<?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-8231345</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:25:59.284+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Living on the Edge</title><subtitle type='html'>I am yet to discover my ownself.May be you can help.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231345.post-6681405393779477132</id><published>2009-12-02T11:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:03:05.572+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWFu-iZvNjY/SxX70hWC05I/AAAAAAAABLg/86mzWH9FeTk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410507407078118290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" 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href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWFu-iZvNjY/SxX70hWC05I/AAAAAAAABLg/86mzWH9FeTk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231345.post-7903120260082682420</id><published>2009-07-24T08:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:04:44.559+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wish i could sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wish I could close my eyes without seeing her in my dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could see myself in the mirror without seeing her face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could spend a minute without the hope of meeting her again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could die meeting her in her arms again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-7903120260082682420?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/7903120260082682420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=7903120260082682420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/7903120260082682420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/7903120260082682420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-i-could-sleep.html' title='I wish i could sleep'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-4170900564633507704</id><published>2009-01-12T14:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:01:02.645+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Distance Making me mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't let the distance between us &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Keep our love apart Just listen close and you will hear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The beating of my heart&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel about you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not having you here with me is tearing me up inside,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but I can't stop thinking about you no matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;Remebering the days when the softness of your skin against mine, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;your hair gently brushing my cheek. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can feel you breathing as if you were a part of my own body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking at you as you dream.&lt;br /&gt;I just want this to be simple,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just want myself to be there with you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to look into your eyes,be held in your arms...&lt;br /&gt;Right now this distance between us is out of our control,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but I'm still hoping one day soon,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll get what I'm wishing for.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud to shout out my love for you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I promise I will remain here waiting faithfullyand true for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!I Miss u alot!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-4170900564633507704?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/4170900564633507704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=4170900564633507704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/4170900564633507704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/4170900564633507704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2009/01/distance-making-me-mad.html' title='Distance Making me mad'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-4654338807012024597</id><published>2008-09-12T08:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:44:11.914+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWFu-iZvNjY/SMneg9Wm3FI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2AGWXkGMyno/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWFu-iZvNjY/SMneg9Wm3FI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2AGWXkGMyno/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/4654338807012024597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWFu-iZvNjY/SMneg9Wm3FI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2AGWXkGMyno/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231345.post-4299126292675777704</id><published>2008-07-26T00:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:26:11.447+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hi from New York</title><content type='html'>It's almost going to be a week when I landed here in NY.Time runs faster then one can imagine ....Tall buildings busy streets is what you can see in this beautiful city all day long..The first impression of this city was very cold to me specially when I compare it with London...&lt;br /&gt;London didn't had that many tall buildings but surely had a royal look attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;I am staying in Secaucus New Jersey which is very near from NY......Hotel is pretty nice but again you won't find much to see around from there...Has a theatre and some eating joints right across the street but general stores are yet to be seen.....&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get used to this busy yet lonely life in this city...I feel people are much more lonely here then in India.One reason may be they don't like to mingle that much...&lt;br /&gt;I find it pretty unusual the way words like &lt;a href="mailto:F$@%"&gt;F$@%&lt;/a&gt;  Bi#$% etc are used in office during normal conversation or in meeting rooms......&lt;br /&gt;Well all in all I am finding it interesting to know a new culture and way of life..&lt;br /&gt;Will write some thing interesting in my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-4299126292675777704?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/4299126292675777704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=4299126292675777704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/4299126292675777704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/4299126292675777704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-from-new-york.html' title='Hi from New York'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-4600271217423368619</id><published>2008-07-15T15:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:45:22.791+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How much we need?