<?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-29879547</id><updated>2012-01-02T19:21:47.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anuj Mohan</title><subtitle type='html'>Quem di diligunt, adolescens moritur</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8099769496288519630</id><published>2011-10-04T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:14:04.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 4th, 2011: Anuj Mohan Scholarship Awarded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6fpCG2b3vU/To0O3hQ1DiI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MM-fZBxbeVw/s1600/homehead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="90" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6fpCG2b3vU/To0O3hQ1DiI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MM-fZBxbeVw/s320/homehead.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;October 4th, 2011: St. Francis' College, Anuj's high school, awarded two scholarships in his honor on the school's 126 anniversary aka Patron's Day. This is the second consecutive year that the scholarships have been awarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipients include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Siddharth Kapoor: Anuj Mohan Scholarship for Best Student&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Pranav Rai: Anuj Mohan Scholarship for Ranking 1st in Class 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We as a family are proud for not just helping these young talents embark on a journey towards bright futures, but also to keep both Anuj's legacy and dream alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing them success in years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8099769496288519630?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8099769496288519630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8099769496288519630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8099769496288519630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8099769496288519630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-4th-2011-anuj-mohan-scholarship_04.html' title='October 4th, 2011: Anuj Mohan Scholarship Awarded'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6fpCG2b3vU/To0O3hQ1DiI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MM-fZBxbeVw/s72-c/homehead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-7645575348484488686</id><published>2011-09-09T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T15:59:06.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School: 1997</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pmonnp4Bdww/TmqMPhySKlI/AAAAAAAAAl4/jQBbVIftL04/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650482880884910674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pmonnp4Bdww/TmqMPhySKlI/AAAAAAAAAl4/jQBbVIftL04/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remembering some Back to School memories from Anuj's past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 1997, when Anuj returned to MIT and his home away from home at the Alpha Delta Phi fraternity house, he was bestowed with responsibility of welcoming the incoming freshman class and make them feel at home. Who better for the job than Anuj?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-7645575348484488686?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7645575348484488686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=7645575348484488686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7645575348484488686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7645575348484488686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-school-1997.html' title='Back to School: 1997'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pmonnp4Bdww/TmqMPhySKlI/AAAAAAAAAl4/jQBbVIftL04/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1678214081962313412</id><published>2011-08-12T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:30:03.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Kindness is tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;Kindness is love, but perhaps greater than love...&lt;br /&gt;Kindness is good will.&lt;br /&gt;Kindness says, "I want you to be happy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Randolph Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness was a trait inherent in Anuj's everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1678214081962313412?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1678214081962313412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1678214081962313412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1678214081962313412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1678214081962313412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2011/08/kindness.html' title='Kindness'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8248643643026871970</id><published>2011-06-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T19:17:46.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 11, 2011: We Will Light a Candle for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgU2O-d4Q7o/TfPoBvhE1pI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jMcuSu9TOh0/s1600/five%2Byears.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgU2O-d4Q7o/TfPoBvhE1pI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jMcuSu9TOh0/s320/five%2Byears.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617088276893849234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I will light a candle for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like a beacon in the night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, today I light a candle for you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Paul Alexander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We miss you today. Just like we have for the last 1825 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8248643643026871970?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8248643643026871970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8248643643026871970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8248643643026871970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8248643643026871970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-11-2011-we-will-light-candle-for.html' title='June 11, 2011: We Will Light a Candle for You'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgU2O-d4Q7o/TfPoBvhE1pI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jMcuSu9TOh0/s72-c/five%2Byears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-6071259214117811507</id><published>2011-04-10T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:49:49.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 9th, 2011: Remembering Anuj on his Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;There's a very special garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;Where the trees of memory grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;Nurtured by the kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;And concern that good friends show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;The roots are cherished memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;Of good times in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;The branches tender promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;That souls endure and last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;It's a place of peace and beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;Where bright new hopes can start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;It's memory's lovely garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;That soothes the hurting heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:50%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-6071259214117811507?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6071259214117811507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=6071259214117811507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6071259214117811507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6071259214117811507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-9th-2011-remembering-anuj-on-his.html' title='April 9th, 2011: Remembering Anuj on his Birthday'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-7958060215792015877</id><published>2011-01-02T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:35:46.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year: A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TSDdZYFW71I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/m4Qwgdr2g0w/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557685368206585682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TSDdZYFW71I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/m4Qwgdr2g0w/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we turn the page on 2010 and start a new journey in 2011, we would like to reflect a little on a long but fruitful year that produced many high points for both Anuj and the Anuj Mohan Scholarship Fund. As an extension of the scholarship, in early October, Anuj Mohan Scholarship Fund awarded recognized and honored two students at St. Francis College (Anuj’s High school). Following this, in middle November, in pursuing the goal of improving society through education we started a school in rural India through a large scale initiative called &lt;em&gt;Ekal Vidyalaya &lt;/em&gt;(One School). In late December as another mark of Anuj and his dad’s legacy, the decision to plant two trees in the Bay Area was finalized and will take place early 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By walking on the path shown to us by Anuj and his dad, we have managed to stick together and help each other in times of need. We take this opportunity to appreciate all the love, support and dedication we have received from everyone. With hope alive in our hearts and mind, we pledge to work even harder towards making Anuj’s dream a reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-7958060215792015877?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7958060215792015877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=7958060215792015877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7958060215792015877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7958060215792015877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='A New Year: A New Beginning'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TSDdZYFW71I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/m4Qwgdr2g0w/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-7716862519843477290</id><published>2010-12-19T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:36:52.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ekal Vidyalaya: A School In Honor of Anuj &amp; his Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TQ3C7VTM9DI/AAAAAAAAAlE/GfJqKSIKkpg/s1600/Ekal%2Blogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552308240203445298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TQ3C7VTM9DI/AAAAAAAAAlE/GfJqKSIKkpg/s320/Ekal%2Blogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If you wish to make an impact for one year, plant corn; if you wish to make an impact for a generation, plant a tree; if you wish to make an impact for an eternity, educate a child”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anuj&lt;/span&gt;, education was never about one person, but instead about the entire community. In its efforts to preach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anuj's&lt;/span&gt; message of education for everyone, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mohan&lt;/span&gt; Family has pledged to fund an elementary school in rural India. The school started in association with a grassroots organization called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ekal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vidyalaya&lt;/span&gt; (One School) opened its doors on November 1st, 2010. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ekal&lt;/span&gt; movement is the largest, non-government education movement in India, operating in over 34,343 villages and educating over 1,030,290 children in rural India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with our mission in mind, the school is dedicated to the loving memory of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anuj&lt;/span&gt; and his father &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aditya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mohan&lt;/span&gt; and will continue to operate for many years to come. With the idea of building from the ground up, the school will be providing children with elementary level education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal as always is to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Anuj's&lt;/span&gt; dream of recognizing any and all opportunities of providing less fortunate children with the power of quality education, a reality. This is just another step in doing the same. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Anuj&lt;/span&gt; will be proud to see the impact that a child can bring after receiving education at this school. With the hope that these children will help cultivate an entire community, here is wishing them success in the years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-7716862519843477290?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7716862519843477290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=7716862519843477290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7716862519843477290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7716862519843477290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2010/12/ekal-vidyalaya-school-in-honor-of-anuj.html' title='Ekal Vidyalaya: A School In Honor of Anuj &amp; his Father'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TQ3C7VTM9DI/AAAAAAAAAlE/GfJqKSIKkpg/s72-c/Ekal%2Blogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-2349205233861140784</id><published>2010-10-04T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T09:21:39.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anuj Mohan Scholarship Awarded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TKk5OC8JHzI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ZrK91w1ImI0/s1600/SFC+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524009331416702770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TKk5OC8JHzI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ZrK91w1ImI0/s320/SFC+Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are proud to announce that yet another Anuj Mohan Scholarship was awarded this week. The awards were given out at Anuj's high school - St. Francis' College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Anuj Mohan Scholarship for “Best Student” for the year 2009-2010: Mohd Athar&lt;br /&gt;2) Anuj Mohan Scholarship for securing highest marks in Grade 10: Shubham Agarwal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was extra special as the school also celebrated 125th year since it was founded back in 1884. The school continues to produce great talent like Anuj and we only hope that the scholarship will help the deserving winners accomplish their dreams and become role model for future generations. We would like to congratulate both the recipients and wish them continued success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also want to convey our gratitude to everyone who has and continues to aid this charitable and noble cause. Your continued support is much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-2349205233861140784?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2349205233861140784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=2349205233861140784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2349205233861140784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2349205233861140784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2010/10/anuj-mohan-scholarship-awarded.html' title='Anuj Mohan Scholarship Awarded'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TKk5OC8JHzI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ZrK91w1ImI0/s72-c/SFC+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1219969441578677494</id><published>2010-08-24T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:02:39.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anuj's Thesis at Library of Congress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/THSJkfp4flI/AAAAAAAAAkk/d9nkjzTzqYY/s1600/LOC+Logo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509179504246423122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/THSJkfp4flI/AAAAAAAAAkk/d9nkjzTzqYY/s320/LOC+Logo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently the Mohan family was informed of some welcoming news from the Library of Congress. Anuj’s Master Thesis titled “&lt;strong&gt;Example-Based Object Detection in Images by Components&lt;/strong&gt;” which he wrote with his advisers at Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Tomaso Poggio and Constantine Papageorgiou is part of the breathtaking collection of archives at the Library. The paper that was published in an IEEE journal is housed in a bound volume of IEEE Transactions on Pattern Analysis and Machine Intelligence, Volume 23, January-June 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Library of Congress which is nation’s Oldest Federal Cultural Institution, serves as the research arm of Congress. The library’s mission is to make its resources available and useful to the Congress and American people and to sustain and preserve a universal collation of knowledge and creativity for future generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are proud and honored for Anuj’s work being a part of the largest library in the world. For the family that comes after Anuj, those who might have heard of him but never met him, and the rest who can still learn from his findings, this has created a sacred and long lasting symbol which will in a way has immortalized not only his research but Anuj as well. We hope to come with our children and grandchildren one day to introduce Anuj to them and his cutting edge research.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1219969441578677494?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1219969441578677494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1219969441578677494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1219969441578677494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1219969441578677494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2010/08/anujs-thesis-at-library-of-congress.html' title='Anuj&apos;s Thesis at Library of Congress'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/THSJkfp4flI/AAAAAAAAAkk/d9nkjzTzqYY/s72-c/LOC+Logo' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-2795718191737724574</id><published>2010-07-11T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:33:01.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer World Cup 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TDqKoHLvfjI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0F_I_l3cAVg/s1600/2010_logo_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492855117259439666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TDqKoHLvfjI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0F_I_l3cAVg/s200/2010_logo_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the Soccer World Cup came to an end today, we were once again reminded of Anuj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as this great tournament brought millions of fans from all around the world together to share in the triumph and sorrows of their teams, those of us close to Anuj, were reminded of how he too had this amazing knack of bringing people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn’t know this about Anuj, he himself was a star on his high school soccer team. Just as the two goalies made spectacular saves in today’s game to keep their countries' hopes and dreams alive, we found ourselves thinking of a young Anuj who represented his high school as a goalie during his junior and senior years of high school and made glorious saves of his own to keep his team in the games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-2795718191737724574?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2795718191737724574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=2795718191737724574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2795718191737724574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2795718191737724574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2010/07/soccer-world-cup-2010.html' title='Soccer World Cup 2010'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TDqKoHLvfjI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0F_I_l3cAVg/s72-c/2010_logo_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8969052236141400379</id><published>2010-06-20T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:48:48.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TB5ULFFG1-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/KxdMLHINpcw/s1600/anujmohan3_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484913945502734306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TB5ULFFG1-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/KxdMLHINpcw/s320/anujmohan3_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TB0PB05aBwI/AAAAAAAAAkM/D1kOC3YN77M/s1600/anujmohan3_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj with Dad at MIT. A few years after he graduated, he took Mom and Dad to Cambridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A father son relationship can often times come in varied forms. The one that Anuj and his Dad shared exemplified every little bit of what these two words are all about. From the time Dad taught Anuj how to catch a ball and ride a bike, to the care that Anuj provided during his Dad's treatment, these two were, are and will always be there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A match truly made in heaven, where they both reside TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8969052236141400379?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8969052236141400379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8969052236141400379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8969052236141400379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8969052236141400379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day-2010.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2010'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TB5ULFFG1-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/KxdMLHINpcw/s72-c/anujmohan3_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-6668045878203145959</id><published>2010-06-11T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:18:09.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TBOlEhiLLBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/JPm0Dnx6VDI/s1600/4Candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481906668579793938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TBOlEhiLLBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/JPm0Dnx6VDI/s320/4Candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;div class="post-body" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 0.75em; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.6em"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 0.75em; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.6em"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 0.75em; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.6em"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(85,136,170); TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TBHEv4zT6SI/AAAAAAAAAj4/l9iZ-0c6otA/s1600/4Candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 0.75em; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.6em"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 0.75em; LINE-HEIGHT: 1.6em"&gt;We miss you today. Just like we have for the last 1461.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-6668045878203145959?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6668045878203145959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=6668045878203145959' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6668045878203145959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6668045878203145959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2010/06/reminiscence_11.