tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37423111218301432942012-02-16T02:36:35.197-05:00“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.” NietzscheJyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-6952092166725076102011-11-23T11:57:00.004-05:002011-11-23T12:01:45.768-05:00

“Understanding the cultural differences and social complexities is the key component of success in a global economy. Conventional wisdom holds that one country or one organization has the capacity and expertise to manage future large-scale risks alone. However, in an increasingly global interdependent world, they have neither. As the world is "shrinking" - "interdependence" is increasing for

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I put on my stockings, take out the nice black skirt with matching blouse that I had recently bought from New York and Company…oh I love that store, price is reasonable too…well, will get to that later, get my kids ready for the day, have a small talk over the breakfast table, however all the while everybody is in a rush and it's all business we are talking , hurry up, lets go, shoes, socks,

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I woke up this morning with a sweet kiss on my cheek and with a whisper in my ear “Happy Mother’s Day, mommy!" I flung my arms open and my daughter came rushing to give me a big giant hug (as she likes to say). She gave me a beautiful card very diligently created by her and she also brought me a gift that she had made herself. In preparation for this day, she had been working very hard on making

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While we are going gung-ho drumming the beat about this new found Networking idea, I was wondering that Aristotle may have known nothing about networking when he gave us this famous quote of “Man is a social animal” about centuries ago. Man by nature cannot work in isolation, there has to be a reward for their hard work and attaining a prominence in their social stature is the biggest recognition

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-58558344621473107222009-01-08T22:40:00.006-05:002009-01-09T21:35:04.968-05:00

That famous rock we saw in the opening scene of Jurassic parkLuau Show Sky before sunrise @ 10,000 feet View from Marriot Resort SunsetThe famous fountain @ Road to Hana

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Some said, now the world powers will be able to understand the strategic role India as a country has to play on the world map. Some tried to likened the attack to 9/11 and some contemplated about the possible terrorist organization that led the massacre. Some watched in awe; some in amazement with extreme disbelief. There were onlookers outside the hotel Taj waiting to see our brave army and navy

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-73811407810888273052008-10-08T11:53:00.004-04:002008-10-08T12:51:55.307-04:00

Oops! I poured gas in the oil tank of my lawn mower. ………what did I do? The engine seized and it wouldn’t start. Called up for the technical help and the guy was asking me questions of which I had no clue about. I never tried to figure out the intricate details of these kinds of machines. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. I was looking for ways to shield myself. Then suddenly my attention caught up

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The biggest selling magazine and most popular sites that you might inadvertently stop by while surfing through the net, is regarding the fitness of the body. Shape up your body for summer, tone those flabs, loose 10 lbs in 5 weeks are the most popular headlines that we come across. Are we getting obsessive about our looks and features? Is it because of this burgeon fitness industry? Well, even if

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Whenever the question of feminism occurred, I thought to myself, ah, that’s an outdated concept. Society has come a long way since women did not have any powers to live the life she wanted for herself, it has come a long way since the time they did not have any freedom of choice and it has come a long way since today they are just not a “woman” anymore, but a person of strength and character and

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-23017483318126869882008-05-26T10:19:00.012-04:002009-01-06T22:34:59.626-05:00

It happened about 15 years ago.I was in Junior High School then............and the only girl in my family with three boys. My dad had bought a new motorcycle and I was extremely fascinated by it. But since according to my dad I was a still a child I wasn't allowed to take a ride alone on it. I guess he just used it as a garb for trying to tell me politely that he didn't have enough confidence in

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-31503762468992975032008-05-03T10:10:00.017-04:002008-05-08T00:56:16.920-04:00

Happiness is a state of mind and it sure is not dependent on money. Look at that child outside, he is so happy playing in the mud or the sprinkler or just swinging or sliding in the park. This is inherently who we are. Nobody needs a billion dollar to be happy. At the most basic level, if we are in touch with our real self and can allow ourselves to let loose sometimes and enjoy the nature

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-41839746396524590932008-04-29T19:06:00.003-04:002008-05-08T13:27:46.772-04:00

On a normal regular day, I would debate strongly against the idea that there is absolutely no connection between humanity and religion. Religion is a creation of humans based on their own thoughts and different belief patterns. Hinduism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Jainism, have all evolved as people started to differentiate and started to create boundaries based on their own unique identity

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-89433867877066758322008-02-21T17:36:00.004-05:002008-02-21T21:38:21.800-05:00

Let me start with a story that I had heard as a child from my mother. These stories have been picked up from one of those fantasy story books for kids written by an Indian author. There was this king. He had a very very smart and sharp minded minister working for him. Whenever the king would need a sound and impartial advise, he would call out for this particular minister coz his impeccable sense

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-73547896835838620702008-02-06T01:31:00.000-05:002008-02-06T10:55:41.026-05:00

“A young couple with a four-year-old girl brought home a new born baby boy. They soon learned though, that their little girl would have nothing to do with him while the parents were in the room. This was very disturbing because she wouldn't say why. They had no idea of her intentions, could she be jealous? but that wouldn't be claer unless they did as she desired. And she insisted it was the only