</title><content type='html'>After seeing todays Fall..I think its time to relax and leave market behind for a while..On the same lines here is a small and interesting story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boat docked in a tiny Goan village. A tourist from Mumbai complimented the Goan fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.&lt;br /&gt;'Not very long,' answered the fisherman.But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?' asked the Mumbaite.The Goan fisherman explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family. The Mumbaite asked, 'But what do you do with the rest of your time?''I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, play guitar, sing a few songs... I have a full life.'The Mumbaite interrupted, 'I have an MBA from IIM-A, and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.''And after that?' asked the Goan.'With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Panjim, or even Mumbai. From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.''How long would that take?' asked the Goan.'Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,' replied the Mumbaite.And after that?''Afterwards? Well my Friend, That's when it gets really interesting,' chuckled the MBA valla, 'When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!' 'Millions? Really? And after that?' asked the Goan.'After that you'll be able to retire, relax and do whatever you fancy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!      'You really are an idiot, aren't you?    isn't that exactly what I am doing now?????????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-4600271217423368619?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/4600271217423368619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=4600271217423368619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/4600271217423368619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/4600271217423368619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-much-we-need.html' title='How much we need?'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-1529193997800087623</id><published>2008-07-14T18:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:53:16.768+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Will this control Inflation</title><content type='html'>man eats two eggs each morning for breakfast.  When he goes to the Kirana store he pays Rs. 12 a dozen.  Since a dozen eggs won't last a week he normally buys two dozens at a time. One day while buying eggs he notices that the price has risen to Rs. 16. The next time he buys groceries, eggs are Rs. 22 a dozen.  When asked to explain the price of eggs the store owner says, "The price has gone up and I have to raise my price accordingly". This store buys 100 dozen eggs a day.  He checked around for a better price and all the distributors have raised their prices. The distributors have begun to buy from the huge egg farms.  The small egg farms have been driven out of business.  The huge egg farms sell 100,000 dozen eggs a day to distributors.  With no competition, they can set the price as they see fit. The distributors then have to raise their prices to the grocery stores. And on and on and on.  As the man kept buying eggs the price kept going up. He saw the big egg trucks delivering 100 dozen eggs each day. Nothing changed there.   He checked out the huge egg farms and found they were selling 100,000 dozen eggs to the distributors daily. Nothing had changed but the price of eggs.  Then week before Diwali the price of eggs shot up to Rs. 40 a  dozen. Again  he asked the grocery owner why and was told, "Cakes and baking for the holiday".  The huge egg farmers know there will be a lot of baking going on and more eggs will be used. Hence, the price of eggs goes up. Expect the same thing at Christmas and other times when family cooking, baking, etc. happen.  This pattern continues until the price of eggs is Rs. 60 a dozen. The man says, " There must be something we can do about the price of eggs".  He starts talking to all the people in his town and they decide to stop buying  eggs. This didn't work because everyone needed eggs.  Finally, the man suggested only buying what you need.  He ate 2 eggs a day. On the way home from work he would stop at the grocery and buy two eggs. Everyone in town started buying 2 or 3 eggs a day.  The grocery store owner began complaining that he had too many eggs in his cooler.  He told the distributor that he didn't need any eggs. Maybe wouldn't need any all week.  The distributor had eggs piling up at his warehouse.  He told the huge egg farms that he didn't have any room for eggs would not need any for at least two weeks.  At the egg farm, the chickens just kept on laying eggs.   To relieve the pressure, the huge egg farm told the distributor that they could buy the eggs at a lower price.  The distributor said, " I don't have the room for  the %$&amp;amp;^*&amp;amp;% eggs even if they were free".   The distributor told the grocery store owner that he would lower the price of the eggs if the store would start buyingagain.  The grocery store owner said, "I don't have room for more eggs. The customers  are only buying 2 or 3 eggs at a time.  Now if you were to drop the price of eggs back down to the original price, the customerswould start buying by the dozen again".  The distributors sent that proposal to the huge egg farmers but the egg farmers liked the price they were getting for their eggs but, those chickens just kept on laying.  Finally, the egg farmers lowered theprice of their eggs.  But only a few paisa.  The customers still bought 2 or 3 eggs at a time. They said, "when the price of  eggs gets down to where it was before, we will start buying by the dozen."  Slowly the price of eggs started dropping.  The distributors had to slash their prices to make room for the eggs coming from the egg farmers.   The egg farmers cut their prices because the distributors wouldn't buy at a higher price than they were selling eggs for. Anyway, they had full warehouses and wouldn't need eggs for quite a while.  And those chickens kept on laying.  Eventually, the egg farmers cut their prices because they were throwing away eggs they couldn't sell.  The distributors started buying again because the eggs were priced to where the  stores could afford to sell them at the lower price.  And the customers starting buying by the dozen again.  Now, transpose this analogy to the gasoline industry.  What if everyone only bought Rs 200.00 worth of Petrol each time they pulled to the pump?  The dealer's tanks would stay semi full all the time.  The dealers wouldn't have room for the gas coming from the huge tanks.  