<?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-10580471</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:48:22.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perplexed minds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10580471.post-8163711122260099174</id><published>2011-12-15T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:48:22.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt</title><content type='html'>(&lt;em&gt;Dedicated to my loving and wonderful husband. Siddhu, I love you very much :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when the  sunlight hits the grass&lt;br /&gt;A hidden sparkle appears.&lt;br /&gt;This very feeling, I experienced,&lt;br /&gt;Driving away my fears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years a stretch, patience was my friend&lt;br /&gt;Long and hopeful the wait.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someone like you would come someday&lt;br /&gt;And stand before my gate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least expected moments of joy&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a rushing wave&lt;br /&gt;When the first exchange of casual words&lt;br /&gt;Stirred in me something so grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow and steady the feeling grew&lt;br /&gt;We knew it was definitely mutual&lt;br /&gt;Looking for reasons to talk for hours&lt;br /&gt;Had almost become a ritual &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about this that I can’t quite say&lt;br /&gt;Gives me a sense of calm&lt;br /&gt;Something so pure and full of light&lt;br /&gt;Spreads its ethereal charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A missing part of me was found&lt;br /&gt;Something so unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;I resonate completely with you, my dear&lt;br /&gt;You make my life more stable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still and the world disappears&lt;br /&gt;our bond grows into an epitome&lt;br /&gt;As I gently rest myself against you&lt;br /&gt;I can sense, I just reached home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-8163711122260099174?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8163711122260099174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=8163711122260099174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/8163711122260099174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/8163711122260099174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2011/12/heartfelt.html' title='Heartfelt'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-3759751359986188169</id><published>2011-12-15T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:18:57.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influence Bollywood style!</title><content type='html'>Bollywood…..glitzy, glamorous, starry eyed Bollywood. The girls of our generation grew on it. It was our very first guide to tender love as we blossomed into the exciting and confusing teen years and SRK was its mascot. We dreamt of meeting the perfect one as we witnessed wonderful, playful and utterly passionately SRK romancing his heroines onscreen. While other teens were obsessed with studying hard, scoring the most marks, topping the classes, I had other dreams of my own. All these worldly tensions didn’t matter when the silver screen lit up with His presence. Yes, I use a capital H when referring to Him as a mark of utter and total respect for the one man that somewhat contributed to my personality. While there are important men in my life like my dad, granddad and my husband, of course, this one man, SRK, has always had a steady presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All his movies gave us, giggly teens, the hope that (ahem!) someone somewhere is out there for you…we lived on that hope and some of us still do. For me, it came true to the T. All his Rahuls and Rajs gave us the fodder to create our own dream boys. He provided something like a catalogue of qualities we’d like in our man. Every character he played had some pros that I’d absolutely love and some cons which were annoying yet endearing. Watching his movies actually helped me realize what I want and don’t want in my guy which finally led me to meet The Guy of my dreams who I instantly knew I must marry (and I did J. Though I don’t think he’d be too amused to know that SRK movies helped me pick my life partner :P ) What I’m trying to say is that his movies might be total chick flicks, rom coms, make believe stories, but his influence does make you stop and think. It makes you ask why you cannot have what you see on screen rather than accepting some glib, boring setup when making a huge life changing decision like marriage. His movies make you want to break the mould and search for that perfect one rather than accepting your “fate”. Laugh all you want at the childish idol worship but what I’m talking about is far beyond that. It’s a shift in your thinking process, however small it may be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I adored his on screen persona, his off screen personality also greatly appealed to my sensibilities. Be his passionate outlook towards his craft or his contagious enthusiasm, his charisma or his ability to dream The Dream, watching him achieve his dreams, in some ways, enabled me to fulfill my own. Seeing him steadily climb the ladder of social and economic success, especially starting out from humble surroundings gave me the hope to dream that dream which seemed so out of my reach at that moment. Now when I look back, those dreams seem quite achievable. But from my vantage point back then, they were pretty big ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, what Mr. Khan taught me the most was to develop the abilities to dream bigger than what seems possible at that moment. You may not achieve those dreams instantly but you sure created a path towards fulfilling them. In some ways he cajoled me (no pun intended there!) into taking control of my own life and breaking free of practiced thought patterns when it came to determining my capabilities&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-3759751359986188169?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/3759751359986188169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=3759751359986188169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/3759751359986188169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/3759751359986188169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2011/12/influence-bollywood-style.html' title='Influence Bollywood style!'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-4196706217131103987</id><published>2010-07-30T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T17:25:15.