<?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-315337371068356901</id><updated>2011-11-23T12:19:45.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315337371068356901.post-5503620237447672623</id><published>2011-11-23T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:19:45.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleveland -Tarang 11/20/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Recently,I  have moved to Cleveland on a long term client engagement. This has reduced my travel as a consultant to a great extent. I am quite excited about this as i get to spend some quality time after work for my personal chores. All of a sudden i felt i have all my Sundays for myself, unlike reading or sleeping or working while in transit at airports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dearest husband Vivek,  is continuing his Phd at Case University.  Being associated with Campus, we have some good friends in this area. To be honest this has made my transition  so much fun! Case has an annual Diwali function called Tarang in which we both participated this year as master of ceremonies. Along with it I participated in a unique dance on India's national song called The light of India. Last two weeks were quite fun yet stressful managing work, practicing dance and our speech and all those late nights. It was all worth it as i had made some great connections for life! Now i am all relaxed and and looking forward to my thanks giving vacation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315337371068356901-5503620237447672623?l=pujaraut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/5503620237447672623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=315337371068356901&amp;postID=5503620237447672623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/5503620237447672623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/5503620237447672623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/2011/11/cleveland-tarang-112011.html' title='Cleveland -Tarang 11/20/11'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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-315337371068356901.post-5656467994613867404</id><published>2010-03-26T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:45:43.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orleans 03/14/10</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to post lately. I have been travelling quite a lot these days for my work. One of my latest visits to New Orleans was a wonderful experience. New Orleans is really a unique city in America. I was amazed to learn and experience New Orleans' cuisine, music and Spanish architecture.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my arrival, I had the opportuntity to meet my long lost friend Aneesha. We met after 10 years! We studied science together back home in India at Jai Hind College. I had no idea it would take so long for our paths to cross after graduation. We were thrilled to see each other and could not stop smiling and exchanging compliments. Aneesha, being local to New Orleans took me around the neighborhood. It was wonderful to have, Timsy (Aneesha's roomie) accompany us to explore New Orleans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was bright and sunny when we started walking from my hotel. Being from northeast, I was totally enjoying the warm weather of New Orleans. We went to downtown French Quarters, Bourbon street, Canal steet and Decatur. We dined at an italian restuarant followed by Cafe Du Monde's coffee and beignets:) We shopped some souvenirs and gifts and returned back full of joy and memories for our future.Thanks Aneesha for the wonderful pendant and a memorable evening spent in New Orleans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315337371068356901-5656467994613867404?l=pujaraut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/5656467994613867404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=315337371068356901&amp;postID=5656467994613867404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/5656467994613867404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/5656467994613867404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-orleans-031410.html' title='New Orleans 03/14/10'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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-315337371068356901.post-1552425731706768039</id><published>2010-01-20T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:45:02.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Russellville, Kentucky visit Jan 2010</title><content type='html'>I was on a business visit to a small town  Russellville, in Kentucky. This town is like a two hour drive from Nashville airport, TN. Being new in the area, I was given a warm welcome by the doctor and his staff. Kentucky is known for its blueglass music, tobacco farms and throughbred horses. &lt;div&gt;Steve was sweet enough to play the banjo and it gave  me a whole new experience of the culture associated in that little town. Debby cooked Mediterranean  food and we all relished it! Some memories which will be associated with me for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its always wonderful to meet such good people who touch your lives.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Thank you guys and I hope you see you all again:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/315337371068356901-1552425731706768039?l=pujaraut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/1552425731706768039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=315337371068356901&amp;postID=1552425731706768039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/1552425731706768039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/1552425731706768039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/2010/01/russellville-kentucky-visit-jan-2010.html' title='Russellville, Kentucky visit Jan 2010'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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-315337371068356901.post-2705610382892700031</id><published>2009-11-26T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:20:28.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Thank you guys for being there! Thank you  for your thoughtfulness.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/315337371068356901-2705610382892700031?l=pujaraut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/2705610382892700031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=315337371068356901&amp;postID=2705610382892700031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/2705610382892700031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/2705610382892700031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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-315337371068356901.post-1907578260131519665</id><published>2009-11-19T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:45:16.