The tank farms wouldn't  have room for the petrol coming from the refining plants. And the refining plants wouldn't have room for the oil being off loaded from the huge tankers  coming from the oil fiends.  Just Rs 200.00 each time you buy gas. Don't fill up the tank of your car. You may have to stop for gas twice a week, but the price should come down.  Think about it.   Also, don't buy anything else at the fuel station; don't give them any more of your hard earned money than what you spend on gas, until the prices come down..."&lt;br /&gt; ...just think of this concept for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-1529193997800087623?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/1529193997800087623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=1529193997800087623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/1529193997800087623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/1529193997800087623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2008/07/will-this-control-inflation.html' title='Will this control Inflation'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-9166285742257619209</id><published>2008-06-16T15:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:29:40.041+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny Doctor</title><content type='html'>This is a short story written by Dr Kishore Shah....he is a gynaecologist inPune and a very gifted writer....enjoy this extremely funny story .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is an ENT Surgeon while I am a Gynaecologist.  This can lead to somecomplications, as I  recently learned to my anguish. A General Practitionercalled me up  and told me that she is sending a patient of hers for anabortion.  Unknown to me, she had also referred a female with earwax forremoval  of the wax to my wife.I duly informed the receptionist to send the patient right in as she  wasexpected (and expecting!) As Murphy lays down the laws of our  hospital, itwas but natural that the patient who wanted the wax  removed from her ear,landed up with me. This is the conversation  that I had with the patient."Please come in. Be seated." I said with a big smile. I always have a  bigsmile, when I am going to earn some money. The patient gave a  feeble smileand sat hesitantly on the edge of the chair. "Relax.""Doctor, will this hurt a lot?""Not at all."The patient relaxed visibly. "You know something, Doctor, we tried removingit at home, but failed."I was shocked. "Thank God. Trying this at home can cause seriouscomplications.""I first tried to remove it by jumping up and down, but it just  wouldn'tbudge."I smiled and said, "If it were that easy, who would need doctors?"She gave a cute smile and said, "Yeah! My neighbour tried to remove  it withhis finger, but the hole is so small that he used a hair  pin.""Oh my God!""Yes! My mother even tried a matchstick."My blood pressure was shooting skywards. I just sputtered without  utteringa word."Tell me, doctor, how do I avoid getting this dirt inside me?"I knew that it was an unwanted pregnancy, but calling it dirt was too much.I replied a bit angrily, "There are tablets which can prevent thishappening. Or you could use protection at night."Now it was the patient's turn to be confused, "You mean to say that ithappens only at night?"I saw her point. "No! No! I meant anytime of the day, whenever you are inthe mood, you should use protection."She was even more confused, "It depends on my moods?"Again I saw her point. "My mistake. You need not be in any sort of mood. Itjust happens.""My neighbour advised me to go to one of those chaps who sit by theroadside.""You mean that pin man?""Yeah!"This neighbour of hers seemed to be a very dangerous man. Besides  usingpins, he was sending her to such quacks. The only safety he  knew was amongthe pins. "You were wise not to heed his advice.""But I tried his other advice. He told me to put warm oil inside and  wait.However, that also did not work."This was getting more and more bizarre. Her neighbour deserved to be lockedup either in a padded cell or a barred one."But have you taken your husband's permission?"Now the patient looked confused.. "Do I have to take my husband's permission?Because if you need his sign, he is working in Dubai. We  were not able tomeet for the last one year."It was my turn to be shocked. I gave a sly smirk. It was one of  'those'cases. The pin-wielding neighbour seemed to me the usual  suspect. Ireassured her. "No! No! The husband's sign is not at all needed.""However, I did inform him on phone."Her husband seemed to me a very broad-minded fellow. I didn't know  whetherto congratulate her or to commiserate with her. So I hastily  turned toother aspects. "Its good that you came a bit early.""Actually I wanted to come early in the morning, but I had some other work.""Oh! I did not mean early today. I meant that if you had delayed thisremoval, it would have started moving. Then it would have developed aheartbeat."The patient was staring at me wide eyed as if watching a horror  movie.Looking at her face, I decided that she was not fit to listen  to thegrotesque details. I decided to relieve her a bit. I said,  "You will bleeda bit, but only for a few days."By now, the poor patient was trembling, "how-H-How much bleeding?""Oh, only slightly more than your menstrual period, and it will  continueonly for a week or so."By now the patient was clutching her hair in her fingers and staring at mewide-eyed. I asked her soothingly, "Why don't you lie down on theexamination table? Remove your clothes and relax."This was the final straw. She didn't even wish me goodbye. I saw just a blurof motion leaving my consulting room at top speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-9166285742257619209?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/9166285742257619209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=9166285742257619209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/9166285742257619209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/9166285742257619209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-doctor.html' title='Funny Doctor'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-8799885385161343177</id><published>2008-05-30T16:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:43:56.142+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost My Way</title><content type='html'>Not sure where I am moving where my career is moving towards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bound to wonder where,&lt;br /&gt;All your glitter's going,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so far from knowing,&lt;br /&gt;And none of my instincts showing.