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: The following verbiage lacks any kind of structure and is purely a flow of ideas jotted down as they occurred to me. It might seem like a mixed bag of thoughts and that's exactly what it is. My thoughts and ideas are an ongoing stream of wonderful and infinite possibilities which are far from being contained. Any attempt to contain them is futile and I'm thankful for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While warm, sunny weather usually attracts people out of their houses, I at times, prefer cuddling up and reading. Not just any light fictional novel but books based on science or technology. Not just any science but radical and, preferably borderline controversial, science. One such book talks about how science needs a fresh outlook and that it's time we start borrowing concepts to lead us into discovering spirituality the "scientific" way. Sounds cool, doesn't it! Well it is, that is, for those who can relax and look at fresh new ideas with enthusiasm. For the others, who aren't yet ready to overlook scientific dogma, don't bother! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day as I was reading through this book, it struck me how similar we all are towards our approach of an established ideology. Be it science or religion, once we are convinced of a set of beliefs, its only a handful who would venture out of the ordinary to step into the unknown, to explore brilliant possibilities. It amazes me, how intelligent, reasonable men and women suddenly seem to lose their senses when it comes to religion. Not just their senses, what they lose is a prized possession, it's their inner voice. Even those who insist that they don't really care about religious rituals seem to give in to certain practices, purely because they aren't sure about what would happen if they shun those practices. Seriously! Do you really, honestly, expect to cause havoc in your lives, purely because you "messed" up some traditional practice! Geez! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, personally, couldn't care less about religion, not my own, not others. What I do care about is appreciating all that I have (personally and globally), being a valuable resource to others and most of all, keeping myself happy, come what may! Yes, it's selfish and that's exactly my point! Being happy all the time has sort of gathered social disapproval. It seems inappropriate to do so. Especially being happy/calm/at peace when your near and dear ones are troubled is supposedly a sign of indifference or heartlessness. Many years back, I would have agreed with this view, but lately this idea doesn't resonate with me at all. I don't see how I can be of value to someone else when I myself have lost my balance. This doesn't mean I promote belittling others' concerns, worries or disappointments. Far from it. Being happy doesn't always mean grinning from ear to ear and frolicking around. Just being at peace and absolutely enjoying your current action, whatever that may be, can be a source of immense joy. Some people refer to this as their meditation and that is exactly what it is! Such chronic peace brings a kind of strength and stability that can be a source of wonderful inspiration to others in hard times (for them. B'coz once you have learnt to pave your way towards happiness, you pretty much set sailing through life at top speed :D) I've been on either sides of the equation, so I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if it's all so easy and simple, why are we over complicating things? Well, for one, we love the drama of it. Face it, we are all one big global Bollywood family! We don't feel completely satisfied until we've "overcome" failures, faced "challenges" and dealt with "difficulties". Sometimes we get so into the character that we kind of forget the whole purpose of our being here. That's when it's a good idea to take a break, step back and view our lives from a distant perspective, quite literally, imagine looking down upon your lives from outer space. It appears oh, so small, minuscule and at times, silly! Yup, the higher perspective game helps me snap out of everyday drama and look at the bigger picture. And once you are there, the right words and right actions just come to you at the very right time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I took you through my flow of ideas, what do you think was my point? Surprise, surprise! None, whatsoever. It was all for the joy of it, for the fun of it and purely for the exhilaration I felt when I wrote all of it down.'Wait, what!', you'd say. Read this again and you might just begin to see that statement applying to the bigger picture here. Have you got the cosmic joke yet?. It's not about the destination, it's all about the journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-4196706217131103987?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/4196706217131103987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=4196706217131103987' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/4196706217131103987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/4196706217131103987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2010/07/punked.html' title='Punked!'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-3017385261452314286</id><published>2010-02-18T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:21:35.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Love....With Love</title><content type='html'>Today, my love, I've known one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That come what may, &lt;br /&gt;I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Your hurt, your pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to take away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some moments of low&lt;br /&gt;and then some highs&lt;br /&gt;be it whatever&lt;br /&gt;my love never dies&lt;br /&gt;With each rising sun&lt;br /&gt;and every passing day&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you blessings&lt;br /&gt;To God I do pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I want to&lt;br /&gt;give you and then some more&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeds pure love&lt;br /&gt;in abundance, that I can't store&lt;br /&gt;Will hold you in sickness,&lt;br /&gt;In health, will walk astride.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes when you need me,&lt;br /&gt;You will find me by your side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-3017385261452314286?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/3017385261452314286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=3017385261452314286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/3017385261452314286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/3017385261452314286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-lovewith-love.html' title='To Love....With Love'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-8694105953462319955</id><published>2010-02-14T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:30:40.