http://rishin.blogdrive.com/ In the Eye of IMI Thu, 19 Jan 2006 16:20:21 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2006. http://rishin.blogdrive.com/archive/34.html Thu, 19 Jan 2006 10:47:47 GMT I have a new blog now, so I will not be updating this blog any more. For those of you who love my site and come here often I offer you a newer, brighter and better looking site. You can see the new blog at: http://spaces.msn.com/members/rishin181180 Among other features the blog contains a smahing collection of Photos. Hope you visit the same and have a nice time. Bloggers who have my site linked from theirs are requested to kindly change the link from rishin.blogdrive.com to the one above. Cheerio, Rishin http://rishin.blogdrive.com/archive/33.html Mon, 16 Jan 2006 16:24:49 GMT When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No I won't be afraid Oh I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me So darlin' darlin' stand by me Oh stand by me Oh stand, stand by me, stand by me If the sky that we look upon Should tumble and fall Or the mountain should crumble to the sea I won't cry, I won't cry No I won't shed a tear Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darlin' darlin' stand by me Oh stand by me Whoa stand now, stand by me, stand by me Darlin' darlin' stand by me Oh stand by me Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by... (more) http://rishin.blogdrive.com/archive/32.html Thu, 05 Jan 2006 05:52:13 GMT After quite a long hiatus I am back with the second part of the series called 'Ganguly Principles'. You can contact me with your comments on rishin.chatterjee@gmail.com. I dont mind hate mails so you can go ahead and speak your mind. Ganguly Principles Contd: Principle 4 The leader's communication with his subordinates has often been a debated issue. Should the style of communication be formal or should it be informal? The principle hereby states that the communication style has to be determined by the leader keeping the profile of the person to whom he or she has to communicate with in... (more) http://rishin.blogdrive.com/archive/31.html Sun, 13 Nov 2005 08:23:23 GMT Peter Ferdinand Drucker (Nov 19, 1909 - Nov 11, 2005) "To the person who shaped the world of management through his greatness; Bless him for we shall not come across a man like him again." http://rishin.blogdrive.com/archive/30.html Fri, 11 Nov 2005 18:56:00 GMT There is no cure to this lunacy, it seems like the touch of god. It seems to creep into you slowly and surely. As time passes by one becomes more and more unaware of people being present around them. They seem to act out what goes on in their mind. Somehow that seems to ease the pain, the pain of being. The pain just washes over you and you cant seem to see reality beyond the immediate present. Sometimes that too becomes hazy. He is unaware of time, unaware of where he is, unaware of day and night. Ambition has died a gruesome death in him, and so has love and peace. Love and peace are the... (more) http://rishin.blogdrive.com/archive/29.html Sun, 23 Oct 2005 08:26:55 GMT Considering the kind of negative publicity being received by Sourav Ganguly over the last few weeks it seems amazing at the speed in which the Indian public and press seem to have forgotten the achievements of the most successfull skipper in Indian History. To present the contra-view I shall be focussing on the important learnings that one can learn from Ganguly's stint as a leader,which include things he has done and could have done. In what is the first in a series of writings I shall be focussing on what I feel are the essential traits of an effective leader. I believe that a good leader... (more) http://rishin.blogdrive.com/archive/28.html Sun, 21 Aug 2005 09:50:18 GMT The first person I want in my life is you In case you're wondering who's second, its again you Third is a foregone conclusion, its once more you Right till the end the person I want is you I look for you in every song In every street however long Stuck in traffic, or walking home I remember who else but you I remember you in every drop of fleeting rain I know you sit somewhere and shed tears I remember you in every stab of pain And want to dismiss all your fears You remind me of the song I asked for On a long forgotten request show You remind me of the poem I wrote... (more) http://rishin.blogdrive.com/archive/27.html Thu, 18 Aug 2005 09:12:36 GMT The independence weekend was spent away from New Delhi at a place called Lansdowne. For the benefit of people I am providing a brief account of the place, with details that should help a lot of people who are planning to get away the next time a long holiday comes. Lansdowne is in the Garhwal region of Uttaranchal. It is also home to the Veer Garhwalis, in other words the famous regiment of the Indian Army called The Garhwal Rifles. We chose to visit this place because one supposedly cannot find a more peaceful and quiet inhabited place than Lansdowne in the entire Himalayas. A perfect place... (more) http://rishin.blogdrive.com/archive/26.html Sun, 17 Jul 2005 09:59:22 GMT Sitting on the edge of the deep blue sea Cool breeze blowing through my wavy locks I feel the ocean spray on my sad face And remember my lady love in sorrow. Climbing the cold nether reaches Of the tallest mountain peak I rest in the beauty that numbs the cold And remeber my lady love in awe Banished to the hells of the desert heat Sweat- trickling down my face I ignore the parchness of my dry throat And remember my lady love in defeat Knowing that life is nearing its end And death looms by and large I sit awaiting the reaper's knock And remember my... (more) http://rishin.blogdrive.com/archive/25.html Sun, 03 Jul 2005 21:35:54 GMT In the dead of the night, when the world plunges into nether depths I sit in silence and shed tears in your lasting memory's steps The mind refuses to accept, imagines your presence in every corner Its retribution turns me into an arbitrary mourner I long to find the day again when I shall be with you again When the sun stops beating and gifts us with eternal rain I long to be there when you wake up to reality When your very thought projects a world of surreality I miss the warmth that I felt every time you strolled past me The coldness of lonely... (more)