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/TBOlEhiLLBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/JPm0Dnx6VDI/s72-c/4Candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-4730922293598076816</id><published>2010-04-09T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:20:39.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 9th, 2010: Remembering a Great Soul</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Live your life from your heart. Share from your heart. And your story will touch and heal people's souls."&lt;/em&gt; - Melody Beattie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people come into our lives and leave too soon. Who even in their short time leave a footprints on our hearts. They become an inspiration not just for us and but for generations to come. Those who connect with us not just personally but spiritually, being a guide through every minute of our lives; knowing that there is a greater purpose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anuj was one of them; for he always left a place better than he found it. He created bonds of love and empathy with everyone he met. On his birthday, we once again remember this great soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anuj hasn't gone anywhere. He's still deep inside everyone of us he touched along the way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458033315584558994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/S77UYfOqR5I/AAAAAAAAAjw/zhoZdYM3doI/s400/Image_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Anuj's 10th birthday. April, 1986.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-4730922293598076816?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4730922293598076816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=4730922293598076816' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4730922293598076816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4730922293598076816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-9th-2010-remembering-great-soul_09.html' title='April 9th, 2010: Remembering a Great Soul'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/S77UYfOqR5I/AAAAAAAAAjw/zhoZdYM3doI/s72-c/Image_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-7604398227236108681</id><published>2010-01-01T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:48:09.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year: Bringing the Dawn for all of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Sz7rSh64z6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/__XEUe1C0sc/s1600-h/sunrise-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422029704976191394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Sz7rSh64z6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/__XEUe1C0sc/s200/sunrise-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anne Lamott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun rises on 2010, thoughts of Anuj and his infectious smile come rushing back. We are once again reminded of the beautiful life that Anuj lead and sweet memories we were so lucky to share with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new year, our commitment of making Anuj's dream a reality continues to be the focal point. Through the Anuj Mohan Scholarship Fund, we are determined to help families with limited means gain the priceless gift of education. Anuj was a role model to many of us. It is now time to introduce the world to the Anuj we all knew and loved so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-7604398227236108681?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7604398227236108681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=7604398227236108681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7604398227236108681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7604398227236108681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-bringing-dawn-for-all-of-us.html' title='New Year: Bringing the Dawn for all of us'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Sz7rSh64z6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/__XEUe1C0sc/s72-c/sunrise-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-9160513713654274746</id><published>2009-12-25T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:25:49.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas - The Season of Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SzWsI5COPNI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HRlt4yDoGL4/s1600-h/image2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419426995359333586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SzWsI5COPNI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HRlt4yDoGL4/s200/image2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The true spirit of Christmas reflects a dedication to helping those in need, to giving hope to those in despair, and to spreading peace and understanding throughout the earth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be it raising money for the National Kidney Foundation, helping rebuild a house for the needy in Philadelphia or tutor the poor neighborhood kids in Boston, giving back to the community was something that was engraved in Anuj. For him, celebrating the holidays was as much about spending time with friends and family as it was about bringing a smile on someone less fortunate than him. And as another holiday season dawns upon us, we are reminded of this noble thought that Anuj always lived by. by being the shinning star in the sky, Anuj continues to show us the righteous path. It is our goal to follow him in his footsteps and keep his dream of helping people alive with this hope of making that star shine just a little brighter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-9160513713654274746?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/9160513713654274746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=9160513713654274746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/9160513713654274746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/9160513713654274746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-season-of-giving.html' title='Christmas - The Season of Giving'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SzWsI5COPNI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HRlt4yDoGL4/s72-c/image2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8319376588820025167</id><published>2009-11-26T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:38:04.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Sw7Bmn2j7nI/AAAAAAAAAi8/VvkQd5rS7Hk/s1600/Picture2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408473071795564146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Sw7Bmn2j7nI/AAAAAAAAAi8/VvkQd5rS7Hk/s320/Picture2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks and express gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Mohan family, it is yet another day when Anuj is missed dearly. Anuj loved to host and entertain, but on Thanksgiving, this took a whole new meaning, as he use to put his chef's hat on from very early in the day and within a few hours whip up a delicious and unforgettable meal for friends and family to enjoy. This became a family tradition as we shared numerous memorable times around the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Thanksgiving day, we remember our beloved Anuj. And though like a star, we might not be able to see him always, but deep down in our hearts know that he is still sharing his enduring love with us all. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8319376588820025167?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8319376588820025167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8319376588820025167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8319376588820025167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8319376588820025167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2009/11/traditionally-thanksgiving-is-time-to.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Sw7Bmn2j7nI/AAAAAAAAAi8/VvkQd5rS7Hk/s72-c/Picture2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-2060543923969579444</id><published>2009-10-17T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:49:04.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightening our hearts this Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A famous Sanskrit hymn goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tamso Ma Jyothir Gamaya (Lead me from Darkness to Light)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Stq-fN1hfqI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ae2T3Cks-24/s1600-h/diwali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393832947228966562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Stq-fN1hfqI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ae2T3Cks-24/s320/diwali.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anuj lighting up the world with the Goodness of his heart and Diwali Candles. October 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Stq7u8TgnCI/AAAAAAAAAis/S0H-tWWvZkg/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393829918865923106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Stq7u8TgnCI/AAAAAAAAAis/S0H-tWWvZkg/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anuj holding a Diwali Sparkle. October, 1988. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-2060543923969579444?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2060543923969579444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=2060543923969579444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2060543923969579444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2060543923969579444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-lights.html' title='Enlightening our hearts this Diwali'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Stq-fN1hfqI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ae2T3Cks-24/s72-c/diwali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-5790875649373656325</id><published>2009-07-18T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:07:24.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SmIDGyLSQ5I/AAAAAAAAAik/Ypb05kJx4k4/s1600-h/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359849921607517074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SmIDGyLSQ5I/AAAAAAAAAik/Ypb05kJx4k4/s320/securedownload.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being the angels who look upon us every second of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-5790875649373656325?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5790875649373656325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=5790875649373656325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5790875649373656325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5790875649373656325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2009/07/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SmIDGyLSQ5I/AAAAAAAAAik/Ypb05kJx4k4/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-3901395581848252164</id><published>2009-06-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:32:21.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immortality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SjEw_vpXDLI/AAAAAAAAAic/c2a5cDIzik8/s1600-h/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SjEw_vpXDLI/AAAAAAAAAic/c2a5cDIzik8/s320/candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346108104345324722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Albert Pine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you today. Just like we have for the last 1094.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-3901395581848252164?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3901395581848252164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=3901395581848252164' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/3901395581848252164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/3901395581848252164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2009/06/immortality.html' title='Immortality'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SjEw_vpXDLI/AAAAAAAAAic/c2a5cDIzik8/s72-c/candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-2818051557565871401</id><published>2009-04-09T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:06:42.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 9th: Remembering Anuj on his Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“This very moment is a seed from which the flowers of tomorrow's happiness grow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9th, 1976, a seed was born. 33 years later, as we look back at Anuj’s life, we can’t help but be inspired by this beautiful flower. The time we shared with him, the memories we treasure, and lessons we learnt are a testament to the role model that Anuj had become to many of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring and giving hope to people in need is what Anuj always dreamt of. This is the same vision that gave birth to the Anuj Mohan Scholarship Fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Mohan Family was able to do just that by kick starting two awards as part of the Scholarship Fund at his high school in Lucknow, India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two scholarships, each recognizing the recipients’ top of class standing for class 10 and 12 respectively would be awarded each year assisting them with future academic efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seed most certainly bloomed into a beautiful flower that spread happiness among us all. With him in our thoughts and mind every second of the day, we hope these scholarships would continue to breed great role models who will do their part in sowing the right seeds to happiness and in turn continue to keep Anuj’s legacy alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-2818051557565871401?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2818051557565871401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=2818051557565871401' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2818051557565871401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2818051557565871401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-9th-remembering-anuj-on-his.html' title='April 9th: Remembering Anuj on his Birthday'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-2685915993394290011</id><published>2008-12-19T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:04:42.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendship is like the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;You can't hold it,&lt;br /&gt;Smell it,&lt;br /&gt;Taste it,&lt;br /&gt;Or know when it's coming,&lt;br /&gt;But you can always feel it,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll always know it's there,&lt;br /&gt;It may come and then go,&lt;br /&gt;But you can know it'll always be back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time and again we come acorss friendships that Anuj made in his short life. Each one being special in its own special way and each one having its own touching memory of Anuj. Recently we came another such example. Peter, a childhood friend of Anuj's from Michighan reached out to us and shared some of his most memorable childhood recolletions of him and Anuj growing up together. In addition, he also sent the family, letters that Anuj wrote to him over two decades ago, after moving to India. Peter holding on these letters gave us another glimpse at the special friendship bonds that Anuj made with his peers, ones that continue to live on as he does in our hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281783197021961730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SUyp1Wce_gI/AAAAAAAAAeY/i5iHFcpefT8/s400/Anuj-+Photo_Tball.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj and Peter along with the rest of their little league baseball team. Anuj is second from left (standing) with Peter on his immediate left. Spring, 1983&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281784138613813954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SUyqsKJecsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Xmni-_XPua0/s400/Anuj--Letter+1-Page+1.gif" border="0" /&gt; Anuj's letter to Peter. May, 1985&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281786289333361826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SUyspWM-XKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3lQ1najZ5zI/s400/Anuj--Letter+2-Page_1.gif" border="0" /&gt; Anuj's letter to Peter (Page 1). August, 1987&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281786352385018802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SUystBFqS7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/3P4Q3OJmrG8/s400/Anuj--Letter+2-Page_2.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj's letter to Peter (Page 2). August, 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281787092218408242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SUytYFLr7TI/AAAAAAAAAfo/3DCl7mwFbXA/s400/Anuj--Letter+2-Page_4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj's letter to Peter (Page 3). August, 1987&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281787035906242962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SUytUzZ0eZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/gckbywtUN90/s400/Anuj--Letter+2-Page_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;Anuj's letter to Peter (Page 4). August, 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281787849547675138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SUyuEKdDdgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6Xm7UhND80s/s400/Anuj--Letter+3-Page_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj's letter to Peter (Page 1). May, 1987&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281787921528062770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SUyuIWmhAzI/AAAAAAAAAf4/FWQW2eYIjQQ/s400/Anuj--Letter+3-Page_2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj's letter to Peter (Page 2). May, 1987&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-2685915993394290011?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2685915993394290011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=2685915993394290011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2685915993394290011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2685915993394290011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-of-friendship.html' title='Letters of Friendship'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SUyp1Wce_gI/AAAAAAAAAeY/i5iHFcpefT8/s72-c/Anuj-+Photo_Tball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-6457838298409063047</id><published>2008-10-27T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:16:00.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali: Illuminating Our Hearts with Hope</title><content type='html'>From very beginning, in every legend of Diwali that is recited to us, lies the significance of “Victory of Good over Evil”; and it is with each New Year that this festival of light marks, that this simple truth finds new reason and hope to illuminate our hearts and homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this auspicious occasion of Deepawali, as the thoughts of Anuj continues to be in our hearts and minds, we are once again reminded of his good deeds and great life as it continues to project light on the right path, giving us hope and strength and leading us from darkness into light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262050608550565314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SQaPJiDI1cI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VtFVFYacAOk/s320/Copy+of+Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anuj with Dad and Mom. Diwali, 1992.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262050701491129154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SQaPO8R5S0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/KLdCcH_R5jE/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Anuj with Dad, Mom and Kapil. Diwali, 1993.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-6457838298409063047?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6457838298409063047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=6457838298409063047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6457838298409063047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6457838298409063047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2008/10/diwali-illuminating-our-hearts-with.html' title='Diwali: Illuminating Our Hearts with Hope'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SQaPJiDI1cI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VtFVFYacAOk/s72-c/Copy+of+Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8574741128596386531</id><published>2008-08-17T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:25:51.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Sportsman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SKiIzeNfodI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5UvxCvfO2Hk/s1600-h/230px-Beijing_2008_logo_1_.307200302_std"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235584984682570194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="160" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SKiIzeNfodI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5UvxCvfO2Hk/s320/230px-Beijing_2008_logo_1_.307200302_std" width="87" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sports were always an integral part of Anuj’s life. Be it playing cricket with his brothers in their back yard or watching the Olympics on TV, Anuj would not miss out on the opportunity of being a part of it one way or the other. We are often reminded of Anuj constantly repeating that "Sports is the the best thing to watch on TV now-a-days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the eyes of the world focused on the 29th Olympic Games in Beijing, Anuj often comes to our minds. The interesting part of his passion for sports was the fact that his dedication for it would always intrigue others and sooner or later you would see a huge group watching and cheering a team on along with Anuj. Putting all of it in a sport analogy, Anuj was a true sportsman one who lived for sports, no matter what the game might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8574741128596386531?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8574741128596386531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8574741128596386531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8574741128596386531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8574741128596386531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-sportsman.html' title='A True Sportsman'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SKiIzeNfodI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5UvxCvfO2Hk/s72-c/230px-Beijing_2008_logo_1_.307200302_std' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8318482176275557680</id><published>2008-06-11T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:25:39.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SE_6YnUiC6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/1dDGkg79PuA/s1600-h/2+candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210658594669857698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SE_6YnUiC6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/1dDGkg79PuA/s320/2+candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;“GooD FriendS&lt;br /&gt;Good Friends Are Hard To Find.&lt;br /&gt;Good Friends Are Easy To Love.&lt;br /&gt;Good Friends Are Presents That&lt;br /&gt;Last Forever And That Feel&lt;br /&gt;Like Gifts From Above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Friends Are One In A Million.&lt;br /&gt;Good Friends Are Stories To Share.&lt;br /&gt;Good Friends Know The Path To YourHappiness,&lt;br /&gt;And They Walk With You&lt;br /&gt;All The Way There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Friends Are Lives Overlapping.&lt;br /&gt;Good Friends Are Laughter And Tears.&lt;br /&gt;Good Friends Are Emotions So Deep&lt;br /&gt;That The Trust Just Keeps Growing&lt;br /&gt;Over The Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Friends Are Hard To Find.