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineering Spirituality</title><content type='html'>It's astonishing how my technical side ties into my spiritual side. It's always been there, waiting for me to take notice of it. I took this long to figure it out, well at least begin the journey of figuring it out. I'm talking about my job of being an electrical engineer opening up a spiritual doorway which I had overlooked for so long. Absurd, right? Not anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fundamental principal of electrical engineering is taught to us, all of us, right from school, in physics. It's the law of the materials regarding flow of electricity. That every material has some electrical resistance of its own, depending on it's individual characteristics, is a well known fact. Depending on whether the resistance is large or small determines whether the flow of current would be less or more. In other words, higher the resistance, less will the current flow and vice versa. Now what has this basic principle got to do with spirituality. If a correctly drawn analogy is applied here, this principle has every thing to do with the basic laws of spirituality as well. It is so clear and obvious that I am pretty sure almost every engineer (or non-engineer) misses this basic point. I'll say it again, higher the "resistance", lower is the flow of current or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt;. Does that strike a chord yet? Think about it, what could this simple statement be pointing to with reference to our human existence. What's the conductor, what's the energy and what's the "resistance"? It took me 8 years to figure out that the very first thing I learnt about electrical engineering is the most fundamental &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sutra&lt;/span&gt; of life. We all must have experienced this throughout our lives and we still continue doing it. Doing what? Offering "resistance" to the very life force that is so eager to flow through us. All it needs is a "go" from us. And how do you think we resist this energy, by our thoughts, our staunch beliefs, our "logic", everything that stops us from having faith in the Creation. Everything that questions our ability to just fling ourselves free and into Life with the complete and utter faith that we are loved by It. I got this feeling when I experienced sky diving. The thrills and rush are only a form of Life force flowing through me abundantly. I was surrendering myself to gravity, to nature, both literally and figuratively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I get by "conducting" do you ask? Well, what do you think? Isn't that something for you to experience and find out? Words are only a tool to express distinct forms of thoughts....What does one do when the Thought is Life itself and is so magnificently All-Encompassing that the words fail to express this magnificence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-8694105953462319955?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8694105953462319955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=8694105953462319955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/8694105953462319955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/8694105953462319955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2010/02/engineering-spirituality.html' title='Engineering Spirituality'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-5639201394122586098</id><published>2009-09-25T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:24:44.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity-The Parody</title><content type='html'>(NOTE: This one is a sarcastic take on my previous post called 'Serendipity')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serendipity-the windfall, stroke of luck they say&lt;br /&gt;The guy in front just won a car (damn!), while you still had to pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down a (ridiculously) boring road, if you happen to find some cash&lt;br /&gt;Oh no don’t get excited, most likely it’s fake trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of your favorite person, makes you stop in your track,&lt;br /&gt;You hear a sound right behind you, S*&amp;^!! The cops are back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hot chick smiles her sexy smile, You think ‘I must be cute’&lt;br /&gt;Only to realize, Darn! she was waving at a guy behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like these make you skeptic, doubting everything you do&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to trust God showering love, and it's certainly not upon you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise, that luck is defined, as something so very rare,&lt;br /&gt;When others encounter events so cool, it almost seems unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never get anything great and definitely no chance with pretty!&lt;br /&gt;Luck, for you, is a distant dream, it’s more like ‘Ser-(end in)-pity’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-5639201394122586098?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5639201394122586098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=5639201394122586098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/5639201394122586098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/5639201394122586098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2009/09/serendipity-parody.html' title='Serendipity-The Parody'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-7670105163123084586</id><published>2009-09-11T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:45:23.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the secret is.....</title><content type='html'>(Note for readers: The following post references ideas in the books on ‘Law of Attraction’ by Abraham Hicks. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized the key to make it work. Hold your ultimate desires in balance with your excitement to live each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by that? Many people just send out eager anticipation and rockets of desire and then wait, so after a while when their perfect mate/job/house/car doesn’t arrive they start feeling a twinge of negativity. Hopelessness creeps in and they are back to self pity/sadness/disappointment. My friend, it isn’t about patience, it’s about eager anticipation for LIFE in general. While you make your desire the most dominant vibration, also give yourself variety, by appreciating and being excited about what you intend to do in your daily life. For example I can shift my focus to things like my job, making more friends, exploring places on my own, rekindling joy and love into existing relationships with my friends. All this without over burdening myself with responsibility towards other’s emotions and pressure to make them feel better because of my actions. If I bake a cake for my friend, it's because I wish to cheer her up one day or  cook a wonderful meal because I wish to share my feelings and joy of cooking, with a friend. I focus on spending every minute of my life enhancing it and making