tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72388490043104660742011-12-25T17:36:23.286-08:00Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-33906971181283425772011-12-20T20:47:00.000-08:002011-12-20T20:47:13.282-08:00My New year started the day&nbsp;I was born , and will end the day I will be gone .<br />Girija A<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-3390697118128342577?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-68922753304486418102011-04-04T11:02:00.000-07:002011-04-04T11:02:30.024-07:00Guard the boundaries , attack the enemy you will be killed ||<br />Guard the boundaries , attack the enemy you will be thrilled;<br /><br />Win the battle and you will maimed or RIP in the ditches&nbsp; ||<br />Win the battle and you will be showered with riches ;<br /><br />You will achieve fame and Name on the India Gate ||<br />You will achieve fame nd Name on many many endorsements Mate;<br /><br />yahan millegi 'Thofon ki sawari'&nbsp; ||<br />yahan millegi 'Ferrai ki Sawari'<br /><br />You will not even get the old modelled Ambassador&nbsp; ||<br />You will become the nations brand Ambassador;<br /><br />Ask any child who is&nbsp; the captain of the Indian Defence force , he will say <br />'Kaun hi, kaun hi '&nbsp; || <br />Ask any child who is the captain of the Indian Cricket Force , he will say <br />'Dhoni Dhoni' .<br /><br />Who wants to join the Indian Army&nbsp; !!! rude but true .......<br /><br />p.s : I&nbsp; love the sport , I luv the team ... but what I don't like is the <br />'Zameen Aasman ka farakh'&nbsp; in felicitating the Defence Heroes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-6892275330448641810?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-21348917967003236082011-01-30T08:08:00.000-08:002011-03-11T20:21:12.663-08:00<p$1><span class="messageBody">A "Smile" that comes straight from the "Heart" is the most "Expensive" and yet "Freely" available cosmetic that makes every person look attractive</span><br /></p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span class="messageBody">Girija A</span><br /></p$1></p$1></p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span class="messageBody">---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span class="messageBody"><span class="messageBody">Driving Notations :<br />"L = Learning" Caution !<br />"LL = Lady Learning"&nbsp; Double Caution !! 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Every other user on Social Networking site wants to know who is stalking them :).<br />Though their are tons of pages on facbook that claim to give you this information , let me tell you , the makers of Facebook are not in favor of this feature &amp; hence not supoorted.<br /><br />4.Do you ever take the permission of your friends / family before you make their snaps public? Don't you think we should ?<br /><br />5.Are you amongst those who would never publicize your personal (meaning family) snaps but haven’t given the same thought when you publicized your best buddy’s snaps?<br /><br />6.Are you amongst those who are horribly addicted to Farmville or Mafia wars etc? You should consider paying a visit to the shrink or at least make an earnest attempt to diversify your potential to some useful task.<br /><br />7.Have you befriended all your (unknown/unseen) Farmville neighbours and added them to your friend list? Don’t be shocked if someday you come to know Osama Bin Laden is there in your friend list.<br /><br />8.Are you amongst those who have got so hooked to Facebook or Orkut or XYZ that you have forgotten that one –to- one communication can be carried privately through other mediums like email or your cell phones? Still if you are interested in using facebook for the same “There is an option for sending Messages which are absolutely private.”<br /><br />9.Public show of emotion has reached great heights where couples who stay under the same roof use social networking mediums for lovey-dovey conversations.<br /><br />10.Then there are those who open a facebook account of their new born baby even before they open a bank account for their child (Not at all kidding).<br /><br />11.Are you amongst those who see snaps of your friend of friends in your feeds and end up going through the whole album? (Human nature, can’t blame anyone).<br /><br />12.Did you know all that applications that you use on facebook and publish the result on your wall are giving away a lot of your personal characteristic / nature or current state of your mind to umpteen people out there?<br /><br />13.Did you know your status updates and the comments of your friends on them could reveal a lot of information about your personal day to day life? Would you want it to be that way?<br />Remember that there is no default categorization of friends and all (best, intermediate, not so close, remote) friends are under the same roof.<br />It’s very easy to know who is pregnant, who is getting married etc etc.