770919901817?l=sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/feeds/1711296770919901817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775111389885053313&amp;postID=1711296770919901817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/1711296770919901817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/1711296770919901817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-guys-thing-they-are-better-drivers.html' title='Why guys think they are better drivers??'/><author><name>sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301414190446094827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SXVGmXtnilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaFzqWrwXaA/S220/679059326_1214026617.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/S9xuO9FBz-I/AAAAAAAAACU/k7Y548LuDvU/s72-c/PD70CA9P0V50CALXRBWLCA7HIUDGCAGUAKBOCAVG7O1CCA7OXAFXCAHQ4TYUCARIQTNPCAD5VH3TCACNOQBQCAGFJKI3CAHPRFPJCAMS415TCAZ7CKT8CAXU2H0UCA4R01WGCAZORXV2CAYP8536CABL5GB5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775111389885053313.post-371173074402110258</id><published>2009-07-16T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:30:25.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why love happens???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/Sl7y21WK-lI/AAAAAAAAACI/QsnzoTZ2CdQ/s1600-h/CA2GHP2KCALSK5AGCAZFCHINCA3JB9Q6CAHXX662CACCUJ2KCA647AK5CABVFQ8UCAWX1Z9NCA1A3412CACN8OOACAR0WJZ9CAKX16PBCALZ86L2CAETRNIYCA53TJ8XCAPMQF5ECADRCR2HCA3J0ONI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358987630464399954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/Sl7y21WK-lI/AAAAAAAAACI/QsnzoTZ2CdQ/s200/CA2GHP2KCALSK5AGCAZFCHINCA3JB9Q6CAHXX662CACCUJ2KCA647AK5CABVFQ8UCAWX1Z9NCA1A3412CACN8OOACAR0WJZ9CAKX16PBCALZ86L2CAETRNIYCA53TJ8XCAPMQF5ECADRCR2HCA3J0ONI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I always used to think that love is a beautiful thing. It is the happiest feeling of life. But I have relised now, it is the most painful feeling as well. It destroys all other relationship specially frndship. Well I m feeling very sorry for one of my friend. When she fell in love first time, it was so painful for her that she decided to never fall in love again. Slowly she got over with it with the help of friends and relations. She made friends. she is very bubbly type and easy going gal so she has lot of friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She met with a guy. This guy was different. All other frnds were sweet to her or treated her like a kiddo. But this guy scolded her on her faults, they used to fight a lot, he always tried to correct her to which she has reacted very rudely sometimes which had hurt him a lot. Sometimes she said things which can make u lose ur frnds forever. But he had forgiven her for everything. Guy knew about her past and just wanted her to get over with it. Yet she has created a shield for her heart, but this guy was able to enter in her heart. He became very imp though she realized it late. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One evening stupid love feeling destroyed her second most imp relation with that guy. He fell in love with her. With her, though she was too kiddish, did so many mistakes, always hurt him a lot but then also. Yet she only considered him as a gr8 frnd, besides this she didnt want to lose him. Now he didnt want to stay as he has confessed his feelings. She cant say yes and by saying no he would go. As she was not ready for relationship, she said no. She was left heart broken and crying and missing him. I have seen her very upset, she want to revert back to her stupid and beautiful friendship. Her frndship suffered due to love. They are in same college. Deep down under, she feels everything will be ok !!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775111389885053313-371173074402110258?l=sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/feeds/371173074402110258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775111389885053313&amp;postID=371173074402110258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/371173074402110258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/371173074402110258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-love-happens.html' title='Why love happens???'/><author><name>sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301414190446094827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SXVGmXtnilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaFzqWrwXaA/S220/679059326_1214026617.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/Sl7y21WK-lI/AAAAAAAAACI/QsnzoTZ2CdQ/s72-c/CA2GHP2KCALSK5AGCAZFCHINCA3JB9Q6CAHXX662CACCUJ2KCA647AK5CABVFQ8UCAWX1Z9NCA1A3412CACN8OOACAR0WJZ9CAKX16PBCALZ86L2CAETRNIYCA53TJ8XCAPMQF5ECADRCR2HCA3J0ONI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775111389885053313.post-6509457598308718359</id><published>2009-07-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:52:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live in Present!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SluBU5ZI5II/AAAAAAAAACA/Ztpw3NsJesc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358018377690965122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SluBU5ZI5II/AAAAAAAAACA/Ztpw3NsJesc/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life has different colours and the meaning behind these colours is elusive. But one thing we learn in life is the transient nature of everything whether relations, emotions, success, failure. We gain one thing and thats experience. As kids we enter school with innocence and excitement, humans being sociable make friends. We enjoy, eat and spend time with them. They become part of our life. Well as everything is ephemeral, we get apart due to parents' tranfer. Gradually we forget our childhood friends or has a vague imprint of their presence.&lt;br /&gt;We enter teenage, and our maturity level grow up. We make friends and now categorize friends as good or best or just friends. We make promises of life long friendship. But all goes in vain when distance depart us. We try to keep in touch for 1 year or more, but as the pressure of studies, or new friends demand our presence we forget our old friends. When we are in school, we just wish to get out of here and we forget to enjoy most beautiful time of our lives fully.