things more valuable just for the joy of it. This way every time one thinks about one’s deep desire, the very last emotion on that topic is a highly positive one. That positive note is attracting bundles of joy and similar vibrations to actually manifest one’s desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By distracting myself into exciting everyday opportunities and rendezvous with life, I also provide least resistance to my utmost desire. Also, because of my joyful demeanor, I think of past relationships and past events in a very positive light. I see joy around me, in people and very good qualities in people are highlighted. I can bring out the best in people and be really proud of that ability. If things change on me and I’m caught off guard, no sweat, all I need to do is change my train of thoughts to something that once again makes more joyful bubbles arise in me than letting any sort of negative emotion. Seems easy, doesn’t it. Know what, it IS easy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing joyful living is a process not a destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-7670105163123084586?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7670105163123084586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=7670105163123084586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/7670105163123084586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/7670105163123084586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-secret-is.html' title='And the secret is.....'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-487989691113983645</id><published>2009-04-08T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:04:11.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limitless</title><content type='html'>Disturbing thoughts engulf me, I'm there but not quite there,&lt;br /&gt;What is it I yearn for, why the longing? Restlessness is taken over by despair.&lt;br /&gt;I stop myself time and again, I know I can go beyond….&lt;br /&gt;Then why do these limits hold me back, I fail to see what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment I feel like screaming, to break free from every bondage&lt;br /&gt;The very thought of being restricted brings out in me a burning rage.&lt;br /&gt;Able as I am, reservations set in, when orders are thrown at me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to prove anything, I'm perfect the way I can be&lt;br /&gt;Speechless, thoughtless, confused and fuming, nothing makes any sense&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so limitless has its own limitations, its simple and yet so dense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-487989691113983645?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/487989691113983645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=487989691113983645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/487989691113983645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/487989691113983645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2009/04/limitless.html' title='Limitless'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-6487894455524793318</id><published>2009-03-01T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:43:36.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tender moments, etched in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deep bonds, growing stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Close friends, full of warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simple gestures, touch the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Genuine smile, makes it worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simple kiss, gives a rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heartfelt hugs, lift the gloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bubbly laughter, refreshes the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Silly giggles, creates some fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gentle touch, says I'm there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loving glances, brings relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A soft cuddle, makes one blush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holding hands, so intimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Appreciating this, is the true essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life, after all, is not, without love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-6487894455524793318?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6487894455524793318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=6487894455524793318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/6487894455524793318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/6487894455524793318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2009/03/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-8754461519474751062</id><published>2009-01-21T15:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:35:46.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>Serendipity-the windfall, stroke of luck they say&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected surprise, one fine summer’s day&lt;br /&gt;Walking down a boring road, you find a wad of cash&lt;br /&gt;The glitter of a lost diamond inside a bag of trash&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of your favorite person, you stop right in your track&lt;br /&gt;A sudden tap on your shoulders and he’s there behind your back!&lt;br /&gt;Meeting someone totally new, you feel a strong connection&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of days, hours or minutes, it grows into affection.&lt;br /&gt;It’s tough to tell, what it is, that makes you want to stay,&lt;br /&gt;To have faith in the power unknown, believe in what you pray&lt;br /&gt;Something so sudden, so very great is always a doubt for you,&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to trust God showering love, hard to say it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;This human tendency of doubting good, has made one believe&lt;br /&gt;Its less stressful to think of the worst and much easier to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;No surprise that luck is defined, as something so very rare,&lt;br /&gt;When one encounters events so cool, it almost seems unfair.&lt;br /&gt;But then again if everything was good and sweet and oh so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;Luck would lose its charm and worth and wouldn’t be called serendipity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-8754461519474751062?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8754461519474751062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=8754461519474751062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/8754461519474751062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/8754461519474751062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2009/01/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-2911065125253002517</id><published>2009-01-03T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:08:17.