&lt;br /&gt;Good Friends Are Easy To Adore.&lt;br /&gt;And You've Been Such A Good Friend To Me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I Could Ask For Nothing More.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for Being Such a Wonderful Friend”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anuj touched each and every one of us in one way or the other. Nearly 20,000 people have visited this blog put together in Anuj’s memory. Each one of these 20,000 people and their personal accounts with Anuj are a constant reminder of who Anuj was, is and will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you today. Just like we have for the last 729 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8318482176275557680?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8318482176275557680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8318482176275557680' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8318482176275557680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8318482176275557680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-friends-good-friends-are-hard-to.html' title='Friends Forever'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/SE_6YnUiC6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/1dDGkg79PuA/s72-c/2+candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-6122293770551624987</id><published>2008-03-30T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:10:50.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Good Deeds" always live on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Neither fire nor wind, birth nor death can erase our good deeds." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Buddha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your deeds and teaching will always be the guiding light for each and everyone you touched. You were there when we cried, when we laughed, when we needed encouragement and when we just need a good friend. We miss you as always, but we also know that you will always be there for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183752603221124306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/R_BjhyaAZNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8JGVvaRZhs0/s320/san17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj and Dad together in Boston. Summer, 2005. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-6122293770551624987?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6122293770551624987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=6122293770551624987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6122293770551624987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6122293770551624987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-deeds-always-live-on.html' title='&quot;Good Deeds&quot; always live on'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/R_BjhyaAZNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8JGVvaRZhs0/s72-c/san17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1241428715608143381</id><published>2008-01-01T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:13:09.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guiding Light in the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Memories are one of the most important treasures we share with family and friends. One of the fondest New Years memories of Anuj for his parents was his call to them at the stroke of 12 in the year 2000, the year that marked the turn of the millennium. Anuj being ever thoughtful, made it a point, to wish them a Happy New Year from MIT while his parents were still in India, on this once in a lifetime moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With the onset of the New Year and the fireworks lighting up the skies as we bid adieu to 2007 and welcome 2008, we are reminded of how Anuj is a shining star in the sky. He has left behind a legacy that inspires us to live by his example everyday. In the year 2008, it is our resolution to make his dreams come true and in turn keep his memory alive for years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150759785484868290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/R3ssvCkxWsI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZQ6tOF9PlHs/s320/Pebble+Beach+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj with Mom and Dad at Pebble Beach. December 2003.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1241428715608143381?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1241428715608143381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1241428715608143381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1241428715608143381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1241428715608143381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2008/01/guiding-light-in-new-year.html' title='Guiding Light in the New Year'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/R3ssvCkxWsI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZQ6tOF9PlHs/s72-c/Pebble+Beach+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-4348047085134167781</id><published>2007-11-10T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:28:40.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diwali&lt;/em&gt; – “The festival of lights” is one of the most auspicious days in the Hindu calendar. The day also marks the start of a new year. People all over the world celebrate the day by decorating their houses with beautiful candles and oil lamps, sharing sweets, lighting firecrackers. And they hope that the New Year brings joy and prosperity for them and their loved ones. Anuj was always full of energy, and particularly enthusiastic around this time of the year. Be it decorating the house by putting up lights or going to buy sweets for the occasion, &lt;em&gt;Diwali&lt;/em&gt; seemed to put extra exuberance into him--an energy that had a contagious effect on everyone around him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anuj continues to live inside each and every one of us. He continues to inspire us with his positive energy and hope as we step into a New Year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131344992998982418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RzYzFYevAxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8LITHjm9_hE/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj holding a Sparkle. Diwali, 1988. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131345104668132130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RzYzL4evAyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/u0IeUp5EZDg/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj with Dad and Kapil. Diwali, 1993. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-4348047085134167781?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4348047085134167781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=4348047085134167781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4348047085134167781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4348047085134167781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/11/lights-of-hope.html' title='Lights of Hope'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RzYzFYevAxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8LITHjm9_hE/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-9094258490967821929</id><published>2007-11-05T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:50:45.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plaque in Anuj's Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently the Wharton Entrepreneurship Club honored Anuj by dedicating a plaque in his memory. The plaque was placed in their program office in honor of the contributions he made while serving as president of the club. Last year the club dedicated the 2006-2007 academic year in recognition of Anuj's unique and inspiring leadership. These gestures are a reminder of the tremendous impact Anuj had in his one, short year as part of the Wharton Community. The plaque reads as follows: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anuj Mohan&lt;br /&gt;President of the Entrepreneurship Club&lt;br /&gt;A warm and kind colleague and friend who gave so much to everyone who was fortunate enough to know him&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you greatly,&lt;br /&gt;The Wharton Community"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129615711918438466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RzAOT-cpOEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1ppU4UEMCKA/s320/DSCN0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The plaque in honor of Anuj's many contributions to the Wharton community&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129615037608572946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RzANsucpOBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oTgHybPPZ0s/s320/DSCN0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another image of the plaque dedicated to Anuj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129615308191512610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RzAN8ecpOCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/V-CRwpd4m68/s320/DSCN0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the students and faculty who were in attendance when the plaque was put up in the office. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-9094258490967821929?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/9094258490967821929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=9094258490967821929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/9094258490967821929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/9094258490967821929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/11/plaque-in-anujs-memory.html' title='Plaque in Anuj&apos;s Memory'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RzAOT-cpOEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1ppU4UEMCKA/s72-c/DSCN0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-4073251001748709434</id><published>2007-10-31T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:54:05.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick-or-Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all know it's Halloween when one sees jack-o-lanterns, kids trick-or-treating, costume parties and haunted houses. For Anuj, Halloween meant doing all this and just having fun with friends and family. From carving pumpkins with Mom and Dad a couple of years ago, to dressing up in Army Rangers and Cub Scout costumes with his brother Neal back in Michigan, Anuj always looked forward to trick-or-treating and spreading happiness all around. I remember distinctly, talking to Anuj of an instance while he was still at MIT, where he along with his friends bought lots of candy and carved pumpkins for the underprivileged kids from the neighborhood so they could have a fun filled Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once again we were witness to Anuj’s giving and helping nature for the entire community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127727927762958306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RylZYecpN-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/0rre2eTo8no/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj dressed up as a cub scout in Michigan. Halloween, 1982.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127728056611977202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RylZf-cpN_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/gM3VLO-dHws/s320/Untitled-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj getting ready to go trick-or-treating with his brother Neal. Halloween, 1982.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-4073251001748709434?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4073251001748709434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=4073251001748709434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4073251001748709434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4073251001748709434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick-or-Treat'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RylZYecpN-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/0rre2eTo8no/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-2955787017911585071</id><published>2007-10-21T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:54:58.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vijay Dashmi" (The Victory of Good over Evil)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anuj used to always be enthusiastic about celebrating various Indian festivals. &lt;em&gt;"Vijay Dashmi"&lt;/em&gt; (The Victory of Good over Evil) also known as Dussehra was one of his favorite ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The festival is the celebration of Lord Rama's victory over evil. It is also believed that a venture started on this auspicious day is bound to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as the world celebrates this auspicios day, we are reminded of the memories we shared with Anuj during the festivities. Below are just a few glimpses of Anuj celebrating &lt;em&gt;"Vijay Dashmi"&lt;/em&gt; with the rest of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124021926942476210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rxwuy1i4B7I/AAAAAAAAATs/8jVJzw1MgpY/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;October, 1993. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124021823863261090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rxwus1i4B6I/AAAAAAAAATk/m35Fw5WgoIk/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;October, 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-2955787017911585071?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2955787017911585071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=2955787017911585071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2955787017911585071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2955787017911585071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/10/vijay-dashmi-victory-of-good-over-evil.html' title='&quot;Vijay Dashmi&quot; (The Victory of Good over Evil)'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rxwuy1i4B7I/AAAAAAAAATs/8jVJzw1MgpY/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-422580195037737968</id><published>2007-09-11T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:00:17.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In 9/11 remembrance, a turning to good deeds"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anuj from the very beginning was a giver. He always believed that everyone had something to offer and all he or she needed to do was to look inside to find that giving nature. He was always ready to extend his hand out to anyone and everyone. His involvement with the National Kidney Foundation and Rebuilding Together were just a couple of examples of Anuj giving back to the community. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was this deep rooted desire of Anuj's that inspired us to start the Anuj Mohan Scholarship Fund. He taught us a lot about life and this is one simple way of keeping his legacy alive for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyday we are presented with numerous opportunities to perform a good deed. An article published today in memory of 9/11 highlights how more and more people use today as a day to perform a good deed by making donations in various forms and getting involved in the betterment of soceity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/2007/0910/p01s03-ussc.html"&gt;http://www.csmonitor.com/2007/0910/p01s03-ussc.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Alexandra Marks&lt;br /&gt;Published: September 11, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK - On Sept. 11, Jacob Sundberg of San Antonio has pledged to make eye contact and smile at everyone he meets. Kaitlin Ulrich will bring goody baskets to the police and fire departments in and around Philadelphia. And 100 volunteers from New York – 9/11 firefighters and family members among them – are going to Groesbeck, Texas, to rebuild a house destroyed by a tornado last December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a minute sampling of the hundreds of thousands of people who have pledged to memorialize those killed on 9/11 by doing something good for others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The heroic acts of all those killed trying to save others that September morning has spawned a growing grass-roots movement. The goal is to ensure that future generations remember not just the horror of the attacks, but also the extraordinary outpouring of humanity during the days, weeks, and months that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was the worst possible day imaginable, and in some ways, a remarkable day, too, in the way in which people responded," says David Paine, cofounder of myGoodDeed.org. "We need to rekindle the way we came together in the spirit of 9/11: It would be almost as much a tragedy to lose that lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 11 has inspired dozens of philanthropic efforts – from groups dedicated to building memorials to foundations designed to improve education in the Middle East. But myGoodDeed has a more universal goal: to turn 9/11 into a day dedicated to doing good – from small, simple things like Lisa Scheive's pledge to help stranded turtles cross the road in Pompano Beach, Fla., to lifesaving efforts, such as John Feal's decision in New York to donate one of his kidneys to help a seriously ill 9/11 worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea has been endorsed by members of Congress, and at myGoodDeed's urging, President Bush for the first time this year included a call for volunteering in his annual 9/11 proclamation.&lt;br /&gt;After major disasters, Americans have historically tapped a deep reserve of compassion and reached out to others. But in the months and years that follow, those compassionate and civic urges tend to recede. Studies at Harvard's Saguaro Seminar on Civic Engagement in America found that in as few as five months after 9/11, most Americans had gone back to their daily lives and were not more engaged as they said they'd hoped to be. Part of the goal of turning 9/11 into a national day of service is to remind Americans of the inherent joy of giving and to hopefully spur volunteering and charitable acts throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know of any research that's been done on one day of service, but studies have shown that people who do volunteering in high school are more likely to volunteer throughout their lives," says Thomas Sander, executive director of the Saguaro Seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of turning 9/11 into a day of service, charity, and good deeds came from the family and friends of one man: Glenn Winuk, a volunteer fireman and lawyer who worked a block and a half from the World Trade Center. After he helped evacuate his Broadway law offices, he grabbed a medic's bag and ran toward the smoke pouring from the South Tower. That's where his remains were found after the towers fell. Mr. Paine and Glenn's brother Jay had been friends for years. They decided that turning 9/11 into a day of service was best way to memorialize Glenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It completely reflects the way my brother lived his life, and it also specifically reflects how he died," says Mr. Winuk, myGoodDeed.org cofounder. "He laid his life on the line for other people that day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2002, Paine and Winuk sent e-mails to friends and family and suggested they do a good deed, such as donate a day's pay on 9/11. Then the idea evolved, and they founded myGoodDeed.org. In 2004, 100,000 visited their website and pledged to do a good deed on 9/11. This year, those pledging number more than 250,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lot of people don't know what to do on 9/11," says Paine. "This hits people in their heart and their soul. It connects with something that's fundamental." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-422580195037737968?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/422580195037737968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=422580195037737968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/422580195037737968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/422580195037737968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-deed.html' title='&quot;In 9/11 remembrance, a turning to good deeds&quot;'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-2344943313495695557</id><published>2007-06-26T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:03:16.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Immortality of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Unable are the loved to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For love is immortality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; Emily Dickinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-2344943313495695557?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2344943313495695557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=2344943313495695557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2344943313495695557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2344943313495695557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/06/immortality-of-love.html' title='The Immortality of Love'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8492589514221815344</id><published>2007-06-17T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:23:42.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077268158172340450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RnYUfUVDoOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kGV8YL-AxG4/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Anuj's Father's Day card for Dad. June, 2000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RnYU6UVDoSI/AAAAAAAAATc/q8MmZ0yZ0eI/s1600-h/Copy+of+Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077268622028808482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RnYU6UVDoSI/AAAAAAAAATc/q8MmZ0yZ0eI/s320/Copy+of+Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; June, 1983.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077268458820051202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RnYUw0VDoQI/AAAAAAAAATM/yC3J06jsE40/s320/Copy+(2)+of+Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;April, 1994.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RnYU1EVDoRI/AAAAAAAAATU/PRBY85VBuOQ/s1600-h/Copy+(3)+of+Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077268531834495250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RnYU1EVDoRI/AAAAAAAAATU/PRBY85VBuOQ/s320/Copy+(3)+of+Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; December, 1998.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8492589514221815344?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8492589514221815344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8492589514221815344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8492589514221815344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8492589514221815344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RnYUfUVDoOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kGV8YL-AxG4/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1610616345421812703</id><published>2007-06-11T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:15:05.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year is a Relative Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rm4X8kVDoNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kr5j3earrqU/s1600-h/13647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075020159404712146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rm4X8kVDoNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kr5j3earrqU/s200/13647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...When a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past... All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. ...It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kurt Vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We miss you today. Just like we have for the last 364.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1610616345421812703?