&lt;br /&gt;We enter college with new zeal and a few school friends. The college atmosphere makes us feel- we are free-no need of that boring uniform, discipline and many other thing. But gradually we realize we were so very wrong!!! In college, we have friends but we cant compare them with our school friends. In school we were closed but here we hang out together. In school, we used to live together, in college we spend time together. But yes as time is the greatest healer. We get accustomed to it. New emotions occur in life, emotions of love. We fall in love, actually this line fall in love is so true. We actually fall in love not rise in love. Mostly, We forget our friends, studies, parents. What matters is HIM. Most of the college affairs get over with our college itself. A few which progress to marriage, Eventually they also lose their lustre with time.&lt;br /&gt;After college, we get into jobs or marriage. In this phase of life, we hardly have true friends. Everybody is busy in their lives. We are living like we have a deadline to meet-job, family, some friends, loans, taxes, bla bla bla....Then responsiblity increases- spouse, kids, parents. In fulfulling all these responsbility, we forget one main responsiblity towards one' self. We dont have time for ourself.&lt;br /&gt;We get old with time. Our kids are busy in their lives. Only one thing which stays is memory. Memory of challenging yet beautiful life. We become senile yet we have a obscure marks of the life. We have lots of time but company......??Always remember:- Today moments become tomorow's memory so live life fully. As today is a gift of god thats why it is called "PRESENT"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775111389885053313-6509457598308718359?l=sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/feeds/6509457598308718359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775111389885053313&amp;postID=6509457598308718359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/6509457598308718359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/6509457598308718359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/2009/07/live-in-present_13.html' title='Live in Present!!!'/><author><name>sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301414190446094827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SXVGmXtnilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaFzqWrwXaA/S220/679059326_1214026617.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SluBU5ZI5II/AAAAAAAAACA/Ztpw3NsJesc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775111389885053313.post-4089953234457525167</id><published>2009-05-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:08:35.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why some stories have sad endings????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/Shq0YecHt4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fDCxUcY6FV4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339778640782014338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/Shq0YecHt4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fDCxUcY6FV4/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prologue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few days back, I read a true love story technically I lived their relationship. It is "I too had a love story" by Ravinder Singh. I just have one word to describe it "Mesmerizing". There was a guy named Ravin, handsome, smart and a software engineer in Bhubhaneshwar.He met with his college friends and they discussed about the probability of successful alliance through shadi.com. He made an account just like that. He met with a girl named Khushi who is also a software engineer in Faridabad through this site. Just like her name, she was lively, charming and very beautiful. They exchanged their nos and started talking on phone. Slowly they became friends and eventually they fall in love with each other without meeting, without caring about any other thing, only one thing which bound them was their love. They lived in different cities yet they managed to take time out of their busy schedules for each other. They attend office, then phone calls to each other, their family, phone calls to each other, then CAT preparation then phone calls to each other.They made promises to each other and always kept them. They both were perfect and complement each other. They decided to take a step ahead and told their family about their sweet and etheral nexus. Their families were happy in theirs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interlogue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then boy had some project in US for some days. He told khushi about this. For her, he was an indispensible thing actually for both of them!!She was upset but agreed as she knew it was important for him. Ravin had to catch his plain from New delhi. So they decided to meet finally and meanwhile Ravin would be able to meet Khushi's parents. Both were so close to each other yet they were nervous. They saw each other and were sure that they were totally in love. He met with her family. They discussed and talked and slowly their hesitation disappeared. Ravin was leaving for US next morning. Khushi planned to meet Ravin alone with the help of her sis and excuse of IMS class. They hugged and kissed but they knew their limitations. They forgot the time and their fate, it started raining. Due to this, she got late and boy took all the responsiblities on him though it was her plan. Her family forgave them as they had trust on boy and their love. Then he flew to US. They were in touch thro Chat and SMS. In US also, inspite of their busy schedule, time difference, other responsiblities, they were connected. His 45 day trip ended and he finally returned to delhi. Once again he visited her family and they were together again 4 the last time. He went back to Bhubaneshwar and told his family that the girl was perfect. In few months, her family visited his, and they decided their rings to be exchanged on valentines day'eve as she wanted to spend day with her boyfriend, he wanted to spend time with his fiancee. Girl was totally enthralled, she danced, sang, was completely in love. He was also her perfect match. Nobody can depart them but destiny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the sadest part of this story and believe me i m equally morose in writing it but sometimes you are helpless. Khushi met with an accident and she was hospitalised. Ravin rushed to Faridabad. She was unconscious. Doctors operated on her. Sometimes she was better, sometimes worse. Doctors shifted her to Apollo. He just prayed and pleaded "please god not her". He knew no matter what happens, he would be there for her. He could do anything to get her back. His mother was very worried as she wanted to be with her son. On Khushi's family and doctor's insist he moved to bhubaneshwar. He was going to get tickets reserved for his and his family. When he saw khushi in saree which she described him she would wear it on engagement. She was