Saturday, March 21, 2009

A Night in Office



Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed from a maverick college life to strict professional life……

How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks
but then why it gives less happiness…

How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe
but then why there are less people to use them...

How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger
But then why there is less hunger…

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…

How a bike always in reserve changed to a car always full
but then why there are less places to go on...

How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day
but then why it feels like the shop is far away...

How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package
but then why there is no time to make calls...

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed...

How a general class journey changed to Flights
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment…

How an old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop
but then why there is less time to put it on...

How a small bunch of friends changed to office mates
But then why we always feel lonely and miss those college frnz...

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed... How it changed...

Regards,
Praneet Agarwal

The day when I left RVG (My CA Hostel)

Raah dekhi thi is din ki kabse,
Aage ke sapne saja rakhe the naajane kab se.
Bade utavle the yahaan se jaane ko ,
Zindagi ka agla padaav paane ko .

Par naa jane kyon …Dil mein aaj kuch aur aata hai,
Waqt ko rokne ka jee chahta hai.
Jin baton ko lekar rote the Aaj un par hansi aati hai ,
Na jaane kyon aaj un palon ki yaad bahut aati hai .
Kaha karte the …Badi mushkil se teen saal seh gaya,
Par aaj kyon lagta hai ki kuch peeche reh gaya.
Na bhoolne wali kuch yaadein reh gayi,
Yaadien jo ab jeene ka sahara ban gayi.

Meri taang ab kaun kheencha karega ,
Sirf mera sir khane kaun mera peecha karega.
Jahaan 2000 ka hisaab nahin wahaan 2 rupay ke liye kaun ladega,

Kaun raat bhar saath jag kar padega ,
KAUN MERI gaadi mujse pooche bina lejayega ,
Kaun mere naye naye naam banayega.
Mein ab bina matlab kis se ladoonga,
Bina topic ke kisse faalto baat karoonga ,

Kaun fail hone par dilasa dilayega,
Kaun galti se number aane par gaaliyaan sunayega .

Tapri mein Chai kis ke saath piyoonga ,
Wo haseen pal ab kis ke saath jiyoonga,

Aise dost kahaan milenge Jo khai mein bhi dhakka de aayein,
Par fir tumhein bachane khud bhi kood jayein.
Mere gaano se pareshaan kaun hoga ,
Kabhi muje kisi ladki se baat karte dekh hairaan kaun hoga ,

Kaun kahega saale tere joke pe hansi nahin aai ,
Kaun peeche se bula ke kahega..aage dekh bhai .
Movies mein kiske saath dekhhonga,
Kis ke saath boring lectures jheloonga ,
Bina dare sachi rai dene ki himmat kaun karega.

Achanak bin matlab ke kisi ko bhi dekh kar paglon ki tarah hansna,
Na jaane ye fir kab hoga .

Doston ke liye professor se kab lad payenge ,
Kya hum ye fir kar payenge,

Raat ko 2 baje poha khane station kaun jayega ,
Tez gaadi chalane ki shart kaun lagayega .


Kaun muje mere kabiliyat par bharosa dilayega,
Aur jyada hawa mein udne par zameen pe layege ,

Meri khushi mein sach mein khush kaun hoga ,
Mere gam mein muj se jyada dukhi kaun hoga…

KEH DO DOSTON YE DOBAARA KAB HOGA


Source
Management Paradise.

Monday, March 16, 2009

In her Own Words

Here she sits on the floor

Wanting to still write more

All she does every day

Is create poems in different ways

She loves to write each sign

Like its in her bloodline

Shifting the pencil from side to side

In some shes happy,in some she cried

When she writes you cant hear a squeak

Only because she cannot speak

Not able to speak for years

Has brought her many tears

Since she knows she cant be cured

She writes in her own words

Daring love

A poem from the deep of my soul which i penned down while i was on an outstation audit sitting in my hotel room...

The love that dares my lips to speak,
Is the love that turns my soul so bleak.
The love that commands my heart to beat,
Is the love that commands my soul to weep.
The love that's keeping me alive,
Is the love i simply cant survive...

Success in Business

A quote of the life time...

To be a success in business

Be Daring

Be First

Be Different

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Valentine Day



Hello Friends..

Wish you all a happy Valentine Day

Enjoy with your loved ones.


Love Praneet Agarwal

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Dream & Dare

Dare to Dream

Life is like...

Inspiration

How can you?

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Dawn of the dream

Dawn of the dream.....

Thoughts run deep

heart wants a big leap.


Expectations grow

dreams begin to glow.


