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A trainee psychologist was visiting a mental hospital. A resident doctor accompanied him for the rounds. In the first block he saw a patient moving this chair back and forth as he mumbled “Lulu, Lulu , Lulu , Lulu..” “What brought this person here?” Asked the trainee psychologist . “It is a very sad story” explained the resident doctor “There was this girl named Lulu whom he loved but, she dumped him” “Oh that’s very sad” the trainee concluded. “Love is an emotion if failed, can cause the highest degree of insanity!” Moving on to the another room he saw another inmate banging his head on the wall every time he mourned  “Lulu, Lulu , Lulu , Lulu..” The trainee was astounded “Lulu surely must have been really beautiful that her separation indeed victimized so many” he commented “Such a pity” The doctor answered “No, you are wrong, he is the one who married Lulu!” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I have seen

Don’t think me as a guru or mentor. I am just your senior friend trying to help you out. I am sure this will save your life ! Myth #1: If you are an exam ranker you will be recruited first; then your fellows ! Your friends start acting weird just before exams. The corridors choke with jealousy. The silence within your group is not often of the exam pressure but the feeling that you might surpass them if they help you. You also don’t want others to benefit from the notes you yourself created. If you are all steaming around like this, stop now and help each other to pass the basic criteria which is mostly 60% and at the most 65% in big companies . You won’t be tested by your rank but your aptitude, your soft skills and how you sell yourself. Read books and surf for developing these skills. You will definitely thank me later for you will impact 1000 times more even with basic technical knowledge than that of the bookworm sitting in front of your bench. Myth # 2: Every en

I have come to a realization that I can only write blogs if I feel strong enough about it. And this is one such topic I shall brood. If you ever ask what is the biggest mistake of our life? It’s “pleasing others” . From long time in order that a person can fit himself into the society and gain acceptance he pleases others even if it goes against his will. Mother told Harshada that she should be pursuing medical studies so that she can make her proud in front of all the relatives, when her only interest she felt was in mass communications. But, as a matter of fact her habit of saying “Yes” to everything came into picture.  Only so that the relatives could be happy she drove himself against her passion and pursued medical side. What was to happen? She suffocated like her head was forced into a bucket of water.  She managed to make her happy at the cost of herself. But, she never knew one day she will writhe in pain just as a fish suffocating on a terrestrial land. She f

"Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation" - Jean Arp   Facebook , Android phones and PC games have clogged my brain. My knees hurt and I get pissed off by face to face conversations. My relationships are in a turmoil .My belly is no longer flat and has begun to show curves. My eyes? Oh! they are showing red nerves.  I don’t want to miss out a single notification .I get easily disappointed when that faceook notification is a game request. I just can’t wait to check my watsapp every minute. My wrists pain when I play motion games even while I cross the road and then curse the car driver who almost hit me for not being alert. It feels my surrounding is an illusion and I tend to live in more of virtual reality which is infact for me a reality.  Thumbs weren’t designed for fast movements

I am so happy you clicked on the link . You are awesome.Now continue. Step 1: Foul smell attack!! Scientists have discovered that a man can live without food for 3 weeks and without water for two days. But he can survive without bathing forever, until your nose hair burns off and your body scent incapacitates your brain. You will save nearly 30 hours of your month and your income will increase exponentially. Don’t forget to throw your shampoo bottle down the drainage. Step 2: Time for your daddy’s t-shirt and that fat aunty’s kurta. Everyone has one. Borrow them and tear them down to the least of pieces. Girls should dirty their kurta and probably soak their hair in mud. Boys! Make sure you don’t overdo the tearing else the pieces of rag may fall down and your income might rise suddenly. Phate kapde nikla bhikari. Step 3: Start singing but not like celine dion. You have to be a ‘ garibonka pankaj udhas ’ or ‘ garibonki phalguni pathak ’ . If you sing melodious

I am not writing this post for the sake of entertainment but, with some turbulence in my heart. All of this because I witnessed something really terrible. It was the first morning of Navratri. I happened to normally stand on  platform no.4 as a part of work routine. Daily routines really bore you because you find nothing new .You just keep on doing it mechanically day after day. I was in the same mood. But, mind it ! this time it was very different. My heart started pumping faster and mind became more alert. I had   mixed emotions and a bit of disappointment. All of time seemed so fast. A short girl in a normal tshirt and blue jeans happened to be my mood changer. She was on the same platform as me. Like me she was too waiting but, for the train before me.As the trains arrived one by one, it threw along a huge crowd of service going people. The platform went crowded again. As train arrived she realized that it was the wrong compartment, so she rushed towards her

Once there were three happy people traveling in Mumbai local train . They were happy as they were sitting comfortably not knowing that a person is going to change their mood soon. A  person  at mumbra with heavy luggage approaches  trying to make space with all of them and soon throws them into discomfort and fury. “Bhaiya ji jara shift honge?” I stared at him with angry features. ‘Why the hell does he not want to seat us comfortably?’ .  We were three on the bench. The middle one being a fat guy I was struggling to seat even on the corner seat. “Why can’t he just stand there?” I furiously exclaimed . I pushed the middle guy who was sleeping with his head drooping from side to side. He didn't awake. After a bit of struggle I managed to give him a piece of seat smaller than the width of my forearm. He rested his half butt as we three resisted moving out of our comfort zone. We thought he might soon give up from the forth seat as we opposed with team work. But , he was