<br /><br />14.Your Walls , don't keep them open for the public . Build gates ("Posts By Me" settings) around them and only let in people you know (just like in real life).<br /><br />15.Trust me, adding an option like receiving RSS feeds is very quick but removing it, is a long painful process.<br /><br />16. Are you amongst those, who have a crush ;) on that person in your friend list &amp; you end up on his/her wall everytime you see a news feed of that person on your wall.<br /><br />17.Twitter : Don’t follow every other person on Twitter who gives a minute-to-minute update of what he/she is doing . Follow those who are using it as a medium for sharing information.<br />Btw, Did you know , you can lock your tweets?<br /><br />I think, I have written quite a lot of negative points (not that it has ended, I am just living the rest as your homework ;-) ).<br />However, trust me; if you use social networking wisely you can use it to your advantage.<br /><br />Personally, I feel it should be used as a medium for “Marketing / Advertising”.<br />Use it to market / advertise your<br />• Passions (implying Hobby(s) and NOT HUBBY(s))<br />• Skill sets and Talents.<br />• Product / Company.<br /><br />It’s an innovative and new way of sharing knowledge with like minded peoples.<br />Use it for sharing awareness on Socio-economic causes.<br /><br />Use it to stay in touch with your friends .Schoolmates , collegmates ,ex-colleagues all under one roof is simply a great thing , but , wisely , use the medium of interaction.<br /><br />The only thing I would like to say is “Think twice before you upload that personal snap or put a status update about your day-to-day life. How PUBLIC do you want your PRIVATE life to be?”.<br /><br />Lastly, if you think I have SPOKEN SENSE, please do spread the message behind this post using all possible medium of SOCIAL NETWORKING ;-).<br />Or read what the Experts have to say @ <a href="http://bit.ly/8Z9syU">http://bit.ly/8Z9syU</a><br /><br />p.s: For Software Developers : Microsoft has its SDK for Facebook (<a href="http://msdn.microsoft.com/en-us/windows/ee388574.aspx">http://msdn.microsoft.com/en-us/windows/ee388574.aspx</a>), so build your applications (Zoos and Farms and Mafias) ,make money &amp; let those who are incapable of getting the right message across remain hooked to FaceBook ;-)<br /><br />Btw , comments and feedbacks are welcomed :).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-5654320946737112142?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-1456350686523203782010-03-11T10:57:00.000-08:002010-03-11T11:13:48.119-08:00CUT CUT CUT .... This one is "The Lizzie Ma Ghar Ki" Movie<br />Coming soon ;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-145635068652320378?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-17437996026007550742010-03-11T10:20:00.000-08:002010-03-12T06:25:00.087-08:00<em><em>A great scientist once expressed His thoughts on Love as:</em></em><br /><br /><em>"No, this trick won't work...How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?"<br /></em><br /><em>I can never challenge this Great Scientist in his field of expertise , but I definitely defer on this thought of His.</em><br /><em><em>And I wish I could explain it personally to Him :) .</em></em><br /><em><em></em></em><br /><em><em>Love is physics, cause the law of attraction is in action;<br />Love is chemistry, cause it involves reactions;<br />Love is biology, cause two hearts are into action;<br />It's also, Geography,cause it can go beyond frontiers of any location,<br />And its History, cause "Love" has been there since Generations ;<br />But , It can also be a Mystery , of hidden Emotions.</em></em><br /><br /><em>This great Man is none other than Albert Einstein :)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-1743799602600755074?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-61759800383216093032010-03-01T08:55:00.000-08:002010-03-10T20:27:08.804-08:00<em>Ok, Listen, neither have I joined the Municipality nor have I got into Rag picking. But at the same time, let me also tell you that, I have outmost respect to those people “The Garbage Cleaners” who are responsible for cleaning and dumping the municipal waste. It’s not an EASY job.<br />But, at least they are sure that what they are dumping is garbage.<br /><br />The Garbage that I am referring to is the “Digital Garbage” that has got piled up on my system. All thanks to the internet (and the good broadband speeds), that helps me download every other article or rather stuff that looks interesting and most of which gets stacked up for “Later Reads”.<br />The only thing is like all other guys this “Later guy” keeps telling later and later, till finally I lose all interest in Him :-). At the same time, I don’t feel like dumping Him :-( .Who knows someday, my interest in Him could be rekindled ;-).