looking as beautiful as before with no marks and cuts. She came to him and talked with him. She exchanged same rings and kissed him and rested on his shoulder. When a call interrupted his thoughts(dont know if he was dreaming or!!!). It was her father and told him about her demise. He was speechless and just got blank. He told his family and then he realized that he lost the precious thing in his life, actually he lost his life. Khushi was dead, he was dying each day without her. He went to Faridabad but was unable to see her, unable to kiss her for the last time. He continued his life with work, family but without one thing his khushi, though she would be there in his thoughts, feeling, in everything. He just remembered the past and he felt happy and at the same time tears rolled down his already damp eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I dont know if it is real or not. I m sure its the sweetest and the sadest love story i have read. But i m happy for one thing, he had a beautiful and etheral experience with her. Though he has only memories of hers. He can cherish them and was able to experience the beautiful part of his life that is love.Sometimes there is no villain, no vamps no parents' refusal. Still there is only 1 thing that is destiny which decides our future&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775111389885053313-4089953234457525167?l=sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/feeds/4089953234457525167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775111389885053313&amp;postID=4089953234457525167' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/4089953234457525167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/4089953234457525167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-some-stories-have-sad-endings.html' title='Why some stories have sad endings????'/><author><name>sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301414190446094827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SXVGmXtnilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaFzqWrwXaA/S220/679059326_1214026617.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/Shq0YecHt4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fDCxUcY6FV4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775111389885053313.post-273078966897237930</id><published>2009-05-05T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:41:14.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey from Rajasthan to IIM-C</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SgB5_GV6C8I/AAAAAAAAABA/CbJvYQrXMLw/s1600-h/leaving-no-stone_~DBD0020%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332396083747883970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SgB5_GV6C8I/AAAAAAAAABA/CbJvYQrXMLw/s200/leaving-no-stone_~DBD0020%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ay, I am not writing about a known figure but about an ordinary boy and the thing which is motivating me to write about him is his fire to keep trying. There is a boy whose hometown is rajasthan. He was average in studies. One thing which is worth mentioning is that he studied english alphabets in sixth standard(Unbelievable but true). Due to his parents, he completed his X11 and somehow took admission in one of the colleges of Rajasthan. In first semester, he got 2 back. The reason was his english which remained his biggest challenge. He knew the answers but didnt know how to write them as he was unable to write simple english. He completed his engg. with 64%(Appreciable!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;Then he got a job in a small firm as an assignment for 2 years. Through a friend, he got to know about CAT which leads to his turning point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But english remained his problem and his maths and DI were also not so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He gave CAT for the first time and got 80 percentile. Then to improve his english, he started carrying a dictionary. Whenever he came across a word, he tried to find the meaning as well as its usage of that word. Then he gave CAT second time, this time he got a call from 1 IIM. But now his biggest hurdle was interview and GD. He was not fluent in english so he was rejected in that interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;As the says goes failure is the first step toward success and he believes in that. Despite of this fact, his friends used to make fun of him. He left no stone unturn and keep practising. He gave the CAT third time and got calls from 2 IIM. Finally he cleared his GD and interview and got call from IIM Calcutta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;My father always says there is no place for mediocre in this competitive world. But now i believe every person has a chance, the difference is some are born intelligent and some acquires them and we should always keep trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Success is not final, failure is not fatal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;It is the courage to continue that counts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775111389885053313-273078966897237930?l=sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/feeds/273078966897237930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775111389885053313&amp;postID=273078966897237930' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/273078966897237930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/273078966897237930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/2009/05/journey-from-rajasthan-to-iim-c.html' title='Journey from Rajasthan to IIM-C'/><author><name>sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301414190446094827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SXVGmXtnilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaFzqWrwXaA/S220/679059326_1214026617.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SgB5_GV6C8I/AAAAAAAAABA/CbJvYQrXMLw/s72-c/leaving-no-stone_~DBD0020%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775111389885053313.post-4964251011303023705</id><published>2009-05-02T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:45:03.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are narcissist??