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1610616345421812703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1610616345421812703' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1610616345421812703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1610616345421812703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/06/year-is-relative-thing.html' title='A Year is a Relative Thing'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rm4X8kVDoNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kr5j3earrqU/s72-c/13647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-6080632192901278017</id><published>2007-06-03T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:05:05.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk in Downtown San Jose</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, Mom, Kapil and Hema participated in the National Kidney Foundation of Northern California's annual walk to raise funds for the organization, which is dedicated to raising awareness about kidney disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Anuj were active in the Foundation for several years. They volunteered their time at area dialysis centers, helped plan the annual walk, and then cheerfully staffed registration and other tables on the big day of the walk. They enlisted the whole family to help out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the Foundation recognized Dad and Anuj in promotional materials about the walk and then announced their names before the walk began in the Arena Green, a park in the middle of downtown San Jose, and then snaked around Market street. The dark morning clouds gave way to sunbursts and then a clear blue sky by afternoon, reminding us that Dad and Anuj were with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their names, we walked and--with heavy hearts--remembered all that they had done to better the National Kidney Foundation and the world around them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-6080632192901278017?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6080632192901278017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=6080632192901278017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6080632192901278017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6080632192901278017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/walk-in-downtown-san-jose.html' title='A Walk in Downtown San Jose'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8844422246254387956</id><published>2007-05-30T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T11:52:43.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better and Happier with Anuj</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mother Theresa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came across this quote today, and it instantly reminded us of Anuj.  He embodied the spirit of Mother Theresa's words completely.  His gentleness, regard for other people's perspectives, and easy-going manner ensured that every interaction with Anuj--from a casual conversation to a deep exchange--left us feeling better and happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8844422246254387956?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8844422246254387956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8844422246254387956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8844422246254387956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8844422246254387956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/better-and-happier-with-anuj.html' title='Better and Happier with Anuj'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-377722196284696090</id><published>2007-05-27T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:10:18.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Trip</title><content type='html'>Three years ago during the Memorial Day weekend, Anuj decided to take Mom and Dad on a vacation to Boston. They couldn't have asked for a better guide to be with than Anuj on this trip. Having spent 5 years in Boston and being well versed at what the city has to offer, Anuj organised the trip beautifully by covering the entire city over a span of 6 days. Not only did he take them to all the major landmarks that this historic city has, but he took them on an personalised tour of his Alma mater - MIT and they to also got to witness a Boston Red Sox baseball game where they enjoyed the famous "&lt;em&gt;Fenway Dogs&lt;/em&gt;". Below are a few photographs from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlpOTEj_ZwI/AAAAAAAAASs/XEm2CrHeyp8/s1600-h/image+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069450420108093186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlpOTEj_ZwI/AAAAAAAAASs/XEm2CrHeyp8/s320/image+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the Longfellow bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlpOQEj_ZvI/AAAAAAAAASk/hBedhJP3e-w/s1600-h/image+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069450368568485618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlpOQEj_ZvI/AAAAAAAAASk/hBedhJP3e-w/s320/image+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fenway Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlpOHkj_ZuI/AAAAAAAAASc/a5fR5zJxNhw/s1600-h/image+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069450222539597538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlpOHkj_ZuI/AAAAAAAAASc/a5fR5zJxNhw/s320/image+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new Computer Science building at MIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlpOE0j_ZtI/AAAAAAAAASU/tWrManbsjyE/s1600-h/image+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069450175294957266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlpOE0j_ZtI/AAAAAAAAASU/tWrManbsjyE/s320/image+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Park Street Station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlpN_0j_ZsI/AAAAAAAAASM/t1p6eJ1u7rk/s1600-h/image+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069450089395611330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlpN_0j_ZsI/AAAAAAAAASM/t1p6eJ1u7rk/s320/image+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the robotic lab at MIT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-377722196284696090?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/377722196284696090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=377722196284696090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/377722196284696090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/377722196284696090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day-trip.html' title='Memorial Day Trip'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlpOTEj_ZwI/AAAAAAAAASs/XEm2CrHeyp8/s72-c/image+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-2864125943330459332</id><published>2007-05-22T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:28:34.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>On May 13, the University of Pennsylvania's Wharton School of Business held its 251st commencement ceremony where the Class of 2007 was conferred. Anuj was also among the graduating class as he was awarded the Masters of Business Administration degree posthumously. Today the family received the actual diploma along with the graduation program honoring Anuj, which you can see below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We had an exceptional day for Graduation this year - by far the best weather in years. I heard several people mention that the spirit of Anuj helped keep the clouds away."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kristi Aiello (Director of Student Life, Graduate Division, Wharton School of Business)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlPdmkj_ZpI/AAAAAAAAARs/ht_t2af0bdk/s1600-h/Degree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067637660441339538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlPdmkj_ZpI/AAAAAAAAARs/ht_t2af0bdk/s320/Degree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlPez0j_ZrI/AAAAAAAAASE/kJnxOysT75o/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067638987586234034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlPez0j_ZrI/AAAAAAAAASE/kJnxOysT75o/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-2864125943330459332?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2864125943330459332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=2864125943330459332' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2864125943330459332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2864125943330459332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/graduation_22.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RlPdmkj_ZpI/AAAAAAAAARs/ht_t2af0bdk/s72-c/Degree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-745590317756940414</id><published>2007-05-12T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T19:54:58.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RkZ3SOmXBjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/oCGQBs8vrKc/s1600-h/Gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063865986065040946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="180" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RkZ3SOmXBjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/oCGQBs8vrKc/s320/Gift.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother's Day is the day when all the mothers of the world are honored for helping us become who we are today. Anuj would almost always be the first one to wish Mom a "&lt;em&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/em&gt;" be it in person or over the phone and in the customary fashion would always take her out to brunch on this special day in May. Throughout the years, he showed his appreciation for Mom by giving her gifts that she could cherish for the rest of her life. Adjacent is a beautiful charm picture that Anuj painted at school for Mother's Day '83. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063861029672781330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RkZyxumXBhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/f1gT-WTslkU/s320/Image+88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anuj on Mom's Lap. Summer 1977. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063861119867094562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RkZy2-mXBiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/veSlB48z-KE/s320/Image+89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anuj with Mom in Michighan. Summer, 1979.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063860969543239170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RkZyuOmXBgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/oAz3ynobvLs/s320/Image+87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anuj along with Mom and Dad. Summer, 1986.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063860372542785010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RkZyLemXBfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Juod8c0QSzc/s320/Image+86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anuj with Mom on his return from MIT. Summer, 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063860205039060450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RkZyBumXBeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bCvbIGxNs-s/s320/Image+85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj with Mom in front of the MIT Dome. Summer 2004.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-745590317756940414?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/745590317756940414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=745590317756940414' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/745590317756940414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/745590317756940414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RkZ3SOmXBjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/oCGQBs8vrKc/s72-c/Gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-830324823093425343</id><published>2007-05-06T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:01:34.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Rememberance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;May 6, 2007, marks a bitter sweet day for us. While the news of Anuj being honored with a posthumous (MBA) degree from Wharton is being appreciated as a great honor, it also reminds of us of the day one year ago when Anuj landed in the bay area after having completed his first year at business school. The memories of that day come rushing back; his loving smile, his joy and enthusiasm and his stories of friends and experiences from the past year all fill our hearts and eyes with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061621534940399042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rj599-mXBcI/AAAAAAAAAP4/OLqFPvKd6Q4/s320/96382351608_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj and his friends at Wharton Business School. Fall, 2006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061621680969287122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rj5-GemXBdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1hhOVbWo7wM/s320/30311699808_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj along with his Cohort at Business School. Spring, 2006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-830324823093425343?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/830324823093425343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=830324823093425343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/830324823093425343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/830324823093425343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-of-rememberance.html' title='A Day of Rememberance'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rj599-mXBcI/AAAAAAAAAP4/OLqFPvKd6Q4/s72-c/96382351608_0_BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-3448909139995867400</id><published>2007-04-26T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T09:53:00.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumi's Inspiration and Ours</title><content type='html'>There has been much written and disputed about the life of the great 13th century mystical poet Rumi. But by all accounts, Rumi had a dear friend named Shams of Tabriz. Together, Shams and Rumi explored spiritual teachings, gave each other tremendous strength, and shared a bond that changed their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Shams died, Rumi was so overwhelmed with grief that he channeled all of his sorrow into what is said to be a period of intense thinking. Through this mourning came some of Rumi's most famous works of poetry, including &lt;em&gt;Diwan-i Shamsa&lt;/em&gt;, a&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;collection of 30,000 verses that he dedicated to Shams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he passed away many moons before Rumi, Shams was immortalized through Rumi's poems of love and devotion. Following is an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The death of such a master is no little thing.&lt;br /&gt;He was not chaff which flew on the wind,&lt;br /&gt;He was not water which froze in winter.&lt;br /&gt;He was not a comb which was broken with a hair,&lt;br /&gt;He was not a seed which the earth crushed.&lt;br /&gt;He was a treasure of gold in this dust-pit,&lt;br /&gt;For he valued the two worlds at a barley-corn.&lt;br /&gt;The earthly frame he flung to the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Soul and intellect he bore to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;The pure elixir mingled with the wine-dregs&lt;br /&gt;Came to the jar's surface, and the lees settled apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj continues to inspire us as Shams did Rumi. Out of our grief we hope will emerge many opportunities for young people to find their paths in life through higher education. It will be our poem of love to our dear Anuj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-3448909139995867400?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3448909139995867400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=3448909139995867400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/3448909139995867400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/3448909139995867400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-words-of-rumi.html' title='Rumi&apos;s Inspiration and Ours'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-5085940305500654478</id><published>2007-04-21T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:14:11.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Candle brings Hope and Peace</title><content type='html'>April 19, 2007, at 5 pm, University of Southern California held a memorial service in memory of those lost over the past year. The ceremony held every year gives the graduating class an opportunity to remember these people who made a difference in our lives. Anuj and Dad were also among the ones honored this year. A candle was lit in memory of each of them and the service program had their names mentioned as one of the loved ones remembered. And though the pain of their loss hasn't started to recede, the candles that lit up the dark room holding the service conveyed a message of hope and peace and reminded us all of their never ending love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056084090056512610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RirRsQ5SlGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Qk5cx28fzsM/s320/Image+84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj and Dad, always together. Winter, 1996.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-5085940305500654478?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5085940305500654478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=5085940305500654478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5085940305500654478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5085940305500654478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/04/candle-brings-hope-and-peace.html' title='A Candle brings Hope and Peace'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RirRsQ5SlGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Qk5cx28fzsM/s72-c/Image+84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-5874626397766751508</id><published>2007-04-18T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:58:40.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snacking with Anuj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, New York Times reporter Somini Sengupta wrote an article about the ever popular snack stands around India that serve fingerlicking foods such as chaat, gol gappas, and kochori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like other students, Anuj would occasionally visit the chaat stands that line the streets of Lucknow. One famous stall that Dad would take him and the rest of the family to was Tiwari's chaat stand. In addition to food street stalls, Lucknow has its share of fresh juice stands. Kapil fondly remembers going with Anuj to a sugar cane juice stand on Anuj's 17th birthday. They were on their way home on their daily rickshaw ride from St. Francis. The unrelenting heat of summer had just hit. Anuj suggested they stop at the stand for a refreshing drink. While it was a short pit spot, like every other experience with Anuj, it was easy-going, wonderfully pleasant, and memorable because of its sheer simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years later, Anuj enjoyed delicious chaat at Shalimar, an Indian restaurant in Fremont. It was one of his favorite places in the Bay Area. Always one to share, he would take friends and family there to experience the delectable treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055028554598880338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RicRsA5SlFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Kx0RQRZknL8/s320/Snack+Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj and Kapil noshing on kachoris and samosas. 1988.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-5874626397766751508?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5874626397766751508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=5874626397766751508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5874626397766751508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5874626397766751508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/04/snacking-with-anuj.html' title='Snacking with Anuj'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RicRsA5SlFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Kx0RQRZknL8/s72-c/Snack+Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8080895208120449723</id><published>2007-04-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:01:37.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating with Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>Buried in a stack of old birthday photographs, we found this faded gem. Here is Anuj eyeing his cake as he gets ready to celebrate his second birthday.  As you can see, he gets a little help from Dad in blowing out the candles.  Mom looks on adoringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RhxqbNJvKTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/t_1owPEuJLs/s1600-h/BDay3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052029897622366514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RhxqbNJvKTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/t_1owPEuJLs/s320/BDay3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj, Mom and Dad. Spring 1978.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8080895208120449723?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8080895208120449723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8080895208120449723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8080895208120449723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8080895208120449723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/04/celebrating-with-mom-and-dad.html' title='Celebrating with Mom and Dad'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RhxqbNJvKTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/t_1owPEuJLs/s72-c/BDay3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-7558559494687548712</id><published>2007-04-09T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:00:45.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty-One Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rhm6wQuEUOI/AAAAAAAAANw/xevucfXezs4/s1600-h/BDay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051273795357397218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rhm6wQuEUOI/AAAAAAAAANw/xevucfXezs4/s320/BDay1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj a few weeks after he entered this world. Spring 1976.&lt;/div&gt;Thirty-one years ago, Aditya and Deepa Mohan were a young couple who had just moved to Boca Raton, Florida. On April 9th, at 2:07 PM, they were blessed with the birth of a beautiful baby boy. He was born at Bethesda Memorial Hospital in the neighboring town of Boynton Beach on Florida's Atlantic coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad named him Anuj, on the advice of his grandfather, because he was their second son and was born on the Hindu holy day of Ram Navami. As we described before, Anuj means "younger brother" and often refers to Lord Ram's devoted and heroic younger sibling, Lakshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that a soul is a detailed, elaborate pattern that exists very clearly in one's brain. When a person dies, the original is no longer around. But there are versions of it in all the people that one impacted in life. The soul remains deeply embedded, albeit as a less detailed copy, in the hearts and minds of those that knew that person. Thus our lives end not when we die but when the very last person who knew us dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ten months since Anuj physically left us but on his special day, the day we expected to celebrate his thirty-first birthday, we know that he lives on in all of our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-7558559494687548712?