<br /><br />I’m sure every other person who is reading this would agree that they are digitized but not completely sanitized from this digital mess. It also doesn’t mean that we don’t organize our data. We all do organize our important data; it’s just that, like in our Life, priorities change with time, similarly some data that was important till yesterday seems to take a backseat today. In simple words, what I mean is that, these are the data that needs to move into the Backup disk and thereby make space for our current critical data. (ok ,ok ... I know we all know that , it's just a reminder)<br /><br />And, just like in real life, never trust the “Later Guy” :-).</em><br /><em>Let’s not pile up our disk with those “Later Reads”. I am not sure, how faithfully I am going to follow this piece of advice that was suggested by my very own brain,but, I will definitely give it a try. Or may be, I would set a time period within which I should go through those not so important data or simply dump it after the elapsed time.<br /><br /></em><em><strong>No storage disk made till date can compete against the capability of the “Human Memory”.<br /></strong>3 cheers to the Human Brain “Hip hip hurray” “Hip hip hurray” “Hip hip hurray” :-)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-6175980038321609303?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-14526802213503082672010-02-14T01:27:00.000-08:002010-03-03T03:31:58.756-08:00<em>At any given time,the only space a creature owns, is that space in the universe, where it is at that moment of time.<br />Then why is this whole commotion of who belongs where ? </em><br /><em>Girija</em><br /><em>**********************************************</em><br /><em>Intensity propels your Curiosity and brings you closer to it's vicinity.</em><br /><em>Girija</em><br /><em>**********************************************</em><br /><em>Anything in excess can spoil a well defined recipie. Be it in Food or in Life.</em><br /><em>Girija </em><br /><em>**********************************************</em><br /><em>One is never alone till the soul leaves the body. Your thoughts accompany You everywhere You go.</em><br />Girija<br /><em>**********************************************</em><br /><em>Moms go to school twice in their lifetime, the 2nd time is when their kids are attending school :) .Not sure about Dads.<br /></em>Girija<br />**********************************************<br /><em>Attraction that causes Distraction is Infatuation .</em><br /><em>Girija </em><br />**********************************************<br /><em>I don't fear Death , but I don't want to be there when it happens.</em><br /><em>Woody Allen</em><br /><em>**********************************************</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-1452680221350308267?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-69267682116249962802009-11-19T21:29:00.000-08:002009-11-19T21:48:34.919-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/SwYtmrOxrUI/AAAAAAAAADs/E3R_f06_owQ/s1600/sun.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406058545167838530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/SwYtmrOxrUI/AAAAAAAAADs/E3R_f06_owQ/s200/sun.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>The Sun is a huge Yellow Pot, which is very hot;<br />As I walked out into the Day, I felt Hot hot hot;<br />And so I gave the Sun, an angry shot and continued to walk to finish my day’s plot;<br />“My dear child”, called out the huge Yellow Hot pot,<br />I wasn’t as hot as you thought;<br />In all the comfort that you sought,<br />In all the war’s that you fought;<br />You have maimed me &amp; made me rot;<br />You forgot all the lesson’s that my friend “Nature” has taught;<br />And now, you blame me for all the discomfort, that you yourself have bought;<br />Wake up my Child, it’s never too late to follow the lessons that my friend “Nature” has taught.</em><br /><em>Girija A</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-6926768211624996280?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-33913574873262972962009-10-17T11:52:00.000-07:002009-10-17T23:11:18.141-07:00Even when we fought,<br />In our silence, togetherness still we sought;<br />With you, I love those fights<br />For I know, they would end up with your love bites :-);<br />Said the Shore to the Ocean, I would wait for you to come back &amp; hug me tight,<br />For the Ocean and the Shore , It's Love at every Sight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-3391357487326297296?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-12776755043417527532009-09-28T10:28:00.000-07:002009-10-12T08:41:01.903-07:00No womb shall be barren,<br />For the soul that is love laden;<br />The unseen umbilical Cord,is blessed to those, by the Lord<br />For He knows, only those shall give Life, by adopting a Child.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-1277675504341752753?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-1078321044951038852009-09-24T09:15:00.000-07:002009-09-24T09:22:15.423-07:00<em>Every nerve in my Vein<br />that reaches my Brain ;<br />Is where your thoughts have created it's Terrain.