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog No.1</title><content type='html'>Before I start with the actual post I must mention the inspiration for it. It's the latest Brit-Indian venture called 'Slumdog Millionaire'. Considering the current display of 'exceptional talent' in the movie industry, this one is a sane, well crafted, structured....in short a fantabulous effort! As we sat, totally satiated after this unique movie experience, my roomie and I were suddenly struck with this crazy idea. We began putting together a story with the most outrageous cast and crew. Kind of a spoof (mind you, its a spoof of the hypothetical star cast, not the movie! I wouldn't dare to dishonor such great movie making effort). So here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Slumdog No.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: David Dhawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Govinda (What a surprise!), Some new Bimbo-wanna be actress, Sanjay Dutt, another new bimbo -wannabe, Mahesh Manjrekar (Yes, he can fit into any niche!), Johnny Lever as the goon's side kick (trying to force out laughter from the audience) a few knuckle cracking, mean looking gundas and a few dozen extras (we need them for the songs...duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: It would start off with the most eclectic looking slums of mumbai. Overtly emotional and loving slum dwellers, family oriented beggars and kid loving Gundas. Awwww. All's well in slumsville untill terror strikes one fine day. Religious riots hit the area and people are killed. Young Govinda and older brother (young Sanjay Dutt) are seperated in the brawl. Their sad looking mother is killed right in front of young Govinda's eyes. Actors are hamming and the audience is yawning. Ho-hum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom into the present day scenario.....suddenly they have all grown up into hefty 40+ oldies who, for reasons unknown, will always be 25 year old &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;naujawans&lt;/span&gt; on the wide screen. So here we have an ever gregarious, oversmart Govinda, donning multicolored garbs and wooing the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;moholle ki choris&lt;/span&gt;. He is a smart ass and supposedly better than most others in his moholla. Although he earns his two meals conning people, he has a heart of gold. Meanwhile in another world, not too far, Sanjay Dutt has evolved into the reigning don of the underworld. His faithful, stupid and desperately-trying-to-be-comical sidekick Johnny Lever is stuck to his hind side all the way. This don is smarter than most dangerous dons, better than Bruce Lee in martial arts and still a romantic at heart. Mind you, despite all this he STILL has a heart of gold...After all he shares blood ties with his philanthrophic little brother. It's in the blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then there's the whole Hindi movie masala, drama, brothers meeting, exchanging lockets, realizing they are brothers, crying over their dead mother and swearing on her grave to drink her muderers' blood...(oops, there is also meeting their lady loves, dancing around trees on lavish locales in the most untimely placed awkward song sequences) they finally reach the sets of KBC (somehow!...please dont ask me to elaborate on how they got there.......I wouldnt be surprised if the show host invited them himself.....its Bollywood!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then with much luck.,...actually all luck (that too outrageous luck) they manage to reach the final question.....when they are stumped....Having lost all their lifelines they have just one hope.....in the middle of the crowded auditorium they fall on their knees and start off with the most devotional bhajan you've ever heard.....and then the Divine blesses them (probably in an effort to get them wrapping up their ridiculous performances) in the form of a monkey showing up out of nowhere clutching a piece of paper with the answer......Huh!...Lost? Dont worry, you lost me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, during this final song its revealed to the audiences (and to the heroes) that the game show producer is, in fact, the main ganglord who had killed their mother years ago and was looking for the two brothers to settle scores with (talk about timing!).....So then there's the final predictible fight where everyone attacks everyone except the two heroes and ofcourse the two brothers kill the ganglord with combined efforts! Y ou would probably be praying for the goon to die...hoping that would somehow end the movie sooner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then with all the extravagant costumes, sets and performances...the movie finally ends (whew...there's always hope!) and we, the audience, are set free!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, inspite of receiving a number of critical, negative reviews the film still manages to bag the filmfare award with the director swearing to the masses that he will continue directing more movies like this which are much better (read more hamming and more mind numbing)....... and just as we find ourselves recovering from the blow of this one....the final wave hits us when we read that this piece of 'artistic mastery' is India's entry for the Oscars......Long live Bollywood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! An awe inspiring, heart wrenching story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-2911065125253002517?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2911065125253002517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=2911065125253002517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/2911065125253002517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/2911065125253002517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-no1.html' title='Slumdog No.1'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-5048207577952431441</id><published>2008-12-07T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:14:17.