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7558559494687548712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=7558559494687548712' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7558559494687548712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7558559494687548712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/04/thirty-one-years-ago.html' title='Thirty-One Years Ago'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rhm6wQuEUOI/AAAAAAAAANw/xevucfXezs4/s72-c/BDay1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-2985797123757332964</id><published>2007-04-02T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:20:46.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Hoops</title><content type='html'>With the NCAA basketball season coming to an end and new champions being crowned, we are reminded of Anuj's passion for the game. Be it through the NCAA pool at his fraternity, or a quick pick up game during lunch hour at work, Anuj always found ways to indulge his love of basketball. In fact it was a sport he actively participated in since childhood. Anuj became the youngest member of his high-school basketball team in the 9th grade and in college he could always be counted on to play a significant role on his fraternity hoops team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RhHqEFP08EI/AAAAAAAAANg/jM2B0RdPbo8/s1600-h/Basketball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049074013107974210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RhHqEFP08EI/AAAAAAAAANg/jM2B0RdPbo8/s320/Basketball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anuj taking a jumper in college. Fall, 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049074176316731474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RhHqNlP08FI/AAAAAAAAANo/6LBj-KLJbnc/s320/Basketball2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj along with the rest of his high-school basketball team. Winter, 1992. He is second from left in the front row. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-2985797123757332964?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2985797123757332964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=2985797123757332964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2985797123757332964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2985797123757332964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-ncaa-basketball-season-coming-to.html' title='Basketball Hoops'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RhHqEFP08EI/AAAAAAAAANg/jM2B0RdPbo8/s72-c/Basketball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1533113539247413976</id><published>2007-03-25T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:34:35.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ram Navmi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shri Ram Navami is dedicated to the memory of Lord Rama, the legendary hero of the famous epic, The Ramayana. It occurs on the ninth day of Navaratre, (Navami). Celebrated enthusiastically all over India, the festival commemorates the birth of Rama who is remembered for his prosperous and righteous reign. Ram Rajya (the reign of Rama) has become synonymous with a period of peace and prosperity. He was an epitome of all that is good and true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coincidentally, Anuj was also born on this auspicious day of Ram Navami in 1976. That year Ram Navami fell on April 9, Anuj's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046046976996492034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rgco_Y_PQwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/VMqoi6jE0XE/s320/Image+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj on his 8th Birthday. 1984.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046047135910282002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RgcpIo_PQxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/h1ZJUUnr0JA/s320/Image+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Anuj on his 12th Birthday. 1988.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046047290529104674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RgcpRo_PQyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IwItS3K4boc/s320/Image+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj on his 9th Birthday. 1985.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046049974883664738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rgcrt4_PQ2I/AAAAAAAAANU/5Ng1VrxSzZs/s320/Image+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj on his 11th Birthday. 1987.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046047672781194050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rgcpn4_PQ0I/AAAAAAAAANE/k8fnpFCkG08/s320/Image+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj on his 10th Birthday. 1986.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046047805925180242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rgcpvo_PQ1I/AAAAAAAAANM/-MDzrbOj9io/s320/Image+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj on his 13th Birthday. 1989.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1533113539247413976?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1533113539247413976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1533113539247413976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1533113539247413976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1533113539247413976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/03/ram-navmi.html' title='Ram Navmi'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rgco_Y_PQwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/VMqoi6jE0XE/s72-c/Image+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-4933801570447890292</id><published>2007-03-17T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:17:16.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of Anuj's greatest passions was his love for cycling. Be it a road trip from Boston to Cape Cod or a weekend excursion on one of the many bike routes in California, Anuj was ever-ready to put on his helmet and shoes and go for a ride. This affinity began at a very young age when he first learned how to ride a bike. Anuj along with his brother Neal used to ride their dirt bikes around the neighborhood for hours after school. Later on when he joined MIT, Anuj and his fraternity brothers covered a 200-mile stretch from Boston to Cape Cod in a mere 2 days. His love for cycling only grew when he moved out to the west coast and discovered the numerous bike routes spread out all across the bay area. Anuj never missed out on a chance to ride on one of these routes. One of his dreams that unfortunately never materialised was to bike for fundraising cycling excursions, from San Francisco to Los Angeles, where he could enjoy his passion while helping out the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042811560941039266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RfuqZY8frqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/o3QzdI2gXXE/s320/Image+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj enjoying a ride along the block in Michigan. Summer 1983.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042812248135806642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RfurBY8frrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kUUVW_9XH2A/s320/Image+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anuj posing for us on his new dirt bike. Summer 1982.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042812583143255746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RfurU48frsI/AAAAAAAAAME/omwanYLqGxk/s320/Image+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anuj making a pit stop on his way to Cape Cod. Spring 1996.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042815057044418290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rfutk48frvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FbpnaAVtSXg/s320/Image+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj along with his fraternity brothers on the Cape Cod trip. Spring 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-4933801570447890292?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4933801570447890292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=4933801570447890292' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4933801570447890292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4933801570447890292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/03/cycling.html' title='Cycling'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RfuqZY8frqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/o3QzdI2gXXE/s72-c/Image+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-173004940654193788</id><published>2007-03-13T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:19:22.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricket - The Game of Love and Unity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rfb8xI8froI/AAAAAAAAALk/d0os5T0w-w4/s1600-h/Logo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041494754032856706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="117" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rfb8xI8froI/AAAAAAAAALk/d0os5T0w-w4/s200/Logo.png" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the greatest sporting spectacles, the 2007 ICC WORLD CUP, kicked off in Trinidad, Jamaica over the weekend. As the fireworks lit the night sky and performers danced to welcome the 16 teams from all corners of the world, we were reminded of Anuj and how passionate he was about the game. One of his prized possessions was a cricket bat he bought during his childhood years. The official song for the World Cup this year is "The Game of Love and Unity" by Shaggy, Rupee and Faye-Ann Lyons, rightly chosen for an event that will be viewed in nearly 200 countries, as millions of fans root for their team to lift the coveted prize. A true lover of the game himself, Anuj not only followed cricket with great interest, but was also a part of the School Cricket Team in his junior and senior years of high school, where he won several awards for his exceptional batting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041492628024045138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rfb61Y8frlI/AAAAAAAAALM/QGYwnz_LaUE/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj holding the trophy his team received for winning a Cricket Tournament at St. Francis College. Fall 1992.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-173004940654193788?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/173004940654193788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=173004940654193788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/173004940654193788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/173004940654193788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/03/game-of-love-and-unity.html' title='Cricket - The Game of Love and Unity'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rfb8xI8froI/AAAAAAAAALk/d0os5T0w-w4/s72-c/Logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-5449485467115774205</id><published>2007-03-03T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:24:51.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holi: The Festival of Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The colorful festival of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has an ancient origin and is celebrated as the triumph of good over evil. It also bridges the social gap and renews sweet relationships. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a harvest celebration marking the climax of spring. Bonfires are lit the night before, following which, people have fun by throwing colored powder and colorful water, dancing and wishing each other well by giving a hug. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was undoubtedly one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anuj&lt;/span&gt;’s favorite festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was always a big tradition in our family. Festivities began days in advance where the house was decorated, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pujas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; were performed and most importantly sweets and playing colors were bought. On the actual day of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anuj&lt;/span&gt; used to wake up early to fill his water gun with all sorts of colored water and be prepared for the festivities. As the tradition goes, people go from house to house wishing and greeting each other “&lt;em&gt;Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” while putting color on each other and sharing sweets. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Anuj&lt;/span&gt; always being full of joy and enthusiasm did the same as he went around with Neal and his friends playing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for hours. By the end of the day he used to always be drenched in colored water, have his face painted in an array of colors and already finished nearly a dozen sweets. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Anuj loved&lt;/span&gt; playing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and sharing the love and happiness that the festival is a celebration of. Below are a few images of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Anuj&lt;/span&gt; along with the family during the many &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Holis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; celebrated in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037969054811344946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rep2Kb1w0DI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ehg4LM6RAWo/s320/image+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;, 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037969260969775170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rep2Wb1w0EI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ivTl3Cj3RXw/s320/image+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;, 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037969591682256978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rep2pr1w0FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_FIvwpOTKWE/s320/image+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;, 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037969759185981538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rep2zb1w0GI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JuEuu-DKsyY/s320/image+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Holi&lt;/span&gt;, 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-5449485467115774205?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5449485467115774205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=5449485467115774205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5449485467115774205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5449485467115774205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/03/holi-festival-of-colors.html' title='Holi: The Festival of Colors'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rep2Kb1w0DI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ehg4LM6RAWo/s72-c/image+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1482212384027364804</id><published>2007-02-27T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:24:27.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a Gracious Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/ReUlJGPvJCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dxO1mLb41Rc/s1600-h/After+Philly+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036472596509434914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/ReUlJGPvJCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dxO1mLb41Rc/s320/After+Philly+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj enjoying his beloved spaghetti. Fall 2005. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"On a lovely, warm September evening some years ago, I decided to make cheese and mushroom ravioli in a tomato sauce for dinner. Anuj was working late that night, so he couldn't join us for our voayage-to-Italy meal. I packed some for Anuj to enjoy later. A week or so later, I received an email with "ravioli" in the subject line. In it, Anuj reported that he enjoyed the pillows of cheese, and appreciated that we had set them aside for him. I recall thinking that Anuj was such a gentleman for taking the time to compose a thank you note, and that he had a knack for making people feel appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an email I still have in my in box, along with every other email I have ever received from Anuj. I will always treasure them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Hema&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1482212384027364804?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1482212384027364804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1482212384027364804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1482212384027364804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1482212384027364804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/02/always-gracious-word.html' title='Always a Gracious Word'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/ReUlJGPvJCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dxO1mLb41Rc/s72-c/After+Philly+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-3659423820218180252</id><published>2007-02-14T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:35:36.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is</title><content type='html'>love doesn't cease&lt;br /&gt;because you're not here&lt;br /&gt;the reflection of you in a&lt;br /&gt;mirror vanished&lt;br /&gt;the phone silent&lt;br /&gt;without rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love&lt;br /&gt;our love for you&lt;br /&gt;this beautiful exchange&lt;br /&gt;is boundless&lt;br /&gt;without regard&lt;br /&gt;to the order of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care&lt;br /&gt;if there is death&lt;br /&gt;i defy it&lt;br /&gt;i won't be captive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is infinite&lt;br /&gt;even if we can't see you&lt;br /&gt;you live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hema&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-3659423820218180252?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3659423820218180252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=3659423820218180252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/3659423820218180252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/3659423820218180252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-is.html' title='Love is'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-2319251144311918905</id><published>2007-02-10T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:11:12.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pebble Beach</title><content type='html'>After last week's Super Bowl, the sporting world's attention shifted across the continent to the beautiful Monterey Peninsula, just south of the San Francisco Bay Area, this weekend. It is here that the annual AT&amp;T Golf Pro-Am at Pebble Beach is taking place. Like many others, Anuj enjoyed the stunning vistas and pervasive tranquility of Monterey Bay and the majestic beauty of its numerous golf courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rc6x2VzfwRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/N9yD53XoN6k/s1600-h/Pebble+Beach+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030153380943610130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rc6x2VzfwRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/N9yD53XoN6k/s320/Pebble+Beach+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj on his first trip to Pebble beach. He and Neal drove down the picturesque Pacific Coast Highway to get there. Winter 1996.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rc6ytVzfwSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i_7OIlbfbYw/s1600-h/Pebble+Beach+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030154325836415266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rc6ytVzfwSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i_7OIlbfbYw/s320/Pebble+Beach+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;On a return trip many years later, this time with the rest of the family. Fall 2002.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-2319251144311918905?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/2319251144311918905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=2319251144311918905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2319251144311918905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/2319251144311918905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/02/pebble-beach.html' title='Pebble Beach'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rc6x2VzfwRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/N9yD53XoN6k/s72-c/Pebble+Beach+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8856073827297133657</id><published>2007-02-04T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:58:11.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Party</title><content type='html'>Today as families around the country gather to root for their team to take home the Vince Lombardi trophy, I’m reminded of sharing the excitement of Super Bowl XXXIX with Anuj in 2005. Neal and I hosted a pizza party. Anuj had another gathering to attend, but never one to disappoint, he arrived at our home, shuffling in with a baseball cap and his amiable spirit. He joined us for a slice of pizza and a beer. When pushed, he admitted that while he enjoyed football, it couldn’t hold a candle to his beloved baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember which teams played, who won, or who performed at the halftime show, but what is permanently etched in my memory is spending time with our dear Anuj, his easy going disposition, the dimpled smile that lit up his face and every room he entered, and the way he always found time to share a few precious moments with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RcaHtrM71dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/suRrZKECdkk/s1600-h/Football+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027855252766578130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RcaHtrM71dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/suRrZKECdkk/s320/Football+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj throwing a football around with friends. He had an incredible arm and could gun a tight, accurate spiral no matter how long the pass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8856073827297133657?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8856073827297133657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8856073827297133657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8856073827297133657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8856073827297133657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/02/super-bowl-party.html' title='Super Bowl Party'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RcaHtrM71dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/suRrZKECdkk/s72-c/Football+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1675722294154176294</id><published>2007-02-01T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:54:46.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RcK6ibM71bI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fdrtbM9Rhc8/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026785234679223730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RcK6ibM71bI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fdrtbM9Rhc8/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anuj and Daddy during a family function in Michigan. Summer 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026783976253805954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RcK5ZLM71YI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YnqzotK7YPY/s320/Copy+(2)+of+Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Anuj and Daddy in front of a historical monument during one of the many family vacations we took in India. Summer 1990.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027026757870147010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RcOWM7M71cI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hGUmq5A-2Hs/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anuj and Daddy in Anuj's room right before he was about to leave for MIT. Summer 1994.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1675722294154176294?