<br />No wonder it drives me insane<br />Again and Again .<br />But still I love the accompanying Pain ,<br />As there is nothing to lose , just your ever living loving memoirs to Gain.<br />The ones that accompany me , even as I walk the lonely Lane.<br />Girija<br /></em>****************************************************<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-107832104495103885?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-31738995030184662832009-09-21T04:49:00.000-07:002009-09-24T09:15:36.685-07:00<em>In Life , many a times, we end up doing difficult things very easily &amp; find it very difficult accomplish easy things .<br />Girija Acharya. </em><br /><em>****************************************************</em><br /><em>God gaves us real eyes to realise real lies .</em><br /><em>Unknown ...</em><br /><em>****************************************************</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-3173899503018466283?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-33133966109143747092009-08-29T11:59:00.000-07:002009-08-29T20:32:09.779-07:00When I was born, my Parents came up with a very unique and beautiful name by which I would be known ever after. I was named “Girija”. I guess, they never thought how exceptionally unique it would be at the global level :-).<br /><br />Literally translated, 'Girija' means Mountain Born. 'Girija’ is a name of one form of the feminine aspect of God as understood by the Hindu religion, namely the goddess Parvati, the wife of Lord Siva. She is also referred to (in Sanskrit) as 'parvatha raja tanaya', meaning the daughter of the King of the Mountains, as she was born to King Himalaya. (Btw , I'm the daughter of King Vishnu and Queen Vijaya (my parents :-) )<br />Also, in Hindi, the national language of my country India “Girija Ghar” means “A Church”.<br /><br />Now coming back to the actual topic, the hazardous letters in my name happens to be “<strong>J</strong>”. Or rather it’s the combination or <strong>G, R &amp; J</strong> .<br />I can understand if a non-Indian finds it difficult to pronounce my name, but most of my fellow countrymen also end up pronouncing it incorrectly :-( .<br />It’s so simple “<strong>GI - RI - JA</strong>”<br />So here I am quoting all possible ways that people pronounce (rather manipulate) my name “GIRIJA” and at times even give up the effort of pronouncing it.<br /><br /><strong>Girja</strong> : This happens to be people’s favourite. None of the letters in my name are silent ,still everyone ends up eating "A" .<br />(In Hindi language <strong>Girja</strong> means “<strong>Fall down</strong>”:-( )<br /><br />One of my school teachers used to almost hizzzz while calling me: “<strong>Girzza</strong>” .She ate up the “I” and then messed up “<strong>J</strong>” with “<strong>ZZ</strong>”. And trust me; I despised her every time she called my name.<br /><br />My two cute little nieces have their own style of calling me .The elder one used to call me “<strong>Girisha</strong>” when she was 2-3 years old. The younger one who is 2.5 years old calls me “<strong>Gija</strong>”<br />:-) .(And I luv their style.)<br /><br />However, one of colleagues also calls me “<strong>Gija</strong>”. Actually, he says "Girija" so fast that it sounds like “<strong>Gija</strong>”.<br /><br />Malaysian and Singaporean Colleagues from my ex-company Soundbuzz used to call me “<strong>Geeeja</strong>”.<br />May be that’s the Asia pacific style of pronouncing my name :).<br /><br />Here’s one incident, when I was in London at the clients office. On the eve of Christmas, our client had organized “Secret Santa”. Secret Santa is basically a fun game wherein you pick up a cheet with someone’s name &amp; get a gift for that person. There was this babe from the client side who was giving away the gifts. (Though it was Secret Santa, I knew which gift belonged to me, and who had got it for me). She picked up the gift that belonged to me, made an attempt to read out my name, made a weird face (as if that was the toughest tongue twister that she had ever encountered) and kept it back. She gave away some more of the gifts, then again picked up the one that belonged to me and tried again to read out my name, and again kept it back. Finally, there were just 3-4 gifts left. She again picked up my gift , called one of her colleague’s and asked him to read it out .He almost put up a point blank expression on his face , as if that was the most toughest word that he had ever encountered in his whole life . For no reason, I was feeling embarrassed and frustrated. However, just to make their task easier, I walked up to them &amp; told “That’s me.”<br /><br />There’s this very recent incident wherein one of our European clientele spelt my name as “<strong>Ginija</strong>”.And, I wonder if she has been referring to me as “<strong>Gini pig</strong>” :-( (guinea pig).