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I was always nonplussed about the narcissism of men. So let me give you an epitome and you decide it yourself!! Yesterday I was on a call with one of my friend. We were talking about a girl who had a sweet nexus with a guy long time back. That girl met with that guy on phone and then their Elysian experience began and eventually she falls in love with that guy. But as the says goes, beautiful things are ephemeral in nature, their etheral alliance came to an end. For that girl that was halcyon days of love and still were beautiful part of her life.I was just narrating the story and my friend humilated her relation and call it gobbledegook. I was irated by his statement. He was just predicting the things in an egotistical manner and was oblivous about the gravity of their relation. For him it was just a frivolous affair and was behaving in an implaccable manner. Finally I was totally miffed and decided to end this conversation.One thing I realized men may be more pragmatic in their approach but sometimes they forget that there are some things which are beyond this- Emotions!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775111389885053313-4964251011303023705?l=sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/feeds/4964251011303023705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775111389885053313&amp;postID=4964251011303023705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/4964251011303023705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/4964251011303023705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-are-narcissist.html' title='Men are narcissist??'/><author><name>sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301414190446094827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SXVGmXtnilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaFzqWrwXaA/S220/679059326_1214026617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775111389885053313.post-3016190235791972674</id><published>2009-04-20T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:11:28.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Bizarre</title><content type='html'>Most of us are aware of Ambiance Mall which is known for its grandeur and awesome jocund. I have been to ambi mall many times and have saunter there a lot with my friends. But this time, it was different we went to Blue-O. Blue-O is the 24 lane bowling alley. I have one word to describe it- impeccable decor. it has formidable ambiance and has a good sitting place too. But as we all know nothing is given gratis, we have to loosen our pursestrings, but in all price is worth the fun.&lt;br /&gt;As the says goes, everything has its own pros and cons. Same here one one side it is grand but on other it makes you groggy. We were very tired by the end of the day and were stumbling around. There are small vehicles which are basically for old people. But this time we were so fragile that we ask him to give a free ride to the exit and he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;I had the best bowling experience there and I bet you will have it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775111389885053313-3016190235791972674?l=sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/feeds/3016190235791972674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775111389885053313&amp;postID=3016190235791972674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/3016190235791972674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/3016190235791972674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/2009/04/bowling-bizarre.html' title='Bowling Bizarre'/><author><name>sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301414190446094827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SXVGmXtnilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaFzqWrwXaA/S220/679059326_1214026617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775111389885053313.post-2839004998925664742</id><published>2009-03-13T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:42:11.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken pox</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;After 1 month, i hv joined my college. First due to strike( as my college sucks) and then my chicken pox. I was feeling as if I am a new student. I was not able to sleep last night as I was excited to meet my frnds. I entered the collg, same guards with that rule to show ur icards when u enter - I wonder other than students, who else wants to come here. I entered my class, every1 asks me abt my health. Some also askd if its still communicable. What i hated abt my disease is that its communicable, u cant go out- nothing just tv, sleeping, novels..... I wantd to c real life rather than reel life. Then ofcourse in every lec i was nt ablt to understd their single word, as if others were able to... By the evening my love for collg disappers and my normal hatred for collg continues......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775111389885053313-2839004998925664742?l=sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/feeds/2839004998925664742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775111389885053313&amp;postID=2839004998925664742' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/2839004998925664742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/2839004998925664742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/2009/03/chicken-pox.html' title='chicken pox'/><author><name>sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301414190446094827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SXVGmXtnilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaFzqWrwXaA/S220/679059326_1214026617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8775111389885053313.post-5932754628015846622</id><published>2009-01-19T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:51:22.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i m very happy. Yesterday I hv realized nothing is stagnant. Life should go on and so should we. We meet with different people. Some people leave an impact on us. But in all what we gain is an experience.&lt;br /&gt;For me today is a great day because i have finally moved in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8775111389885053313-5932754628015846622?l=sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/feeds/5932754628015846622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8775111389885053313&amp;postID=5932754628015846622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/5932754628015846622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8775111389885053313/posts/default/5932754628015846622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshi-nothingisimpossible.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-m-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301414190446094827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FYxVtumWMio/SXVGmXtnilI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaFzqWrwXaA/S220/679059326_1214026617.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