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>Recently, an experience led me to write this. While I was waiting for a friend, I accidentally ran into an acquaintance the other day. As we were catching up over a cup of coffee I realized that a lot had changed for her. She was into various 'activities' for the need of fitting into the 'cool and hep' culture. She was justifying her actions which were definitely 'shocking', as one might call them. And throughout the talk I had a feeling that her experiences were utter waste of precious time, talent and life. From my perspective this isn't how life is to be utilized. Probably what she is doing makes more sense to her. But then the question remains that what exactly drives, rather pushes us, to the extremes of trying to fit in? Be it a group, a class, a community, a city, a nation or a species, we always want to fit in. Conformity, of all sorts, is the key word here. In this struggle to gain public acceptance we forget the bottomline of life. Very few people question their reason for existance and even fewer strive to find the answers. If you ask me, it's a process. Initial questions lead one to think and wonder, then when one starts digging more into his/her life, wonderful new insights are unearthed. I've personally gone through this initial process of restlessness and unanswered questions. Through all that, I realized one thing. It is so important to find one's passion in life. It really is. This might sound totally disconnected from what I've been saying, but it actually has a direct connection to what I've been talking about. When one has a passion in life, he makes his own path. He is sure of what he wants. He is centred. It's ironic how passion can actually make one dispassionate towards other trivial issues. With a passion in life the mind is more focussed on fruitful actions than presenting superficial facades of self projected to the world. There is a definite purpose in everything. Passion is a force that pulls us out of the viscious circle of meaningless existence. Channeling our energies towards the correct passion can do wonders for us and for those around us. Why, then, do people still prefer the typical existence of trying to fit in like a jigsaw puzzle piece? I would say, to provide us with examples. Contrasting lives of others stimulates one to search further till one arrives at the lifestyle he/she truly wants. Perhaps all this is just another piece of philosophy or perhaps others out there are meant to be examples of monotonous behavior so that more like me can find our passion. Afterall, it might not be such a bad thing that most of us live the way we do. It might just be a blessing, still in disguise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-5048207577952431441?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5048207577952431441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=5048207577952431441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/5048207577952431441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/5048207577952431441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/recently-experience-led-me-to-write.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-5494432073818752087</id><published>2008-10-23T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:31:56.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comical as it is now...</title><content type='html'>Comical as it is now,&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't the case back then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of a man&lt;br /&gt; Who stood against it all,&lt;br /&gt;His bravery beyond measures,&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to take a fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His urge, his burning fire&lt;br /&gt;Set him on a journey long&lt;br /&gt;His search, his endless battle,&lt;br /&gt;Was he really that strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and steadily it grew&lt;br /&gt;His urgency, his desperate need&lt;br /&gt;Looked for the door to his freedom&lt;br /&gt;To the Lord he began to plead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can a man really take this!&lt;br /&gt;It can happen to any sane chap&lt;br /&gt;Doomed is the one who has to&lt;br /&gt;But can't find a place to crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-5494432073818752087?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5494432073818752087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=5494432073818752087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/5494432073818752087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/5494432073818752087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2008/10/comical-as-it-is-now.html' title='Comical as it is now...'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-723248516436173724</id><published>2008-10-23T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:27:56.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my dear friend: Prajwal</title><content type='html'>So here's the thing I'm supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;Not so easy, help me out, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend, he wants me to write,&lt;br /&gt;a poem for him in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shud I praise him, tell the good stuff?&lt;br /&gt;But that would be a half truth….kind of a bluff :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding, I'm sure he wont mind,&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet guy…he's the cool kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimicry is his virtue….he's the best!&lt;br /&gt;Imitates everyone in fun and jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life of a party, dances like a pro,&lt;br /&gt;Makes it happening….makes it a show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grins through it all…praises or booing,&lt;br /&gt;Flirts with the girls... "How you doing?" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fun times, he has his share of lows,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps u haven't noticed, perhaps he never shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His own natural self is much more endearing,&lt;br /&gt;Than the front he puts up to gather all the cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he knew, that we'd like him much more&lt;br /&gt;Only if he trusts himself and brings out his core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve more than you think, give it a bit of thought&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life as it comes…come on give it a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of your worries, they aren't worth ur time.&lt;br /&gt;Revel in ur glory days, live it, its ur prime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-723248516436173724?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/723248516436173724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=723248516436173724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/723248516436173724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/723248516436173724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-my-dear-friend-prajwal.html' title='For my dear friend: Prajwal'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-4287488461627069645</id><published>2008-03-20T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:18:29.