<br /><br />However, Now I have become resilient to the way people call me :-).Thankfully, my colleagues have cut short my name to “<strong>Giri</strong>” and made it easier for them.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-3313396610914374709?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-50245561020725975032009-08-23T08:30:00.001-07:002009-09-24T09:31:00.420-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/Sruesc_CdJI/AAAAAAAAADM/ahzd4pIF9lM/s1600-h/Virgin_Galactic_Richard_Branson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385072265983587474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/Sruesc_CdJI/AAAAAAAAADM/ahzd4pIF9lM/s320/Virgin_Galactic_Richard_Branson.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I love myself ,<br />I love the hands that work,<br />I love the brains that think ,<br />I love the hearts that love ..<br />Sir. Richard Branson<br />(Beutiful words by the great man ... I love you Sir :-))</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-5024556102072597503?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-76204718089342979562009-08-23T07:27:00.000-07:002009-08-23T07:44:31.804-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/SpFTyM3qQlI/AAAAAAAAACk/aHXoj7bxd7Q/s1600-h/T045724A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373167952342958674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/SpFTyM3qQlI/AAAAAAAAACk/aHXoj7bxd7Q/s320/T045724A.jpg" border="0" /></a>After seeing the picture of the frog over here, thoughts that might have shot across your minds could be something like, say,<br /><br />Is this the frog that Girija is going to kiss &amp; who is going to turn into her charming beloved?<br /><br />Has she been to some wild life expedition wherein she has explored the lifestyle of species of frogs, which she intends to write about?<br /><br />Now before you start getting more inquisitive, let me tell you, the diving posture of the frog exactly resembles my first dive. (to be more precise that’s how my coach plunged me into the pool)<br /><br />My swimming mania started when I was in the 3rd Grade &amp; I got myself enrolled for that year’s summer camp. On the very 1st day of the camp as I stood by the poolside I could feel my excitement being pulled down by the volcanic goose bumps that were making their presence felt within me. I thought I could see and hear the diving board (which stood some 12-15th feet tall) and the deeper side of the pool making fun of me and challenging me … “wanna try me …. Baby come closer... See I how I’m gonna throw you high and my friend below is going to gulp u downL”.<br /><br />I decided, come what may I’m going to learn to swim “<strong>BUT only in SHALLOW water</strong>” where my legs touched the floor.<br /><br />By the 11th day of the camp, I had become the “<strong>Princess of Shallow water</strong>”, with all credits to the expert guidance of my coach. However, the time had come &amp; I guess our coach had very smartly<br />Chalked out the “<strong>Killer Plan</strong>”. “The Killer Plan” was to kill the phobia of altitude and depth from within our innocent minds.<br />Everyday a few would fall prey to the “Killer Plan” and come out “Victorious” :-) . I thought, I was smart enough to dodge the preying eyes of my coach.<br /><br />But, alas, the day came when my Coach just dragged the skinny me to the midst of the pool and told me to find my way back to safety. I tried my best to cling on to Him, but he just disappeared into the water … I thought,may be my legs would hit the floor but the only thing that hit me was water …water … water …everywhere ….here and there .Then the only thing that I remember is vibrantly rowing the water with both my hands and legs till I finally reached the edge of the pool. And when I finally stabilized myself and opened my eyes, I saw my coach right beside me smiling and showing me the V-sign.<br />I realized he had successfully killed the depth phobia from within me. That day I learnt, “To swim one doesn’t have to measure the depth of the water.”<br /><br />However, the altitude phobia was still residing within me. I told my coach,”I just wan’t to swim, I don’t want to dive and all.”<br />“It’s your wish, but at least come up over to the diving board and see your friends take the dive.” Was all that my coach said .<br />That was so kind of him ,I thought. I climbed up to the diving board and saw my friends bravely plunge into the pool one after the other. When everyone had finished taking their dives, I turned to climb down ,&amp; I heard my coach say “Your turn child”. I was dumbstruck. To one end was the diving board and on the other end was my coach standing like my opponent on a boxing ring, all ready to attack me …. I was howling at the top of my voice, pleading to be spared . And then all I could remember is being thrown into the air &amp; just like the frog in the picture …my legs were dangling in the air , my hands were wide apart (trying to catch hold of the winds I guess) and “SPLASH” I go down deep into pool and like a spring action I just swam up (but this time I had gulped up enough water) to safety ….. “Thereby killing my fear of altitudes.. :-) ”<br /><br />And, yes from the next day onwards I swam less and dived more J …<br />All thanks to my coach “Mr.Anand Patil” .