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1675722294154176294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1675722294154176294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1675722294154176294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1675722294154176294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/02/always-together.html' title='Always Together'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RcK6ibM71bI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fdrtbM9Rhc8/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-9088480572203481458</id><published>2007-01-27T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:50:16.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses from a Beautiful Countryside</title><content type='html'>Anuj visited Ireland during his Junior Year Spring Break at MIT and could never stop talking about that trip and the beautiful sites that he got to see there. He often shared these stories years after that trip. Here are a few glimpses of that trip he took with his fraternity brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rbu2dHjLmBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fyxW8jh6FME/s1600-h/IMG08A_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024810420620990482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rbu2dHjLmBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fyxW8jh6FME/s320/IMG08A_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rbu2nnjLmCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/S1xaKkl_eE8/s1600-h/IMG14A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024810601009616930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rbu2nnjLmCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/S1xaKkl_eE8/s320/IMG14A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rbu2y3jLmDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HLMMgIU9UmQ/s1600-h/IMG17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024810794283145266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rbu2y3jLmDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HLMMgIU9UmQ/s320/IMG17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rbu3HXjLmEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oZR5QDZtOrM/s1600-h/IMG26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024811146470463554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rbu3HXjLmEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oZR5QDZtOrM/s320/IMG26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-9088480572203481458?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/9088480572203481458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=9088480572203481458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/9088480572203481458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/9088480572203481458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/01/glimpses-from-beautiful-countryside.html' title='Glimpses from a Beautiful Countryside'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Rbu2dHjLmBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fyxW8jh6FME/s72-c/IMG08A_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1352705080192427829</id><published>2007-01-22T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:25:42.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to the Emerald Isle</title><content type='html'>Anuj took many trips with his friends in college. Whether it was a weekend in Atlantic City or a drive up to Canada or a visit to Atlanta during the 1996 Olympics, Anuj's presence on these trips made for more great stories, interesting conversation, and lots of laughs. One of his favorites was a trip to Ireland. Anuj, along with his ADP brother, spent a few days there drinking Guiness in Dublin, gaining the gift of the gab from the Blarney Stone and generally having a great time. Here are some photographs from that trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RbVRvXjLl8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/4iGcyApk7Ew/s1600-h/IMG12A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023010833618933698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RbVRvXjLl8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/4iGcyApk7Ew/s200/IMG12A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends in front of an old Irish castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RbVSZHjLl-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/I7S3DGYrqa8/s1600-h/IMG25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023011550878472162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RbVSZHjLl-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/I7S3DGYrqa8/s320/IMG25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In front of Guiness Brewery in Dublin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RbVSw3jLl_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/2Pf6ChaeuEw/s1600-h/IMG21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023011958900365298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RbVSw3jLl_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/2Pf6ChaeuEw/s200/IMG21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anuj never took himself to seriously. Now the question is... how did he get in there in the first place?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1352705080192427829?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1352705080192427829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1352705080192427829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1352705080192427829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1352705080192427829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/01/visit-to-emerald-isle.html' title='A Visit to the Emerald Isle'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RbVRvXjLl8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/4iGcyApk7Ew/s72-c/IMG12A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8707594498788812986</id><published>2007-01-15T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:39:11.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Dream</title><content type='html'>On this day commemorating Martin Luther King Jr.'s life and his immeasurable contribution to our society, we are reminded of how he was an inspiration for Anuj as well. During his many years at St. Francis College in Lucknow, India, Anuj showcased his talents in a number of areas including debates, drama, quiz competitions, and of course, all kinds of sports. However, the area of competition in which he began his multi-year run of winning countless awards was called "public elocution". Competitors gave a prepared speech in front of a large live audience and were judged by their clarity of delivery, passion, ability to connect with the audience, and originality, among a number of other criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RaxcmFanWHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/s2xYnXV_DIE/s1600-h/speech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020489493969852530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RaxcmFanWHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/s2xYnXV_DIE/s200/speech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For his first attempt on stage Anuj chose MLK's famous "I Have a Dream" speech. Like they did for millions of others, King's words moved him even at that young age - Anuj was in middle school at the time. He felt that conveying MLK's passion and strength of purpose would be a worthy challenge. Anuj understood Martin Luther King Jr.'s deep connection to India based on the latter's lifelong public admiration of Mahatma Gandhi. Therefore he wanted to deliver the speech in a manner that was a true tribute to this great man. He not only succeeded in doing that but in the process won first prize in the contest. His entire family was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remain proud to this day because Anuj chose not only to deliver a speech by King, but decided to live his life in a manner inspired by him as well. And those who were lucky enough to cross paths with Anuj, even for a brief time, know that he unequivocally succeeded in achieving that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/Raxb81anWGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OVOnNqVOpx0/s1600-h/speech2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041510825800478354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RfcLYo8frpI/AAAAAAAAALs/-5ScKE9qqfE/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anuj holding one of the many awards he won on stage during his time at St. Francis College.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8707594498788812986?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8707594498788812986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8707594498788812986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8707594498788812986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8707594498788812986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have A Dream'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RaxcmFanWHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/s2xYnXV_DIE/s72-c/speech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-5760518374167993244</id><published>2007-01-10T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:49:28.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Closed - Again!</title><content type='html'>One thing Anuj had a hard time doing was keeping his eyes open in photographs. There are a lot of them with his eyes closed! Somehow he timed his blinks with the camera shutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018660245923649618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RaXc51anWFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hGbcIdM4fCs/s320/109-0957_IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Big smile, eyes closed. A couple years ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-5760518374167993244?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5760518374167993244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=5760518374167993244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5760518374167993244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5760518374167993244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/01/eyes-closed-again.html' title='Eyes Closed - Again!'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RaXc51anWFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hGbcIdM4fCs/s72-c/109-0957_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-7205264447473392519</id><published>2007-01-07T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:32:51.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vice-Dean Anjani Jain's Remarks</title><content type='html'>Vice-Dean Anjani Jain, the Director of the MBA program at Wharton, offered these remarks about Anuj and his many contributions to the community during his memorial service on campus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good afternoon. My name is Anjani Jain; I am Vice Dean at the Wharton School and would like to welcome you, on behalf of Dean Harker, our faculty, and the entire Wharton community, to this memorial for Anuj Mohan. I am especially grateful to Anuj’s family – his parents Dr. Deepa Mohan and Dr. Aditya Mohan, his two brothers Neal and Kapil, and his sister-in-law, Hema – for having traveled from California to be with us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will hear from Neal and from a number of Anuj’s classmates and also from Reverend Gipson, the University’s chaplain. Though an entire summer has passed since the day of that awful tragedy in California, our sense of loss is still raw and our sadness still undiminished. That Anuj was remarkably, uncommonly gifted became clear to anyone who came to be in his presence even briefly, and what really drew people to him was the grace and generosity with which he bore his talents and the genuine interest he took in the well being of others. From my vantage point, it was astonishing to see how remarkably he had bridged the gap between the two different cultural traditions of India and the United States. He thrived in each setting and his ample talents allowed him to embrace each culture as his native heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To honor Anuj’s claim over both cultures, I wanted to share with you a couple of verses from the Bhagavad Gita, which was composed more than two-and-a-half millennia ago and from which Indians continue to seek wisdom and solace. I will read the text first in Sanskrit, and then offer a very loose but lyrical translation by Sir Edwin Arnold from over a century ago. Both slokas are taken from Chapter 2 of the Gita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RaFtjaXFtPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JAi6QmOysas/s1600-h/shlok.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017411915006457074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RaFtjaXFtPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JAi6QmOysas/s320/shlok.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RaFt9aXFtQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qmGpFZarkJo/s1600-h/shlok2.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017412361683055874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RaFt9aXFtQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qmGpFZarkJo/s320/shlok2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul which is not moved,&lt;br /&gt;The soul that with a strong and constant calm&lt;br /&gt;Takes sorrow and takes joy indifferently,&lt;br /&gt;Lives in the life undying! That which is&lt;br /&gt;Can never cease to be; that which is not&lt;br /&gt;Will not exist. To see this truth of both&lt;br /&gt;Is theirs who part essence from accident,&lt;br /&gt;Substance from shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indestructible,&lt;br /&gt;the Life is, spreading life through all;&lt;br /&gt;It cannot anywhere, by any means,&lt;br /&gt;Be anywise diminished, stayed, or changed.&lt;br /&gt;But for these fleeting frames which it informs&lt;br /&gt;With spirit deathless, endless, infinite."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-7205264447473392519?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7205264447473392519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=7205264447473392519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7205264447473392519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7205264447473392519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/01/vice-dean-anjani-jains-remarks.html' title='Vice-Dean Anjani Jain&apos;s Remarks'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RaFtjaXFtPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JAi6QmOysas/s72-c/shlok.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-6615292663756010480</id><published>2007-01-03T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:27:30.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Man</title><content type='html'>Today we are reminded that we did not only lose a brother and friend in Anuj but Neal lost his best man. Countless stories come to mind of Anuj's multifaceted role during Neal and Hema's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZxxtipJ4fI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TnHer6nEYFI/s1600-h/00000001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016009112191361522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZxxtipJ4fI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TnHer6nEYFI/s200/00000001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For example, in the days leading up to the event, Anuj carefully crafted a best man speech for his brother. In the hectic hours before the actual wedding and reception however, he misplaced the speech and could not find it despite some frantic searching. When the time for delivering his address actually came, Anuj did not break a sweat. He simply got up on stage and delivered an incredibly eloquent, personal, and gracious speech that was at times funny, and at others extremely moving. Amazingly, with no written notes, most of his remarks were from memory, others completely extemporaneous and none of the guests could tell until he admitted to family afterwards that he had lost his speech earlier that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZxyHypJ4gI/AAAAAAAAAFI/itMBTDrqOVg/s1600-h/Image+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016009563162927618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZxyHypJ4gI/AAAAAAAAAFI/itMBTDrqOVg/s200/Image+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Throughout the days of festivities, Anuj played the role of an extremely happy, proud and supportive brother. Days beforehand, he helped print out hundreds of wedding programs. He also planned Neal's bachelor party in New York City which occurred the night before the wedding. When the big day came he danced ceaselessly in celebration. In fact he danced so much during the Baraat that his turban came off! In his usual selfless way, he made the day infinitely brighter, happier and richer because of his presence throughout the wedding week. Whether it was calmly carrying out a last minute errand or leading the celebration with his warm, wide smile, Anuj was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZxzASpJ4hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gLuOJsP4iKw/s1600-h/Image+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016010533825536530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZxzASpJ4hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gLuOJsP4iKw/s200/Image+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj we are forever indebted to you for making that day special for us. If an Indian wedding can be described as a stained glass mosaic of vibrant colors, then today those colors are shards of glass shattered on the floor in the deafening silence created by your absence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-6615292663756010480?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6615292663756010480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=6615292663756010480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6615292663756010480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6615292663756010480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-man.html' title='Best Man'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZxxtipJ4fI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TnHer6nEYFI/s72-c/00000001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-4572769225244079013</id><published>2007-01-01T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:43:44.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Life</title><content type='html'>As with every new year, each new life is full of potential and hope. So was Anuj's when he entered this world 30 years ago. While we are devastated by the fact that so much of the incredible potential that stemmed from his brilliance and humanity will be left unfilled, we are heartened by the fact that he accomplished more in 30 years than most do in their lifetimes much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Anuj's life as an inspiration, we begin the new year with intense pain but also with renewed hope. The hope that we will have the strength to carry on his mission and fulfill his desire of helping others through the &lt;a href="http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/06/scholarship-frequently-asked-questions.html"&gt;Anuj Mohan Scholarship Fund&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZn6mypJ4dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/12-AngHi8OU/s1600-h/Image+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015315204390117842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZn6mypJ4dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/12-AngHi8OU/s320/Image+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Precious baby Anuj on his patio at home in Florida. Surrounded by his toys and full of boundless potential. Winter 1977.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-4572769225244079013?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4572769225244079013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=4572769225244079013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4572769225244079013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4572769225244079013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-life.html' title='New Year, New Life'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZn6mypJ4dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/12-AngHi8OU/s72-c/Image+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-5036512658004579953</id><published>2006-12-26T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:44:41.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZGFV6FxTbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dLlqSU7q8t0/s1600-h/xmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012934471657278898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZGFV6FxTbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dLlqSU7q8t0/s320/xmas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anuj along with Dad and Kapil during one of his trips back to India which happened to be around Christmas time. Christmas 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZGFFqFxTaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/I8Y4c1UmQOM/s1600-h/xmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012934192484404642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZGFFqFxTaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/I8Y4c1UmQOM/s320/xmas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj along with the family on a more recent Christmas Eve. Christmas 2003. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-5036512658004579953?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5036512658004579953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=5036512658004579953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5036512658004579953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5036512658004579953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-memories.html' title='Christmas Memories'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RZGFV6FxTbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dLlqSU7q8t0/s72-c/xmas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1097896010690425759</id><published>2006-12-23T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:56:55.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slideshow Through Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3sKaFxTUI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZwoEKGYNXTg/s1600-h/image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011921623879601474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3sKaFxTUI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZwoEKGYNXTg/s200/image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj as a cute little baby on his first trip to India. Spring 1977.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3sEaFxTTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aXHzlaA6afo/s1600-h/image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3r7qFxTSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C7i1JHOHQd0/s1600-h/image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3sOaFxTVI/AAAAAAAAADM/Tp0ZWJ--Xa8/s1600-h/image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011921692599078226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3sOaFxTVI/AAAAAAAAADM/Tp0ZWJ--Xa8/s200/image2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anuj before one of his performances on the Annual School Sports Day. Fall 1987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3seqFxTWI/AAAAAAAAADU/kzh-0-fFXcI/s1600-h/image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011921971771952482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3seqFxTWI/AAAAAAAAADU/kzh-0-fFXcI/s200/image6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anuj looking sharp in his suit jacket. Fall 1991.