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Sometime back, I came across a statement which goes like “ living a fantasy is better than living an act………” What exactly does it mean? Are we supposed to live in the world of fairy tales or believe in the existence of Santa Clause? I was baffled for a moment thinking why are people so afraid of facing the reality? Why do they fancy themselves to live in a world which is outwardly, which only

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-52630049349180115722008-01-12T14:09:00.001-05:002008-02-25T16:30:48.105-05:00

“Give me a specific example of what you would like to call the biggest failure of your life and how you dealt with that?” sounds familiar? Well, this was the question I was asked at a recent job interview. I took a long pause. Its not that I wasn’t prepared for this question but the time it took me to answer that question sure must have exhibited my unpreparedness for the interview. The weird

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Ever wondered why just by looking at someone we’ve never seen before evokes a spontaneous feeling of like or dislike, respect or admiration, humor or contempt or just a vague feeling which cannot be explained? Well, it has nothing to do with beauty or the clothing line that they adorn. Although it’s true that “a thing of beauty is joy forever” the reaction can nevertheless be the same………Even the

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-44769210288830455352007-12-30T00:19:00.001-05:002008-05-08T15:21:58.085-04:00

Holiday season started and we wanted to go somewhere. Where? That was a big question. We had lots of places in mind but since it was the Christmas season we wanted to go to a place where we would get the real feel of it. New York City!! What other place can even come close to it when we think of Christmas, I thought! The snow, the cold weather and the decorations everywhere just makes it look so

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I found my diary while I was cleaning my cabinets after a busy festival season. That’s my Music Diary I exclaimed in excitement! I was maintaining this diary for an easy reference which contained from the most basic Sa Re Ga Ma to the advance ragas like Bahar, Malkauns all in one place. I was overwhelmed. My eyes moist while looking at it.Music, ah! Music, that used to be my life. I started

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-49776018009568826132007-12-04T02:05:00.000-05:002007-12-05T13:42:19.237-05:00

The other day I was talking to my neighbor when her beautiful little daughter came running to her. She was very upset, she wanted to play with other kids in the neighborhood who were a little older than her but they refused to let her in. She fought a little but soon gave up and came crying to her mom for comfort and some kind words. Instead, her mom told her its ok honey “Disappointments are the

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Last week my computer crashed and my life suddenly came to a standstill. Every morning the first thing that I do is go to weather.com to figure out what would be the appropriate clothing for the day depending on the forecast, especially in winters. Anything that I ever needed an answer for, Google came in handy and whoever writes on pen and paper any more? Now Microsoft office applications take

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-75092423925921762172007-11-15T13:09:00.001-05:002011-12-21T23:16:44.478-05:00

It was a near death experience. A couple of years ago we were returning from Los Angeles. I was on the driver’s seat driving my corolla with 5 people in the car including my 2 year old daughter. The sunlight is very strong during summers in California and many would agree with me that driving on a highway for long hours is quite exhausting especially when we are traveling with kids. My eyes were

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-86456779487023971472007-11-13T00:15:00.002-05:002008-05-20T11:43:36.001-04:00

"Opposites Attract"! Isn't that a much trite idiom??? I was wondering, we are so used to keep using something without giving enough thought to it.The other day I went to a party where everything was very smooth and quite interesting. There was a nice flow to it and too much predictability in everything we did. The topics we discussed, the things we shared showed evidently enough that this was a

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-63055514796099410762007-11-12T15:46:00.001-05:002010-12-08T10:09:20.582-05:00

Simple is beautiful. It cannot be fragmented into different parts as it is one composite whole without any layers to it. That is the beauty of nature, that is the beauty of music and that is the beauty of knowledge and power. They are so simple that it is hard to explain……..We cannot say which note of piano sounds better than the other, we cannot say, that droplet of water is better than this one

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-82558465486591017492007-11-12T15:41:00.003-05:002008-07-01T00:22:00.774-04:00

A situation is humorous not by just being what it is. It's the way we look at it, interpret it or see it in that perspective.................My mom visited me from India to the US and would very easily break into a conversation with an American in Hindi. The other day I had some technicians come over to my house to fix something, and as soon as she opened the door she told them " the lady of the

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-22721038759447417992007-11-12T15:28:00.001-05:002008-06-30T23:19:09.888-04:00

Everything in life depends on how we characterize something. The human desires are so powerful that should there be a delay in achieving or obtaining what we want or crave so earnestly for, we start looking for excuses to comfort ourselves falsely. We start thinking that there must be something out there having an external form, which is coming in our way. We do not think about the issue from an

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“Star voice of India” modeled after “American idol” is one of the good programs that star TV has started recently. It’s refreshing to see that they are able to think beyond the rigmarole of saas - bahu(in-laws) drama. We got star TV because my husband wanted to watch the world cup finals. However, that didn’t serve any purpose coz, while we were still contemplating to buy the subscription for the

Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01425642717406667676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742311121830143294.post-33596105810906492292007-11-12T11:45:00.000-05:002007-12-18T12:18:46.800-05:00

The world through the eyes of a child seems like the most interesting place to live. It was Saumya’s (my 4 year old ) birthday on Oct 18. I went to her school with a beautiful marble cake with whipped cream toppings and exclusive decorations of Princess Barbie on top of it. Apart from that, I bought some birthday paper hats and paper whistle and small little candies. As I walked through the door,

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