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure, a stepping stone to success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At times we fail at work, in relationships, meeting our own expectations etc. In fact, in trying to achieve the best we fail most of the time. Sometimes things just don't work the way you want them to and its beyond your control.  Personally, I feel dejected, lost and alone. However, over time I gather my wits and get back to life. I take a deep breath  and say "let it go!" It is hard to follow than said.Thanks to Marshall Goldsmith. I had attended his seminar last year in Boston and he gave me some good stuff to learn for the rest of my life. Oh his book "What got your here, won't get  you there" is a must read. I thought of sharing a few tips to overcome failure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Remain calm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Keep your anger to yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Write down your personal goals, analyse what went wrong, or was it just that bad hair day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Be positive and work towards your goal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Smile :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If you have the will, you will get there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a challenge, lets face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take home from Winston Churchill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage that counts."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/315337371068356901-1907578260131519665?l=pujaraut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/1907578260131519665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=315337371068356901&amp;postID=1907578260131519665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/1907578260131519665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/1907578260131519665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/2009/11/failure-stepping-stone-to-success.html' title='Failure, a stepping stone to success'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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-315337371068356901.post-9089614235752087394</id><published>2009-11-14T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:34:33.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Building relationships with people can be a task for most. Often we run into new clients, coworkers, cross teams, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquaintances. At times you feel very comfortable with some personalities on exchanging a genuine smile and a firm handshake. However, for some personalities the pitch just isn't set and you are at discomfort. It is important to connect with clients to understand their needs. I learn't a new technique to break the ice when two people meet and one has no clue where to initiate a conversation. This technique is called &lt;b&gt;FORM. &lt;/b&gt;It states the areas  in which one can ask questions to their clients or customers to make them feel at ease.  FORM stands for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F-Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O-Occupation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R- Recreation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-Motivation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; If you are in any occupation where you interact with clients, you can ask them a few questions about their family, their current occupation, recreational activities which interest them the most and questions on what motivates them the most. Try to ask questions which will put a smile on your clients face, keeping in mind where to draw the line. I hope you are as excited as I am in bringing the FORM method to practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315337371068356901-9089614235752087394?l=pujaraut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/9089614235752087394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=315337371068356901&amp;postID=9089614235752087394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/9089614235752087394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/9089614235752087394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/2009/11/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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-315337371068356901.post-8335772891336685942</id><published>2009-10-31T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:12:21.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success, Motivation,  Excellence</title><content type='html'>Things have been rolling fast as I have recently joined a healthcare IT company. It was a long wait as most graduates had to go through during this economic downturn. As every new joiner, I am very excited about my new role as a software specialist and motivated to learn and excel in my class of trainees. It’s a challenge learning the vast features our product has to offer our clients. I am amazed to learn how things are changing and becoming more streamlined in the healthcare sector. In one of our class assignments, we were asked to prepare a research overview of the various medical specialties. I developed a liking for research and presenting it to my class since my mba course work days. It was due in a week. Being task oriented I was prepared in advance. To my surprise, we had a senior management walk in for a product training lecture and randomly ask people to present if they were ready, although it wasn’t due that day! I was the only one prepared and went for it, although I had a few details to take care of on one slide. This may not be a big deal for most, but for me it was a live example of one of my reads by Gordon A. MacFarlane, where he mentions that success comes when opportunity meets with preparation. For me, success was a sense of satisfaction I had by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take home from Gordon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excellence is a result of&lt;br /&gt;caring more than others think is wise,&lt;br /&gt;risking more than others think is safe,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming more than others think is practical,&lt;br /&gt;expecting more than others think is possible.&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/315337371068356901-8335772891336685942?l=pujaraut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/8335772891336685942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=315337371068356901&amp;postID=8335772891336685942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/8335772891336685942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/8335772891336685942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/2009/10/success-motivation-excellence.html' title='Success, Motivation,  Excellence'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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-315337371068356901.post-8478630369770676426</id><published>2009-05-11T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:38:48.