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off and On</title><content type='html'>Dreary morning,&lt;br /&gt;No!! More work to do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There on my side,&lt;br /&gt;The little kitten sleeps in peace,&lt;br /&gt;Warmth fills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy work traffic&lt;br /&gt;Noise, heat and pollution&lt;br /&gt;Grey smog looms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss on vacation&lt;br /&gt;A relief spreads through me&lt;br /&gt;Joy makes me dizzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings loud&lt;br /&gt;My boss dumps more work&lt;br /&gt;He’s such a quirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock strikes five&lt;br /&gt;How quickly the day ended&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I’m leaving!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The sun sets on me&lt;br /&gt;A lonely evening, once more&lt;br /&gt;My heart sinks low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rings,&lt;br /&gt;Those warm eyes make me sway,&lt;br /&gt;He just made my day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-4287488461627069645?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/4287488461627069645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=4287488461627069645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/4287488461627069645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/4287488461627069645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2008/03/off-and-on.html' title='Off and On'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-2917019250695658439</id><published>2008-03-19T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:52:23.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be….</title><content type='html'>Thousands of ideas race through my mind…..&lt;br /&gt;This monotonous life is a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Should utilize all my abilities&lt;br /&gt;Create fantasies and some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be an artist,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a wonderful, creative start!&lt;br /&gt;And if I can’t paint for nuts&lt;br /&gt;We shall call it modern art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be a sci-fi actor&lt;br /&gt;It’s fantastic what they do!&lt;br /&gt;Like in Matrix, I'd change forms&lt;br /&gt;And dodge real bullets too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be a chef!&lt;br /&gt;I am fascinated by food.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it’s for others!&lt;br /&gt;I won't eat it (gulp), how rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be an accountant&lt;br /&gt;I ‘m good with numbers, you know&lt;br /&gt;A little Math revision won’t hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t five times five twenty four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be a salesperson,&lt;br /&gt;I can make the best speeches&lt;br /&gt;Can sell a fridge to an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;And heaters on the beaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be a beautiful model&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to lose weight?? Lots???&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up, I am perfect,&lt;br /&gt;These clothes are made for tots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of ideas race through my mind…….&lt;br /&gt;Too many choices for me,&lt;br /&gt;Lets focus on what’s in hand&lt;br /&gt;After all, Consistency is the key&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-2917019250695658439?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2917019250695658439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=2917019250695658439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/2917019250695658439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/2917019250695658439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be….'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-499239223627778919</id><published>2008-03-19T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:31:33.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynically yours</title><content type='html'>Clickety click, the keystrokes go,&lt;br /&gt;Out comes verbiage from a cynic’s mind&lt;br /&gt;Beware its content, its sharp and poison&lt;br /&gt;Sure!! You expect him to be kind! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fret and they fume over worldly matters,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really suits their style.&lt;br /&gt;But wow! What great critics they make!&lt;br /&gt;They spot nasty stuff from a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectionism, is our true virtue,&lt;br /&gt;They say with utter pride!&lt;br /&gt;We strive, after all, to correct all the faults&lt;br /&gt;Bear with us being rude and snide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude!! Attitude!! They sure seem pompous!&lt;br /&gt;Suffer from a syndrome called “I am the best”,&lt;br /&gt;Looking down upon mere mortals,&lt;br /&gt;We rule!! Two hoots to the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ramble on for hours about their critical natures,&lt;br /&gt;It becomes apparent, I can see.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and steadily I become one of them&lt;br /&gt;I’m cynical of cynics around me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Poonam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-499239223627778919?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/499239223627778919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=499239223627778919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/499239223627778919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/499239223627778919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2008/03/cynically-yours.html' title='Cynically yours'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-8194755256059175330</id><published>2008-02-29T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:23:41.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Encounters of the Weird Kind</title><content type='html'>Come along with me, this will blow your mind!&lt;br /&gt;Had some close encounters with the weird kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant imagine, they do the craziest stuff&lt;br /&gt;Despite abundance, they dont seem to have enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have these set of rules, for easy way of life,&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, these cause them, much more trouble and strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They live in constant fear..fear of what's done, what's said,&lt;br /&gt;So they end up inviting, the very thing that they dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cant believe when you tell them, that happy is what they shud be,&lt;br /&gt;They'd rather be sad and grumpy, than joyful, cheery and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give them a helping hand, they'd show utter disbelief&lt;br /&gt;You do something nasty bad, they'd breathe a sigh of relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was too good to be true , that's why I had my doubt,&lt;br /&gt;But nasty is something expected, I knew this would come about"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u believe that attitude! It drives me so insane,&lt;br /&gt;its like they hate to be blissful, they love to live in pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what can I say about this now, they r miles away from mirth,&lt;br /&gt;u wanna know where they come from? I think, its a place called....... Earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-8194755256059175330?