&lt;br /&gt;Can't get, no, Can't get it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming from outside in,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where I've been&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to return to out there,&lt;br /&gt;I think I've lost my way,&lt;br /&gt;But that's just not news today,&lt;br /&gt;Because the story's old,&lt;br /&gt;The black and white,&lt;br /&gt;Have gone to grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you where right 'cuz,&lt;br /&gt;I've finally lost my way...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've finally my way...yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-8799885385161343177?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/8799885385161343177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=8799885385161343177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/8799885385161343177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/8799885385161343177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost-my-way.html' title='Lost My Way'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-392794143146917995</id><published>2008-03-19T15:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:41:24.121+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GOAL</title><content type='html'>Life without a Goal....&lt;br /&gt;In the absence of clearly-defined goals, we become strangely loyal to performing daily trivia until ultimately we become enslaved by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I am heading towards.....&lt;br /&gt;Where Life is taking me towards....&lt;br /&gt;Will I have to start all over ? I am not weak&lt;br /&gt;I am not stupid&lt;br /&gt;Then why is it making me feel like as if I am&lt;br /&gt;Then why u always want to test me&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever be over&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have a peace in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;Till you meet your final test and failing it miserably&lt;br /&gt;Yes and its death no one can defeat it...&lt;br /&gt;Not you not me or nor can anyone else....&lt;br /&gt;Lets accept it gracefully.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-392794143146917995?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/392794143146917995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=392794143146917995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/392794143146917995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/392794143146917995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2008/03/goal.html' title='GOAL'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-6633684997578594109</id><published>2008-03-19T15:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:24:52.227+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/32369.html"&gt;The path to our destination is not always a straight one. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn't matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/32369.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=32369"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/32369.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barbara Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-6633684997578594109?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/6633684997578594109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=6633684997578594109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mayank brough this beauty for me from US 2 weeks back.....In those days I was quite dull ,was more concerned abt other things rather then this beauty...He called me up Saturday morning to inform that he is at home and I can collect my iphone from his house.When I met him he was surprised to find that I am not excited about my new phone but reasons were obvious those days.......I decided to give it a shot on my own for cracking and unlocking it rather then going to a professional who is going to charge Rs 1300 from me to unlock it so that it can work here in India.&lt;br /&gt;When I shared this idea with Mayank he was horrified and shocked abt my idea and started convincing me not to do this stupidy and rather spend 1300 bucks but it was not abt money it was fun and excitment which I was looking at....After 30 mins of conversation it was decided if it worked fine then he will keep it for a week and if it doesn't I have to bear all the cost...I accepted his offer and went zooming on my bike at my place to try my hands on it...I downloaded a software called Ziphone ver 2.1c latest at that time and after reading the instructions I started the process of unlocking it.....&lt;br /&gt;As soon I pressesd the button to start the processing for next 4 mins my heart was in my mouth...I was breathing heavy with my eyes open but still praying that it goes well other wise I am going to be under the burden of 17000 rs........And after this 4 mins of excitment It restarted and showed  Airtel with signals...I was so happy I can't explain those feelings in words here but it made me so proud on my stupidity :)).....&lt;br /&gt;The first call I made from that phone was to Mayank to tell him I have done all things wrongs and its not working anymore what to do now...He asked me to come and meet him in the market there without even saying a work with a face as if I am just going to cry I handed over the phone to him...He was surprised and speechless when he swithched it on...He wanted to yell at me but had to take eat his work and with a smile had to say its mine now for a week...Since I was getting late for the temple I gave him the phone and promised him to meet in the night again..................&lt;br /&gt;I will keep updating the blog with various things I keep doing with this beauty......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-4641244182395377055?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/4641244182395377055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=4641244182395377055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/4641244182395377055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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year one of my friends will be my valentine to enjoy the evening and give me the company.Last year it was Nina she came from Germany specially on this day so that I am not alone.Before that it was Aruna.But this year I had this strange feeling that I will be alone and the day will be boring and will go as any other normal day.But COLT has planned a special gift for me on this day.I started my day in a very regular and monotonus fashion by getting up early in the morning leaving for office by 7:20 and reaching office by 9:00 AM.Half of the day was passed without much excitment but suddenly I get a call from my manager stating my director is calling me in his room.It was 4:45 PM at that time.I enter Suneel room and find HR associate director Sandeep kumar and suneel in his cabin.They asked me directly whendo u want to get relieved.I replied back by saying how soon can you relieve me.I never expected such a reply they said don't come to office from tomm onwards it was the most humiliating moment in my life and on top of it when I came out of room I was surprised to find that my email ID login id everything is disabled and it was preplanned..I will always cherish this Valentines Gift from COLT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-8734140618162571027?