Passion intensifies

love purifies


Life flowers

beauty powers.


Reality creeps .....


Diversions everywhere

roads lead nowhere


Imagination fades

disaster invades


Visions blow up.

energy drained up


Life deflowers

tragedy towers.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Granularity of life



- This too shall pass

- No matter what, life has to go on

- Trust your instincts

- It's okay to be cheesy, once in a while

- It's okay to love the devil, but get over it

- Nothing's broken: You can always mend anything

- Don't trust people: Not everyone atleast

- The world is just about food, alcohol, money, and sex (sigh)

- It's okay to pursue an obsession but not too long

- When the body, mind, and soul is in syc and they know the need, you can't stop!

- Be hard on yourself: Just once. Trust me, you can take it.

- Admire people who admire art and beauty

- Take it light: It's okay

- Trust God and move on

- They (or rather, we) are all humans, and this is just life.

About Me....

Praneet Agarwal








Hello Friends,

I am Agarwal ... Praneet Agarwal !!!

I just love this Bond styled intro. But frankly, except this there is no other resemblance between me and Mr. Bond.

Well! You are welcome to my small place on web.

I am a Chartered Accountant (C.A.) student from Mumbai. I hail from a beautiful and peaceful city Sheoganj in southern Rajasthan. I am indebted to Sheoganj for my childhood. After passing out my 12th I moved to Jaipur, the pink city for preparing for CA entrance (CPT), stayed there for approx. 5 months and as I cleared it, i rushed over to the city of dreams, Mumbai for further studies.


I have a very keen interest in this technology which we generally call "Internet". Although I am a commerce graduate and this CA is also a commerce related feild, yet I give the equal importance to my hobbies which include Internet. Being attracted towards engineering & technology kinda feild from my childhood and having Science as my subject in Board schooling also, this gradually became my passion too.


I’ve been an accidental technologist for over 5-6 years. Apart from Internet, my hobbies include Dancing, a thing I am made for. I have given many stage shows too. I have a large music collection, mostly of which suits my dancing hobby. I sometimes listen to soft music also, but only in some specific genres.


Ok guys, i will not take much of your time. At the left side you can see my own created blogs, which may be useful for your different type of uses.


Thanks a lot friends for giving some of your valuable time.



If you want to contact me, mail me at agarwalpraneet@gmail.com



Regards:

Praneet Agarwal

email: agarwalpraneet@gmail.com

blog: praneetagarwal.blogspot.com

Saturday, February 7, 2009

College Days


Yeh degree bhi lelo ye naukari bhi lelo..

Bhale Chheen lo mujhse America ka Visa...

magar mujhko lauta do college ka canteen..

vo chaay ka pani vo bread pakora.....

vo class mein late aane ka nya bhana..

aur baad mein madam se attendance lagwana...

vo kadi dhoop mein apne ghar se nikalnaa....

vo project ki Khatir shahar bhar bhataknaa......

vo lecture mein doston ki proxy lagaanaa..

vo sir ko chidhanaa ,vo aeroplane udaanaa...

vo submission ki raton ko jagnaa jagaanaa.....

vo exam ki kahani vo practical ka kissaa....

bimaari ka detention ke time bahanaa..

vo doosron ke assignments ko apnaa banaanaa...

vo seminar ke din paironka chhatpatanaa....

vo lab mein din raat pasinaa bahanaa.....

vo exam ke din ka bechain maahaul...

par vo God ka Aashirwad - Teachar ka Bharosaa...

college ki wo lambisi raatein......

vo doston se canteen me pyaari si baatein...

vo gathering ke din ka ladnaa Jhagadnaa...

vo ladkiyon ka yuhin hamesha akadnaa....

bhulaaye nahin bhool sakta hai koi..

vo college, vo kissaee, vo shararatein vo javani......


Miss You my Dear Friends.........



With Love..........♥ Praneet Agarwal ♥

The Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned a round to find a wrinkled,little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm 87 years old. Can I give you a hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young,innocent age?" I asked.
She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next 3 months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.

She loved to dress up and she revealed in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet.

I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by 5 cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only 4 secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success.

You have to laugh and find humor every day.
You've got to have a dream.

When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are 19 years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn 20 years old. If I am 87 years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn 88.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over 2.000 college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.


These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

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This wonderful story is passed to me by Mr. Gopal Bihani.

Thanks A Lot Sir..

Dont Forget to check more links on the left side of the page..

Best Regards......... Praneet Agarwal

I am...

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Happy makar Sankranti

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Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still.


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