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8194755256059175330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=8194755256059175330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/8194755256059175330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/8194755256059175330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2008/02/close-encounters-of-weird-kind.html' title='Close Encounters of the Weird Kind'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-9154265927692552326</id><published>2008-02-29T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:24:24.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibberish</title><content type='html'>What do I write, Oh what do I write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About nature and beauty or courage and might?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too heavy a topic are they, lets find something light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about love? No, sounds too trite…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be something funny, has to be bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe some horror….wanna have a fright? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, its so confusing…nothing sounds right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry for my miserable plight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm just exaggerating, call it far fetched if u might,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing isn't easy…..I'll have to stay up all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting back to what I'm good at…FOOD…. care for a bite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-9154265927692552326?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/9154265927692552326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=9154265927692552326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/9154265927692552326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/9154265927692552326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2008/02/gibberish-what-do-i-write-oh-what-do-i.html' title='Gibberish'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-6253734576309733894</id><published>2008-02-29T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:24:49.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Knight</title><content type='html'>The pounding of the rain increased with time.&lt;br /&gt;Making deep puddles filled with mud and grime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lightening struck fierce and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Ripped through the night in a wild frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roaring wind made sounds to scare,&lt;br /&gt;despite all this he stood, alone and bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one aim in mind, he stood up to face,&lt;br /&gt;What lay ahead in this God forsaken place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Angel, my angel….is all that he thought,&lt;br /&gt;For so long he'd been searching, for so long he had fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must find my angel, before it gets too late!&lt;br /&gt;I will not give up, come what may, this is not my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a Knight , after all, and Knights must race.&lt;br /&gt;Just as his father had, there shall be no disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickened his pace heading towards his goal,&lt;br /&gt;His determination came from within his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I see it…I see it, he cried!&lt;br /&gt;I've done it…his heart gleamed with pride…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as he reached out to conquer his prize..&lt;br /&gt;There was a swish and a flash that blinded his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enough" boomed the angry voice ……"enough for tonight"&lt;br /&gt;"How long will you play that stupid game, it's late, it's almost light!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly he went to bed, feeling stupid, angry and sad,&lt;br /&gt;And that's how Mr. James Knight lost the bet to his dad! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-6253734576309733894?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6253734576309733894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=6253734576309733894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/6253734576309733894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/6253734576309733894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2008/02/knight-pounding-of-rain-increased-with.html' title='The Knight'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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-10580471.post-1494806809508892656</id><published>2008-02-28T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:37:21.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats in store?</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what the future has in store?&lt;br /&gt;Will it be ecstatic or will be a bore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious moments leave me tensed and nervous&lt;br /&gt;"Don’t worry, be happy…learn to trust us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A patient voice speaks thus, bringing me peace,&lt;br /&gt;Soothing me, calming me , flowing like a breeze,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax and enjoy, there's nothing else to do,&lt;br /&gt;Joyful living, is all thts expected of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true as it is, my problems seem to resolve,&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I let go, they vanish, they dissolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wonder what the future is?, if u ask me this..&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I say, Its full of life, joy and endless bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10580471-1494806809508892656?l=poonsjosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1494806809508892656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10580471&amp;postID=1494806809508892656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/1494806809508892656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10580471/posts/default/1494806809508892656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poonsjosh.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-in-store.html' title='whats in store?'/><author><name>Poonam Joshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10965301328119705190</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></feed>