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/8734140618162571027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=8734140618162571027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/8734140618162571027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/8734140618162571027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-gift-on-valentines-day-2008.html' title='A beautiful gift on Valentines day (2008)'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-206060262350821502</id><published>2008-01-13T13:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:05:47.259+05:30</updated><title type='text'>India Infoline worst brokerage house</title><content type='html'>I have been with Indiainfoline for a long time now almost 2-3 years but to be honest this company sucks big time.On the name of brokers they have people who don't even know how to operate computers.They have people with no knowledge about there own operations they are just like call operators who are there just to recieve your orders and just place them and you will be lucky if they place it correctly..&lt;br /&gt;Recently I bought one future of Infy put a sell order and stoploss but when I saw its showing weakness I recoverd it immediately despite me telling to remove stopless it was not removed and as a consequenss I am short of one infy future today...&lt;br /&gt;On top of it the worst part it no one is ready to accept there mistake and there calls are not recorded.so client has no proof of what he/she is saying..Now I am short of 27 thousand in my account either I am suppose to give them 27k or allow mumbai people to cover that short either in profits or loss at there own will and time they want to for whole.WHich is worst kind of service I can think of...&lt;br /&gt;And another point which I missed to point its not only infy its there discretion what they want to sell and buy in my account to recover that debit.So I am merely a spectator whole day seeing my stocks going in loss in such a volatile market,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me and save me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-206060262350821502?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/206060262350821502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=206060262350821502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/206060262350821502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/206060262350821502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2008/01/india-infoline-worst-brokerage-house.html' title='India Infoline worst brokerage house'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-7434384716226613595</id><published>2007-09-13T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:57:29.668+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MS gets Wierd</title><content type='html'>Weird #1&lt;br /&gt; An Indian discovered that nobody can create a FOLDERanywhere on the windows computer which can be named as "CON". This is something pretty cool...and unbelievable... At Microsoft the whole Team, couldn't answer why this happened! TRY IT NOW ,IT WILL NOT CREATE " CON " FOLDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For those of you using Windows, do the following: 1.) Open an empty notepad file 2.) Type "Bush hid the facts" (without the quotes) 3.) Save it as whatever you want. 4.) Close it, and re-open it. is it just a really weird bug? :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something pretty cool and neat...and unbelievable... At Microsoft the whole Team, including Bill Gates, couldn't answer why this happened! It was discovered by a Brazilian. Try it out yourself... Open Microsoft Word and type =rand (200, 99) a nd then press ENTER then see the magic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-7434384716226613595?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/7434384716226613595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=7434384716226613595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/7434384716226613595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/7434384716226613595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2007/09/ms-gets-wierd.html' title='MS gets Wierd'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-115823460731930094</id><published>2006-09-14T17:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:20:07.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In love with Black Sabbath</title><content type='html'>Visiting my blog after almost 2 months..The time was a real learning experience for me...Job tussels,politics,Power issues it has showed me everything from all the highs to all the lows...While I was sitting idle whole day doing nothing just listening to music on my new W810i.&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me to listen to Black Sabbath to get a different taste of Rock and heavy metal.I started listening to Black Sabbath which I heard is the father of rock during 1960-70...I found one of its song dictating my state today.I have modified it little bit so here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Finished with my job cause it couldnt help me with my mindPeople think Im insane because I am browning all the timeAll day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfyThink Ill lose my mind if I dont find something to pacifyCan you help me thought you were my friendWhoah yeahI need someone to show me the things in life that I cant findI cant see the things that make true happiness, I must be blindMake a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cryHappiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unrealAnd so as you hear these words telling you now of my stateI tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but its too late" "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-115823460731930094?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115823460731930094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=115823460731930094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/115823460731930094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/115823460731930094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-love-with-black-sabbath.html' title='In love with Black Sabbath'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-115184363114900266</id><published>2006-07-02T18:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:03:51.163+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Hyderabad Part - 2</title><content type='html'>Trip to Hyderabad Part - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all my apologies for delay in posting the part 2 of my story..Its almost more then a month, since I came back from Hydearabd….Its very likely I might miss few interesting things coz of my weak memory.