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna pamper your skin?</title><content type='html'>It was one of those days when my skin needed some pampering. I decided to treat myself with this homemade banana facial mask. This recipie was shared by my mom. It is definitely a less expensive and a naturally rich alternative to artificial cosmetic masks available in the market. Bananas have moisturizing properties and are great for dry skin (my skin type). So those interested treat yourself with this easy recipie. Your skin will feel relaxed and moisturized this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 ripe banana&lt;br /&gt;2 tbspn honey (honey is an excellent skin brightner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure:&lt;br /&gt;Mash the banana using a fork. Add honey and mix thoroughly for a smooth consistency. Apply using a face brush or your fingers over skin. Leave for 10 mins or until the mask dries. Wash with warm water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315337371068356901-8478630369770676426?l=pujaraut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/8478630369770676426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=315337371068356901&amp;postID=8478630369770676426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/8478630369770676426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/8478630369770676426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanna-pamper-your-skin_11.html' title='Wanna pamper your skin?'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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-315337371068356901.post-1624797190548869597</id><published>2009-01-14T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:10:53.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Giving</title><content type='html'>I stopped by to say hi to one of my friends (K)at her office. I share a connection with her from the day I joined my university. She is a motherly personality and always offers a warm welcome to international students like me. While catching up with her, I saw this post by W.Clement Stone on her desk and instantly asked for a copy. We were glad that we just clicked with the author's thoughts! Here is an excerpt from the passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Be generous! Give to those you love; give to those who love you;give to the fortunate;give to the unfortunate,yes, give specially to those to whom you dont want to give.You will receive abundance for your giving. The more you give the more you will have!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On reading this I remembered my parents who always taught us the art of living and I cant thank them enough for all the values they inculcated in us as kids. Here's a quote which was recited often by my parents-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Give to the world the best you have and the best will come back to you". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know, why i was instantly connected to my friend? The excerpt and the quote concluded the same message :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315337371068356901-1624797190548869597?l=pujaraut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/1624797190548869597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=315337371068356901&amp;postID=1624797190548869597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/1624797190548869597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/1624797190548869597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/2009/01/gift-of-giving.html' title='The Gift of Giving'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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-315337371068356901.post-2781229258751952253</id><published>2008-04-18T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:29:54.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk...peeping into past</title><content type='html'>It was just a perfect bright and sunny day. I had been longing to go to the bay as it was a prolonged winter for us (I live in boston and its just getting warmer now). I managed to convince my roomie (AK) and we went out for a stroll. I was amazed to see AK collecting sea shells and colored pebbles from the shore. It just reminded me of the days we siblings ( I have a younger brother and an elder sister) used to play in sand and enjoy our adventurous vacation with our dad in our inflatable raft. Entangled in these daily chores of life, we forget the little moments that added soo much joy in our lives. Somewhere we neglect the child within us to succumb to the pressures of our professional life. It takes a second for us to associate such present moments to our past. Thanks AK, being with you I will always be in touch with the child within...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315337371068356901-2781229258751952253?l=pujaraut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/2781229258751952253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=315337371068356901&amp;postID=2781229258751952253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/2781229258751952253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/2781229258751952253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/2008/04/walkpeeping-into-past.html' title='A Walk...peeping into past'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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-315337371068356901.post-3087047691643389136</id><published>2008-03-24T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:00:16.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I came to Boston last year and I cannot express how excited I was to see winter. It was a memorable experience. The spectacular view of the harbor from my university's terrace windows brings serenity to one's mind. White is indeed serene.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is my second winter and I enjoyed it to my fullest. However,  now I can't wait to see summer. &lt;/span&gt;I wonder, why can't we be content with our surroundings? Why do we subconsiously react to such  conditions? May be thats what gives me a ray of hope for a brighter, and full of joy summer. So now this drives me to scrap my to-do list for summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315337371068356901-3087047691643389136?l=pujaraut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/feeds/3087047691643389136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=315337371068356901&amp;postID=3087047691643389136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/3087047691643389136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/315337371068356901/posts/default/3087047691643389136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pujaraut.blogspot.com/2008/03/winter-blues.html' title='Winter Blues'/><author><name>Infinity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644975877092502570</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></feed>