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3srqFxTXI/AAAAAAAAADc/OwBYkVh_Jeg/s1600-h/image12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011922195110251890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3srqFxTXI/AAAAAAAAADc/OwBYkVh_Jeg/s200/image12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj posing in his MIT Baseball Team Jacket. Winter 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3s96FxTYI/AAAAAAAAADk/7vaTRO7oxQY/s1600-h/pic1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011922508642864514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3s96FxTYI/AAAAAAAAADk/7vaTRO7oxQY/s200/pic1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj with his signature smile. Winter 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1097896010690425759?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1097896010690425759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1097896010690425759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1097896010690425759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1097896010690425759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/slideshow-through-life.html' title='Slideshow Through Life'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RY3sKaFxTUI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZwoEKGYNXTg/s72-c/image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-673972483081545121</id><published>2006-12-20T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:41:23.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anuj and Dad - Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYm8BKFxTRI/AAAAAAAAACo/__zSWcoLHmI/s1600-h/anujdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010742788500835602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYm8BKFxTRI/AAAAAAAAACo/__zSWcoLHmI/s320/anujdad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-673972483081545121?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/673972483081545121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=673972483081545121' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/673972483081545121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/673972483081545121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/anuj-and-dad-best-friends.html' title='Anuj and Dad - Best Friends'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYm8BKFxTRI/AAAAAAAAACo/__zSWcoLHmI/s72-c/anujdad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1735039053820341498</id><published>2006-12-18T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:17:20.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More ADP Memories</title><content type='html'>Last time we wrote about &lt;a href="http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/alpha-delta-phi-fraternity.html"&gt;Anuj's college fraternity, ADP&lt;/a&gt;. Here are some pictures from that time in his life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYeE46FxTQI/AAAAAAAAACM/RmIbKIjvWWc/s1600-h/logopic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010119223673965826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYeE46FxTQI/AAAAAAAAACM/RmIbKIjvWWc/s200/logopic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In front of the ADP seal at a fraternity house while on a roadtrip to Montreal. Seals like these adorn the walls of the MIT house as well. Anuj's picture with his class is also permanently displayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYeBd6FxTNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/J-mYk8LjPmk/s1600-h/lounge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010115461282614482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYeBd6FxTNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/J-mYk8LjPmk/s200/lounge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with friends in the main basement lounge (with the big TV) of the ADP house. This is where Anuj would often watch the Patriots or the Red Sox with fellow sports fans, help freshman finish problem sets or simply regale his fraternity brothers with his great stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYeDTqFxTPI/AAAAAAAAACE/XBFxfQGLl5U/s1600-h/formal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010117484212210930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYeDTqFxTPI/AAAAAAAAACE/XBFxfQGLl5U/s200/formal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj with friends at a fraternity semi-formal. This party was on a boat in Boston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1735039053820341498?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1735039053820341498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1735039053820341498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1735039053820341498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1735039053820341498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-adp-memories.html' title='More ADP Memories'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYeE46FxTQI/AAAAAAAAACM/RmIbKIjvWWc/s72-c/logopic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-7316223340806747302</id><published>2006-12-16T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:31:30.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha Delta Phi Fraternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYUJoKFxTKI/AAAAAAAAABU/zi_NV6yXAbk/s1600-h/adpcrest_bf128.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009420746027519138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="139" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYUJoKFxTKI/AAAAAAAAABU/zi_NV6yXAbk/s200/adpcrest_bf128.gif" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have mentioned Alpha Delta Phi (ADP) in several previous posts. ADP is the fraternity Anuj was a part of during his years at MIT. He joined the organization a week after coming to campus in 1994 (fraternity rush occurred right after the first few days of orientation there). Some of his best lifelong friends were fellow members of his pledge class or other brothers in the fraternity. Anuj lived in the ADP house with these friends and many of his extra-curricular activities in college centered around the fraternity: community service, intramural sports, road trips, parties and generally hanging out. As we have in the past, we will share as many stories about these times as we can. In this post however, we wanted to relate some information about the ADP fraternity and the MIT (Lambda Phi) chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYUK0KFxTLI/AAAAAAAAABc/xiDHL2Vtjy4/s1600-h/classpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009422051697577138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYUK0KFxTLI/AAAAAAAAABc/xiDHL2Vtjy4/s320/classpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj with his ADP fraternity brothers. Fall 1994. He is in the second row, smiling with a backwards baseball cap on.&lt;/p&gt;Alpha Delta Phi was founded in 1832 at Hamilton College in Clinton, New York by Samuel Eells. Founded as a literary society, it evolved into one of the more distinguished of the original American college fraternities. ADP has retained its focus on its literary roots in its chapters at colleges and universities in Canada and the United States. According to its founder, the fraternity was established with the intent that "this new association, with a true philosophical spirit, looking to the entire man, develop his whole being—moral, social and intellectual." There are about 50 chapters and its alumni include presidents, chief justices, senators, business and academic leaders, and artists. Some of the most prominent members of the ADP brotherhood are Franklin D. Roosevelt, Theodore Roosevelt and Salmon P. Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MIT chapter was founded on April 3, 1976 and over the years became a major influence on campus. The ADP house is located on Massachusetts Avenue near Central Square in Cambridge. It is a 10-15 minute walk to the main campus. This is where Anuj lived during his five years at MIT. And it is here that he built countless shared memories with his fraternity brothers and classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about Alpha Delta Phi, &lt;a href="http://www.alphadeltaphi.org/Default.aspx?tabid=35"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about ADP at MIT, &lt;a href="http://www.alphadeltaphi.org/Default.aspx?tabid=386"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-7316223340806747302?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7316223340806747302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=7316223340806747302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7316223340806747302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7316223340806747302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/alpha-delta-phi-fraternity.html' title='Alpha Delta Phi Fraternity'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYUJoKFxTKI/AAAAAAAAABU/zi_NV6yXAbk/s72-c/adpcrest_bf128.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1741266074162895916</id><published>2006-12-13T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:32:46.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happier Times...</title><content type='html'>Those who knew Anuj well often saw his playful, whimsical side. He was wise enough to never take himself too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYDub3zcNUI/AAAAAAAAABI/ycSgZl-b0uA/s1600-h/cactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008264948239578434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYDub3zcNUI/AAAAAAAAABI/ycSgZl-b0uA/s320/cactus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj impersonating a cactus on a road trip to Texas. Summer 2004.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1741266074162895916?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1741266074162895916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1741266074162895916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1741266074162895916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1741266074162895916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/happier-times.html' title='Happier Times...'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RYDub3zcNUI/AAAAAAAAABI/ycSgZl-b0uA/s72-c/cactus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1839847805909028139</id><published>2006-12-11T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:55:08.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Half a year is a long time to miss&lt;br /&gt;that smile, that laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That long since we basked in&lt;br /&gt;your brilliance, your grace, your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months seem like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;but are a mere drop in the abyss&lt;br /&gt;that are the years without you ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RX5Jn3xyHsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/T1WXP2d-2hg/s1600-h/charlesriver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007520785019051714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RX5Jn3xyHsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/T1WXP2d-2hg/s320/charlesriver.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj in front of the Charles River in Boston. Spring 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1839847805909028139?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1839847805909028139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1839847805909028139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1839847805909028139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1839847805909028139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/six-months.html' title='Half a Year'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RX5Jn3xyHsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/T1WXP2d-2hg/s72-c/charlesriver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-7421710064047850595</id><published>2006-12-09T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T18:45:39.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wharton Entrepreneurship Club Dedication</title><content type='html'>About two months ago, we posted about &lt;a href="http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/entrepreneurship-at-wharton.html"&gt;Anuj's numerous contributions to entrepreneurship&lt;/a&gt; at Wharton. According to his classmates, and as we recount in that post, he displayed remarkable leadership across many initiatives during his year on campus. Anuj had even more grand plans for his second year, which he hoped to fulfill as Co-President of the Entrepreneurship Club. While, devastatingly, he will not be able to follow through on those ideas himself, we know he inspired so many of his classmates with his dedication and creativity, that they carry on his work at Wharton. In that spirit, and in recognition of Anuj's unique and inspiring leadership, the Wharton Entrepreneurship Club has dedicated the 2006-2007 year in his honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj was a true entrepreneur in every aspect of his life and through this dedication his inspiration will remain even though he is no longer with us.  To see the dedication, click on the link to the club's website below and scroll down the homepage... &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wharton-eclub.com/main/index.aspx?MenuItemID=36&amp;MenuID=1&amp;amp;PageID=16"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wharton-eclub.com/documents/logo_wep.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-7421710064047850595?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7421710064047850595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=7421710064047850595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7421710064047850595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7421710064047850595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/wharton-entrepreneurship-club.html' title='Wharton Entrepreneurship Club Dedication'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1268667412980487100</id><published>2006-12-07T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:04:07.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light a Candle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RXj-zT3RQwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/v3U_FSdltgU/s1600-h/steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006031143281181442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RXj-zT3RQwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/v3U_FSdltgU/s320/steps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I will light a candle for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a beacon in the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flame will burn bright, and guide us on our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, today I light a candle for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1268667412980487100?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1268667412980487100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1268667412980487100' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1268667412980487100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1268667412980487100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/light-candle.html' title='Light a Candle...'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RXj-zT3RQwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/v3U_FSdltgU/s72-c/steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-3178620456456306959</id><published>2006-12-04T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:06:14.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"One of the Very Best"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RXULgaKqMyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TeRjlzHj8tw/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004919212299924258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="101" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RXULgaKqMyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TeRjlzHj8tw/s200/logo.gif" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...I have been teaching at The Wharton School since 1984. I am writing to convey a few brief thoughts to you about Anuj on this tragic occasion. He was a student in my class on leadership and teamwork, yet I was privileged to have gotten to know Anuj outside of class as well. He served on a small committee of students who worked with me this year to recruit guest speakers to visit our class. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anuj and I shared a few lunches during which we did our planning, and it was during these delightful times that I had the pleasure of experiencing Anuj’s remarkable personality, beyond the consistently excellent contributions he made in our class sessions. He was extremely bright, intellectually engaging, humorous yet humble, warm yet clear-headed. I thoroughly enjoyed being with him, and he made the work we had to do very easy with his flexible, creative, can-do approach. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have gotten to know thousands of Wharton MBA students over the years, and I can honestly say that Anuj stands out in my memory as one of the very best Wharton has ever seen. I was so deeply saddened by the news of his passing for not only will I personally miss him; more importantly, he was truly an ideal citizen of our community. You have my most sincere condolences at this very painful time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Professor Stew Friedman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-3178620456456306959?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3178620456456306959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=3178620456456306959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/3178620456456306959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/3178620456456306959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-of-very-best.html' title='&quot;One of the Very Best&quot;'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RXULgaKqMyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TeRjlzHj8tw/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-5636914553907712636</id><published>2006-12-02T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:26:56.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times with Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RXJ5sqKqMxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-N_0BEJXRtw/s1600-h/collegefriends2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004195944102245138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RXJ5sqKqMxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-N_0BEJXRtw/s320/collegefriends2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj hanging out with college buddies while at MIT. Many of them would count among his lifelong friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RXJ5H6KqMwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CfiRjBpPy4o/s1600-h/collegefriends1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004195312742052610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RXJ5H6KqMwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CfiRjBpPy4o/s320/collegefriends1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-5636914553907712636?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/5636914553907712636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=5636914553907712636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5636914553907712636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/5636914553907712636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-times-with-friends.html' title='Good Times with Friends'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7BuaA6zQcNY/RXJ5sqKqMxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-N_0BEJXRtw/s72-c/collegefriends2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-3776079610066785659</id><published>2006-11-30T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:33:08.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past, Present, and Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-3776079610066785659?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/3776079610066785659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=3776079610066785659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/3776079610066785659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/3776079610066785659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/past-present-and-future.html' title='The Past, Present, and Future'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-6878056298008722482</id><published>2006-11-26T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:55:52.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Us on Every Holiday</title><content type='html'>As this Thanksgiving weekend comes to an end, we'd like to share a photograph from last year's festivities. It would be Anuj's last Thanksgiving with us. He was back in the Bay Area from Philadelphia for a few days. Given his very busy schedule, Anuj didn't lead the kitchen activities. Instead he supervised Kapil as he tried to cook up a few of Anuj's specialties. We've already talked about what an &lt;a href="http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/learning-from-anuj.html"&gt;incredibly gifted teacher&lt;/a&gt; Anuj was and this time was no exception. Under his watchful eye, and easy-going yet insightful guidance, Kapil produced a delicious meal for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why these photographs went from a few quick digital snapshots to cherished treasures in a few months leaves a cratering hollow in our chests. However we believe that by teaching us how to cook instead of doing it himself on his last Thanksgiving, Anuj made sure that a part of him will always be with us on this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3323/3647/1600/501909/thksgvg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3323/3647/320/276463/thksgvg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj hanging out in Mom and Dad's kitchen. Kapil is pulling out the turkey from the oven. Fall 2005.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-6878056298008722482?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6878056298008722482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=6878056298008722482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6878056298008722482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6878056298008722482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/with-us-on-every-holiday.html' title='With Us on Every Holiday'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-4875637457415652642</id><published>2006-11-24T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:07:21.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Feast - A Few Days Early</title><content type='html'>In early November 2004, Anuj called his family to let them know that he would have to travel to Bangalore, India on business, and would therefore not be in town on Thanksgiving day. The Mohan clan loved gathering for Anuj's Thanksgiving feasts, which consisted of succulent turkey, several different types of stuffing, apple and cherry pies made from scratch, and other amazing concoctions he and Flo would labor for hours and hours in the kitchen to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never being one to disappoint, Anuj proposed a plan B--he would whip up an authentic Thanksgiving meal with all of the trimmings before leaving for India. True to his word, the weekend before Thanksgiving Thursday, he invited the Mohan clan and a few of his friends to his parents' home where he and Flo prepared an extraordinary meal while poring over flour-laced pages from several cookbooks, buttering pans of every shape and size, and keeping everyone's wine glasses full while we awaited the mouth-watering meal ahead. The stuffing had tart green apples and raisins. The turkey was lovingly basted and cooked to perfection. There was a well executed salad, which Anuj was self-deprecating about because he felt it contained too much parsley. For dessert, there were scrumptious pies of every variety. At the end of the evening, Anuj sent everyone home with a few goodies, which we relished for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapil attentively observed Anuj's meticulous cooking process. Last year, he and Mom replicated many of the elements of our 2004 meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-4875637457415652642?