&lt;br /&gt;Very same weekend Malik also joined us in Hyderabad..Aab malik bhai humare neta aaye hue hon aur BC na ho aisa hona mushkil hai….But yes this time he was very busy in giving all his gayan to few people there…After waiting for whole day I decided to go to D place and meet him there itself…It was fun after some rounds of BC we decided all decided to go out for dinner…Finally at 9:30 we reached OUR Place as usual a beautiful ambience but due to rush .We didn’t get the best seat that Shruti and Neha was trying for but some how we found a place very near to group of people who was singing some Gazals…We started with our favorite Masala pappad…I ordered for some Votka and some other people for beer…Another round of BC started but after having a good food while coming out Nipun took a cigar and in the curiosity to see it when I was trying to take it from his hand half of the portion was left in his hand and rest in mine…&lt;br /&gt;Nipun reaction was amazing Shruti was also standing beside us it was worth watching that. We couldn’t stop laughing but we have to control ourself as it might make Nipun more irritated…while coming back it was decided that malik will be staying at Jaya place and I will be staying at Pandey place…&lt;br /&gt;When we reached pandey place he rang the bell as I was not aware his cousin is also there..After knocking the door for 5 min pandey decided to knock the window of the room which was just beside the main entrance door…His brother shouted “Aa rahe hain” but he again went back to sleep I can’t forget that instance finally we went inside and after that me and pandey keep discussing on several things for couple of hours after which I don’t remember…&lt;br /&gt;Next day was Sunday and when we reached D place to meet rest of the people we decided to go to RunWay  9. Another good place to hangout on the outskirts of Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;Shipra also came at D place to meet me…Some how we spend that complete week fighting we each other on small small issues may be I was getting irritated very easily…&lt;br /&gt;She joined us for runway 9 and so as our senior Rajat…&lt;br /&gt;While going to runway 9 I was not sure of the route and as per the instructions given by the Jaya we have taken some wrong turn but after traveling for nearly 20 mins we realized we are out of the way but we joined the rest of the group in short time….As soon as we eneterd there all were ready for a round of  F1 race (as per our standards)…Our first round was more of a practice session real fun was about to begin …After spending some time on Pool etc we decided to have another round of F1 racing and this time our shetty pale  made me atleast felt dizzy I was taking a very sharp U turn and he came from the back with full speed and overtake me I was sure he is going to bang on the sidelines but suddenly he pressed the brakes and his car took 360 degrees turn in front of my car I some how manage to escape from a clash otherwise I would have been lying on the track…&lt;br /&gt;I know its very difficult to put the same thrill as I had when it was actually happening with us…Also in another incident I was trying to over take one of the person but he was not allowing me to do that. So I decided to finally bang my car into his turn when he was taking the turn I deliberately banged my car into his J&lt;br /&gt;After having fun at runway 9 we decided to have our dinner at some Dhaba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-115184363114900266?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115184363114900266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=115184363114900266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/115184363114900266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/115184363114900266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/trip-to-hyderabad-part-2.html' title='Trip to Hyderabad Part - 2'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-114777309413552202</id><published>2006-05-16T15:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:21:34.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Hyd Part -1</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;After having a monotonous routine of 1 year I finally made a trip to Hyd.I very much needed this change as I feel its the only part of my life which is constant I am so used to see changes around me that if something sticks for a long time I feel something is not correct.&lt;br /&gt;On 17th April I reached airport 1 hr before the time to avoid any mishappenings that keep happening with me all my dear and near frnds know what I am talking abt.As usual i flight got delayed for an hour and I was wondering what to do next there was no seat to sit on the airport and I wanted to go to Toilet(When I am idle I drink lot of water) as it was getting difficult for me to control can't leave my luggage alone I saw a french girl sitting in one corner I approached her and requested her to take care of my luggage and she did...When I came back I didn't find her BF sitting there as soon as I started moving in search of a place to sit she asked me where will u go with this much of luggage the airport is full I said even I don't know I am searching for a place to sit on which she laughed and said u can sit here my BF(by taking his name somewhat weired I don't remember) will not come for another 20-30 mins u can sit here I was happy and we started chatting it was a good time pass for me.&lt;br /&gt;Socha chalo shurat to aachi hui hai flight bhi aachi hi hogi but what should I say ek buddha mere pass beth gaya and he was so rude he didn't allow me to go to toilet till the time pilot switched off the seat belt lights finally I gave up and asked the airhostess to change my seat she said sir Plane is almost full please adjust....Once we reached near hyd plane lights were switched off and wow what an awesome scene below it was lights all over the place and I could see the cars moving though they were looking like ants but the scene was amazing....We keep moving around hyd for 20 mins as there was no parking space and weather was getting bad...Finally we landed and as soon as I stepped down inder devta ne mera swagat kiya...Jayaram mere bhagwan ne unhe mere swagat ke liye bheja tha.......&lt;br /&gt;I caught an auto for Uppal office and it started raining more heavily.I checked into my hotel room and to my surprise I never expected Genpact to spend that much on infrastructure it was not less then a 3 start hotel and the room that I got was only for VP's and above.Due to the shortage of rooms they had given me that room but what ever may be the reason I was about to spend my next 25 days there.It was already 10:30 PM cafeteria was closed and I started hunting for food my card didn't working in Uppal office and it was sunday taken help of some guard to reach the cafeteria of office and had some stubs so all set as far as the food is concerned but now I wanted to smoke and due to heavy rain all the khokas were closed I was wondering from where I can get a smoke I went out of the office and after 10 mins of walk I was able to find a pub outside which there was a shop just like we have outside Masala.