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-7620471808934297956?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-8780699614748877982009-08-19T10:34:00.000-07:002009-08-19T10:50:22.707-07:00to be blogged .....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-878069961474887798?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-74464472814021920732009-08-02T08:19:00.001-07:002009-08-29T20:36:04.335-07:00<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>I would love U Forever, </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>May be our paths might meet Never; </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>U would hold a special place in my heart,be U Wherever; </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>U made d poetess in me Uncover; </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>Thats what happens, When U are bit by the Bug 'Lover';</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>to be continued ...... :-)</em></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Girija : Wrote those lines while reading "P.S I Love You.". </span><br /><br /></span></em></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-7446447281402192073?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-30810474829890027742008-11-30T00:00:00.000-08:002008-11-30T01:13:19.523-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/STJLqw_XE3I/AAAAAAAAABY/zGbyZXIIqow/s1600-h/301120081753.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274361311681516402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/STJLqw_XE3I/AAAAAAAAABY/zGbyZXIIqow/s320/301120081753.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>There is Only one Religion , that is Humanity .</div><div>Live by it &amp; Stick by it ...</div><div>May Peace prevail in this world.</div><br />is<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-3081047482989002774?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-25932184396349370652008-04-27T11:19:00.000-07:002008-11-12T19:52:25.234-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/SBTEk5i55ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Rp6bLRyZKXA/s1600-h/270420081534-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193992408466580882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/SBTEk5i55ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Rp6bLRyZKXA/s320/270420081534-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sketched after watching TZP....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-2593218439634937065?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-5172655706446026012008-04-20T10:45:00.000-07:002008-11-12T19:52:25.363-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/SAuB-REAZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Pian1YZJeZY/s1600-h/200420081497-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191385902206707538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/SAuB-REAZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Pian1YZJeZY/s320/200420081497-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-517265570644602601?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-59730538682148252452008-04-13T10:54:00.000-07:002010-04-23T04:58:02.712-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/SAJJg7z3USI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VhFSqkVw4qs/s1600-h/130420081491.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188790550844100898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/SAJJg7z3USI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VhFSqkVw4qs/s320/130420081491.jpg" /></a><br /><div>A sketch drawn from an Iranian movie ,Turtles can fly.</div><div>Its the distressed look of a mother (a 13 year old child ,who fell prey to evil eyes) to protect her innocent baby , in the kurdish refugee camp (iraq -turkish border) during US invasion .</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-5973053868214825245?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-73660675043596618082008-02-03T00:33:00.000-08:002008-11-12T19:52:25.563-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/R6V8_cprDbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q64uLpau0uY/s1600-h/wadapav-effect.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162669977314725298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J7dWJIe3OHg/R6V8_cprDbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q64uLpau0uY/s320/wadapav-effect.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Now that's what is called a "Burger Effect" or the Indian "Wada Pav Effect ." ;-) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-7366067504359661808?