&lt;br /&gt;2 days passed in my daily routine of attending the training from 10 - 2 and then going to office till 7 and then back to room by 9:30..Wednesday I called Jayaram and asked him to meet on lunch next day while comming back to the hotel and then the a quick change some thing doesn't happen with me how can this be possible I forgot my cell in cab and I realized this only after having my dinner and reaching back to my room that my cell is not present in my room neither in my pocket I asked some one to call on my cell number it was ringing and that was the last ring that I heard on that cell and It was gone....I was running from Post to pillar first to find out what was the cab number and then who was the driver in that at that particular time so that I can ask him abt the cell.I was 5:30 in the morning when I got to know the cab number and driver name but by that driver shift was already over and only hope was when he will come back at 7:00 PM next day.I talked to few people but I was aware its gone and I will get it back....to add to my frustation my home number got changed few days back only and I didn't remeber it by heart the only number I know at that time was of my brother and vasudha delhi number thats all....In the evening I made a plan to meet shruti,shipra and pandey at shruti place luckily Jayaram also came there and he was cursing me but I made him whole afternoon for lunch finally we went out for a dinner and then the real trip to hyd begin...I was in no mood to go back to uppal so I decided to stay with sam,jayaram and nipun as soon as I entered there house i was surpirsed to see the ABC tripathi there but as always he is a good entertainer when ever I satyed at there home till the time he was there I never slept before 5 in the morning as we both used to sleep in the hall..&lt;br /&gt;One day Nipun brought some stuff from IIIT and I thought of trying it nipun was preparing the stuff and tripathiji was narrating all the stories around stuff it was a good fun for me I tried it but nothing happened on that day,I didn't felt anything.We started meeting for lunch dinner almost everyday and our BC topic horizons kept on increasing from Politics, Batchmates, Old memories, novels, stocks etc.....One night jayaram tooth was paining alot and as a daily routine we stated our sabha at around 11:30 -12 and the topic was why companies are heading towards south only why not north...Since jayaram was in pain he didn't speak much but it was a nice heated discussion b/w Nipun and Tripathi for its details and about rest of my trip ..will continue it in my second part till then alvida....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-114777309413552202?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114777309413552202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=114777309413552202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/114777309413552202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/114777309413552202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-to-hyd-part-1_16.html' title='Trip to Hyd Part -1'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-112324304623111412</id><published>2005-08-05T17:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-05T17:34:14.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be G$$#S</title><content type='html'>Not able to understand what this stupid heading is...Shhh this is what we recived when we seperated from GE.Yesterday was the height of mismanagement it was visible how strong our processes are...They really care about us..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was in mood of going home little early around 7:00 but since it was raining heavily I didn't take the trouble of going from my phase 5 to Phase 22 and then wait for cab there so I rostered myself for 8:00 PM drop.&lt;br /&gt;I went down with my friend Vibhor for Sutta break around 8:00 and to my surprise no cab was standing there So I though its there daily business they send 8:00 PM drop at 8:30.Me and vibhor were standing and enjoying our sutta suddenly a car zip passed us and we just escaped that bitch was driving like crazy she was aware that people are standing and water is there on the road but still.I got frustoo on this and wanted to say some thing to her but then thought not to take panga outside office.&lt;br /&gt;My wait for Cab was still on and to my surprise it was 8:20 and still no cab.Then came our hero Mr. SP Singh transport incharge he said no rostering today and cab will be allocated manually.Pepople were runnig after him "I want to go to Faridabad" Send us first.&lt;br /&gt;He was distributing the cabs as an when they were comming I was not interested in running after him as there was already about 40-50 pepople were running after him.&lt;br /&gt;My friend came down for 9:00 PM drop and was surprised to see me still standing there.I though its better to have dinner but curtousy to our Logistic we had the board at the entrance&lt;br /&gt;"Due heavy rainfall food will be delayed for 15-20" wtf it was already 35 mins late...&lt;br /&gt;I was not in the mood to have anything from Comsum me and my friend vibhor made a plan to visit Rahul for the night and have some gala time there as his home was near by in GGN.&lt;br /&gt;Rahul was taking his dinner at that time after discussing with him we left for his home on vibhor bike . 3 people me and rahul both over weight :).Bike handle was shaking like anything.&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving the last thing u want is water on road with lots of khaddas and our bike was about to struck in one of those but it was a narrow escape...&lt;br /&gt;We went to bar shop and it was out of stock "sone per suhaga" I was thinking what the hell is happening today.&lt;br /&gt;But at last we reached his flat and then they both went some where else to get some Votka.&lt;br /&gt;Aabhi kismat ke karishme katham nahi hue but thats in my next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-112324304623111412?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/112324304623111412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=112324304623111412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/112324304623111412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/112324304623111412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2005/08/proud-to-be-gs.html' title='Proud to be G$$#S'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-112228631239395658</id><published>2005-07-25T15:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-05T17:32:54.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Steps to Personal Mastery</title><content type='html'>Attended a one day work shop on Steps to Personal Mastery on firday...... :)&lt;br /&gt;As usual started my day by getting up late and then trying hard to catch the 10:10 shuttle but to my surprise cab was there standing at 10:00....Wow !! what a start&lt;br /&gt;Reached 22B at 11:40 training was suppose to start at 12:00.Some how I managed to find the Antarctic Chill !! and trust me it was real chill inside too...&lt;br /&gt;Rajesh welcomed me in room as he was setting the things at that time..He asked me "have you recived any mail"&lt;br /&gt;I said yes and start looking for my name...Found my seat exactly between two girls .....and slowly room begun to fill..There were only 4 boys out of 21 in the whole room including trainer... We all started introducing our partners and I was little scared as I was only one with less then a year exprience with GECIS as an consultant.Most of them were 2-3 years of exp with Gecis and some with 4 years.I was wonders what the hell they are doing here...&lt;br /&gt;And as expected I found nothing new in that training apart from those general concepts of GE again and again.Four steps Ownership, Energizing people, Proving Credibility,Taking Initiatives.&lt;br /&gt;Jayaram was very true when he told me "Common sense is not that common among people thats why this big names are given to such programs" and trust I was aware of all these things earlier as well.But one thing I realized the importance of experience it was not the instructor it was not the course material on top of everything it was the experience of the people that was making that training good.People sharing were there real time exp and problems and how they handled it.&lt;br /&gt;Then came an interesting round ...at that time only we learned that we should acknowledge people and they showed us the Munnai bhai clip too so can u guess what we were suppose to do...&lt;br /&gt;Yes we were suppose to acknoledge some one in the room.The rules were simple u will throw a ball to the person u want to acknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;One girl who was having the exp of over 4 years acknowledged me abt my optimism and wished me good luck in my career I can bet If I would have been from the commerce background I would have asked her to join her team :).&lt;br /&gt;There was another girl who also wanted to acknowledge me and the moment she started saying abt me instructor stopped him and asked her to acknowledge some one else in the room khadus ... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-112228631239395658?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/112228631239395658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=112228631239395658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/112228631239395658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/112228631239395658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2005/07/steps-to-personal-mastery.html' title='Steps to Personal Mastery'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-112195460306352861</id><published>2005-07-21T19:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-21T19:33:23.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Only consntant in life "Change"</title><content type='html'>When I was young people always used to tell me that change is the only constant in life.I didn't realized it at that time but after my 15 months of experience in industry I really realized what it really means.In last 24 hrs itself life has changed 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;Change has become the biggest word in my life in last 3 months.When I came back to my home town after 4 years I was happy but the same person is desperate to move out as soon as possible.Its not that I don't like my home town its more career.&lt;br /&gt;Career has become everything for him.His sentiments are no longer same.&lt;br /&gt;Preparing others for the change that he is trying to bring to there lifestyle another hardwork of 3-4 years might take him where he wants to be....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-112195460306352861?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/112195460306352861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=112195460306352861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/112195460306352861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/112195460306352861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2005/07/only-consntant-in-life-change.html' title='Only consntant in life &quot;Change&quot;'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-109465003417462063</id><published>2004-09-08T18:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-09T14:20:34.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GE is selling its India BPO</title><content type='html'>Today After reading the Economics times all my dreams shattered...&lt;br /&gt;GE is planning to sell its BPO office of Inidia currently knows as GECIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our GESS (GE software services) comes under GECIS now my next destination&lt;br /&gt;is Chennai definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagta hai bhagwan ne mere liye kuch aur hi socch ker rakha hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way its good also now parents will not force me to try for GE and come back to Delhi&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to travel through those roads ever in my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some memories are sweet when we don't touch them......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo then I am in office and have lot of work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8231345-109465003417462063?l=akhilgoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/feeds/109465003417462063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8231345&amp;postID=109465003417462063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/109465003417462063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8231345/posts/default/109465003417462063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhilgoel.blogspot.com/2004/09/ge-is-selling-its-india-bpo.html' title='GE is selling its India BPO'/><author><name>Akhil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227884225465606196</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-8231345.post-109456162839525978</id><published>2004-09-07T18:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-07T18:23:48.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My first Visit</title><content type='html'>Hi every one&lt;br /&gt;                          Today after 4 years I did some thing which reminds me of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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