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-90767804709706354412008-01-20T08:57:00.001-08:002009-12-09T22:56:12.792-08:00Once upon a time , there lived a young lad , Hrehaan , with his parents in a small town in the outskirts of Mumbai .<br /><br />Hrehaan was a happy-go-lucky boy, whose favourite pastime was playing around with dogs , cats , butterflies . His love for animals , birds , creatures was evident from the flawless, innocent million dollar smile that ran across his face when he watched the birds fly or a caterpillar nibble at a leaf or when he used to feed the street dogs &amp; cats from his tiffin.<br />Once while returning from school, he found a small puppy sitting in a bush &amp; weeping. The poor pup seemed to be separated from its mother &amp; was in a paranoid state. Little Hrehaan ,couldn’t just let the puppy lie there in that state &amp; so he carried the puppy home .<br />Though his father was initially reluctant to let the puppy into the house , his Dad had to bow down in front of his son’s innocence.<br />Hrehaan’s happiness knew no bounds in the company of his new found friend , whom he named “Tiger”.<br />As days passed by , Tiger became part of Hrehaan’s family . Though Tiger grew up as a pet of the family it had all its freedom to move around in the locality .<br /><br />Hrehaan got admission for his Engineering studies in one of the colleges in Mumbai &amp; so it was time for him to shift base to a hostel. The initial few days of Hostel life was quiet tough for Hrehaan , bout’s of Homesickness &amp; loneliness had casted a spell of melancholy around him , and so was the state of Tiger as well . Gradually , with time he started focusing on his academics &amp; would just look forward to weekends , so that he could rush back home to be with his family &amp; his best buddy “Tiger”. Tiger too would wait eagerly at the door steps for Hrehaan.<br />One could witness unconditional companionship between the two ,in the way, Hrehaan would feed Tiger with his own hands ; Tiger would lick him passionately ;both of them would be in their own world ,unaware of the world around them.<br />Hrehaan had just returned back to hostel after the study leaves &amp; was preparing for his final semester exam’s .He was very excited about the new phase of his life that was about to begin , having got recruited in one of the top MNC &amp; also with the thought of being back with his family.<br />Back Home ,one fine morning Tiger was found dead in the backyard . Everyone in the family were mourning over Tiger’s death ,as they too had grown extremely fond of him . However ,the news was not conveyed to Hrehaan as that would have shattered their son. No one bothered to investigate what could had been the reason for Tiger’s death .<br />However ,the tyranny of faith had already played its game . Hrehaan had fallen sick with high fewer , shivering &amp; howling in pain . He was immediately taken to the Hospital. He had started behaving weirdly , only to be diagnosed as being inflicted with rabies .<br /><br />How painful it would have been for the parents to see their son succumb in front of their eyes in such a dreadful way .<br /><br />The heart-broken parent’s of Hrehaan , didn’t knew whether it was rabies that had taken their son’s life or whether it was their son’s Unconditional ,Innocent love for a helpless animal that had taken up his life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-9076780470970635441?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-26769077344306658792008-01-20T08:57:00.000-08:002008-01-20T08:58:31.807-08:00What a disaster a single letter missed out of a sentence can do … ufff L ….<br /><br /><a name="OLE_LINK1">Firstly, I apologize for the delay in sending the Documents.</a><br /> Throw out the “I”<br />Firstly, apologize for the delay in sending the Documents. <br /><br />Imagine the state of the person who makes this blunder in a mail sent across to someone important J .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-2676907734430665879?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238849004310466074.post-45078731032164756792008-01-20T08:48:00.000-08:002008-01-20T08:56:30.750-08:00This is my first attempt at publishing (or as we call it now Blogging) over the net,<br />A place where I can let go free my thoughts, my imaginations &amp; my passions.<br />As it is rightly said , It’s never too late … J<br /><br />There is a bit of every character present within us , a good person , a bad person , a writer , a actor , a doctor , a teacher ,an engineer .. the list goes on .But it’s up to us to analyse &amp; realise ,at least one trait in our life that we are most passionate about &amp; kindle it into our existence such that it becomes one of our basic needs for survival.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238849004310466074-4507873103216475679?l=girija-theavant-garde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girija Acharyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04152479128418946409noreply@blogger.com0