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/4875637457415652642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=4875637457415652642' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4875637457415652642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/4875637457415652642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-feast-few-days-early.html' title='Thanksgiving Feast - A Few Days Early'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-8633036640250284796</id><published>2006-11-22T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:50:30.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Memories</title><content type='html'>While we remember Anuj fondly every hour of every day, Thanksgiving in particular brings back a flood of memories. This is because Anuj was simply the center of this holiday for the Mohan family. Every Thanksgiving, for the last several years, Anuj got up early in the morning to pick out all the ingredients for a traditional turkey dinner. For the next several hours, sometimes with the help of family and friends, most notably his kid brother Kapil, Anuj would take over the kitchen and masterfully cook up the entire feast from scratch. In addition to the perfectly moist turkey filled with his signature savory stuffing, there would be several sides, from a couple of types of potatoes to an assortment of vegetable dishes. To cap off the sumptuous meal, Anuj would bake a variety of pies, making even the crusts from raw ingredients, so that we could have our pick of fresh berry and fruit flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3323/3647/1600/896356/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3323/3647/320/92659/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving at Mom and Dad's. Some of Anuj's creations are on display. Fall 2003.&lt;/p&gt;The food was delicious. But, of course, the day wasn't only about the food. Perhaps more importantly it involved spending time together, watching a little football and sharing old stories. Even though he was busy cooking, Anuj was an integral part of all of this as well. And that is why we miss him so much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj, we have to believe you are with us on this Thanksgiving because without you, the holiday is meaningless. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3323/3647/1600/156695/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3323/3647/320/341980/after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All smiles after Thanksgiving dinner. Fall 2003.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-8633036640250284796?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/8633036640250284796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=8633036640250284796' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8633036640250284796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/8633036640250284796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-memories.html' title='Thanksgiving Memories'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-1171858222541095540</id><published>2006-11-19T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:15:03.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrances</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Anuj, I wanted to put together a few pictures of you taken during the time I had the honor to be your friend. I quickly noticed that I did not have one, NOT ONE, picture of you by yourself. You were always surrounded by those who loved you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sanch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3323/3647/1600/361270/remembrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3323/3647/400/72897/remembrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-1171858222541095540?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/1171858222541095540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=1171858222541095540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1171858222541095540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/1171858222541095540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/remembrances.html' title='Remembrances'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-6963310260495798911</id><published>2006-11-17T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:17:04.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months and Yet Yesterday</title><content type='html'>the sages tell us&lt;br /&gt;that time stops for no one&lt;br /&gt;and yet the hands on the clock&lt;br /&gt;stood completely still&lt;br /&gt;words piercing&lt;br /&gt;hands wringing&lt;br /&gt;feet pacing across&lt;br /&gt;cold linoleum&lt;br /&gt;six months ago&lt;br /&gt;and yet the senses are as sharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the harsh drone of the machines&lt;br /&gt;visitors shaking their heads in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;doctors, dumbfounded and uncomforting,&lt;br /&gt;in their crisp whites and blues&lt;br /&gt;shuffling in and out of the sterile room&lt;br /&gt;our palms tightly clasped&lt;br /&gt;praying with unparalleled faith&lt;br /&gt;to all persuasions for better news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there were&lt;br /&gt;the kind, gentle whispers&lt;br /&gt;that hundreds from&lt;br /&gt;far and wide came to plant&lt;br /&gt;in your ears, softly saying &lt;br /&gt;"Anuj, I love you"&lt;br /&gt;"thank you for all that you did for me"&lt;br /&gt;"you will always be with us&lt;br /&gt;and we with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hema&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-6963310260495798911?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/6963310260495798911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=6963310260495798911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6963310260495798911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/6963310260495798911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/six-months-and-yet-yesterday.html' title='Six Months and Yet Yesterday'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-7809131402907259951</id><published>2006-11-14T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:14:20.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking for Your Kidneys: Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anuj took part in his first &lt;a href="http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/walking-for-your-kidneys-part-i.html"&gt;Kidney Walk&lt;/a&gt;, we believe he found it to be a fun activity that was also an effective way to raise money for a great cause - The National Kidney Foundation. The next year, instead of just participating, Anuj decided that he would play a leadership role in organizing the annual event. For several weeks before the 2005 Walk, Anuj would drive 40 miles from San Leandro to San Jose early on Saturday mornings to plan the event with fellow volunteer leaders and Kidney Foundation staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3323/3647/1600/IMG_3653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3323/3647/200/IMG_3653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking participants in and raising money before the Kidney Walk. Spring 2005.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the morning of the Kidney Walk, by the time the rest of the Mohan family arrived, Anuj was already at Shoreline Park in Mountain View manning the registration desk and generally making sure that the event progressed smoothly. He made new friends, joked with family, and took part in the walk, all the while with one eye focused on the logistics of the fundraiser. Afterwards, he stayed behind to help his fellow volunteers clean up and reflect upon an effort that raised tens of thousands of dollars for families afflicted with kidney disease all over the Bay Area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3323/3647/1600/IMG_3664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3323/3647/200/IMG_3664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking to raise money for kidney health with the family near San Francisco Bay. Spring 2005&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anuj didn't volunteer for these types of efforts out of a sense of duty. Obligation is only a motivating factor when one feels that the endeavor is arduous in some way. To Anuj, helping people was never arduous, but rather simply the way he lived his life. He just enjoyed, and derived a sense of fulfillment from, going out of his way for others. It was this outlook that allowed Anuj to make such an indelible impact on those around him despite his short time on this earth. We can only imagine how he would have channeled this passion for helping those in need if he was blessed with more years with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-7809131402907259951?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/7809131402907259951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=7809131402907259951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7809131402907259951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/7809131402907259951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/walking-for-your-kidneys-part-ii.html' title='Walking for Your Kidneys: Part II'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-9111510641043645360</id><published>2006-11-12T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:40:02.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking for Your Kidneys: Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3323/3647/1600/116_1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3323/3647/200/116_1606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Among the various charitable causes and community organizations Anuj was involved with, one had particular significance - &lt;strong&gt;The National Kidney Foundation&lt;/strong&gt;. When his father was diagnosed with severe kidney disease in 2002, a condition that would eventually require a transplant, Anuj put forth a herculean effort to ensure that he received the best healthcare possible. As some friends and family know, Anuj essentially saved his father's life by negotiating the labyrinth of governmental and medical organizations in India and the US to make sure that a transplant would eventually be possible. The story of Anuj's energy, ingenuity and persistence in this effort is the stuff of multi-generational family legend and will be shared on this blog at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given Dad's kidney disease, Anuj thought about finding a way to help others while he was helping his family. The National Kidney Foundation seemed to be the perfect vehicle for this. The Foundation is a national voluntary health organization seeking to prevent kidney and urinary tract diseases, improve the health and well-being of individuals and families affected by these diseases, and increase the availability of all organs for transplantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3323/3647/1600/116_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3323/3647/200/116_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.kidneynca.org/events/2004_KidneyWalk_Pictures.asp"&gt;Kidney Walk&lt;/a&gt; is one of the most important events put on every year by community chapters of the Foundation. It is a way for families touched by kidney disease to spend time with each other and their supporters while raising money through a walk. As in other charity walks, participants gather contributions from their friends, family and colleagues leading up to the event. In fact the walk is the primary fund-raising vehicle and thus critical to supporting the organization's mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2004, the Mohan family took part in the Kidney Walk, walking as well as logistically supporting the event that took place at Shoreline Park in Mountain View. The day consisted of breakfast, Tai Chi, and of course, the actual walk. Thousands of dollars were raised along with the spirits of the participating families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj, displaying his penchant for leadership and desire to go the extra mile to help others, decided that just participating in these events was not enough. The next year, he would play a more active role. We will describe this in our next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about the National Kidney Foundation, click below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidney.org"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3323/3647/200/logo_nkf_horiz.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-9111510641043645360?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/9111510641043645360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=9111510641043645360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/9111510641043645360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/9111510641043645360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/walking-for-your-kidneys-part-i.html' title='Walking for Your Kidneys: Part I'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-389134418796289142</id><published>2006-11-10T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T21:11:53.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please don't ask if I'm over it yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never be over it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't tell me he's in a better place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His isn't here with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't tell me you know how I feel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless you have lost a child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't ask me if I feel better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't tell me at least you had him for so many years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What year would you choose for your child to die?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't tell me God never gives us more than we can bear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please just say you're sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please just say you remember my child, if you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please just let me talk about my child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please mention my child's name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please just let me cry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3323/3647/1600/anujmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3323/3647/320/anujmom.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Anuj. Spring 2004.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-389134418796289142?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/389134418796289142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=389134418796289142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/389134418796289142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/389134418796289142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116304772249474719</id><published>2006-11-08T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:30.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A good leader inspires people to have confidence in the leader, a great leader inspires people to have confidence in themselves."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day when so many people, from political junkies to casual observers, are focused on changes in Washington DC, our thoughts naturally turned to what all these events are fundamentally about - leadership. So many of those in the public arena today embody the boisterous, combative, egocentric style of leadership. As his friends tell us over and over, Anuj was just the opposite. He was a true leader because he led by example. Anuj focused not on himself but rather on ensuring that those around him realized their true potential. He believed in people and made sure they knew that. This gave them the confidence to succeed, thereby allowing Anuj to calmly and quietly lead them to accomplish the goal at hand, whether it was small or large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/whitehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/whitehouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj in front of the White House during a college roadtrip to Washington DC. During the mid-nineties.&lt;/p&gt;Given the innumerable stories related to us about Anuj's leadership, we suspect this will be just the first of many posts on this subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116304772249474719?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116304772249474719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116304772249474719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116304772249474719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116304772249474719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/leadership.html' title='Leadership'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116278791063425201</id><published>2006-11-05T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:30.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Along with all his other interests, Anuj was a big news junkie. No matter how busy he was, Anuj always found a way to stay well-versed in the day's current events from all corners of the world. When it came to a discussion of the political, cultural or economic zeitgeist, his friends and family knew that they could always find an informed and thoughtful partner in Anuj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/election.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/320/election.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before dinner on election night. Fall 2004. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since Anuj shared this interest with other members of the Mohan family, election season resulted in many spirited discussions and debates. Instead of taking a black and white, Democratic or Republican, stand like many are inclined to do, Anuj could be counted on to offer a more nuanced position on the issues. That is what made discussing politics with him so interesting. Anuj invariably managed to offer an insight not put forward in newspaper op-eds or political blogs. He would quietly and systematically lay out his argument for why his vote would go a certain way. After that he made sure to listen carefully to opposing opinions and offer rebuttal only after thoughtfully considering those views. And just as importantly, unlike many engaged in public debate today, he refrained from offering empty or regurgitated commentary on issues he had not formulated a clear opinion on. Maybe it was all those years of leading his winning debate team in high school. Whatever the reason, Anuj brought an original perspective to any conversation on current events especially during an election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last major election we shared with him was 2004. Anuj came by after voting and we watched the presidential and congressional election results unfold throughout the evening together. We joked about the political gaffes committed by the main contenders, shared differing opinions on the candidates' political strategies, and generally had a good time over dinner flipping between the various networks and cable news channels for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, in the current heated election season, we miss Anuj's measured discourse, amusing observances, and willingness to always hear another view. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116278791063425201?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116278791063425201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116278791063425201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116278791063425201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116278791063425201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/election-night.html' title='Election Night'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116267136459463922</id><published>2006-11-04T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:30.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We Hold Anuj as an Ideal"</title><content type='html'>The Wharton School has produced a feature story on Anuj. It is running as the lead on the school's website along with a picture of him. Click on the link below to read Wharton's account about Anuj's impact on the school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wharton.upenn.edu/whartonfacts/news_and_events/features/2006/f_2006_10_562.html"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/400/clip_image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116267136459463922?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116267136459463922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116267136459463922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116267136459463922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116267136459463922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-hold-anuj-as-ideal.html' title='&quot;We Hold Anuj as an Ideal&quot;'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116244447128964873</id><published>2006-11-01T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:17:07.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarship Update: Online Donation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks to our partners at &lt;a href="http://www.siliconvalleycf.org/about"&gt;Silicon Valley Community Foundation&lt;/a&gt;, the Bay Area foundation that is helping manage the Anuj Mohan Scholarship Fund, we have now added online donation as an option to those who would like to support this cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/06/scholarship-frequently-asked-questions.html"&gt;As mentioned before&lt;/a&gt;, the scholarship fund aims to provide deserving students from underprivileged families the opportunity to attend MIT and Wharton. Providing equal access to life-changing educational opportunities was very important to Anuj and our goal is to continue his legacy into perpetuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silicon Valley Community Foundation has made the process of online donation very easy. Simply click on the button under "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.siliconvalleycf.org/anujmohan"&gt;Donate Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" in the Anuj Mohan Scholarship Fund section along the right-hand column of this blog. This will take you to a page hosted on the Silicon Valley Community Foundation website about Anuj's life and the scholarship fund. Near the top of this page is another link to the PayPal-powered online donation page. Simply fill out the form as instructed - indicating the Anuj Mohan Scholarship Fund in the "Payment For" box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again to our family and friends from around the world for their continuing support of our efforts to honor Anuj and help talented kids in his name for many years to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/AnujMIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/320/AnujMIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj on a trip to Boston. Summer 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116244447128964873?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116244447128964873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116244447128964873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116244447128964873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116244447128964873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/11/scholarship-update-online-donation.html' title='Scholarship Update: Online Donation'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116234408662845502</id><published>2006-10-31T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:29.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins and Jack O' Lanterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As kids growing up in small town Michigan, Anuj and Neal thoroughly enjoyed Halloween. Often their costumes fit together in a theme. One year, during their G.I. Joe phase, the two brothers went as Army Rangers (Kapil was way to small to pass as a soldier at that point.) A lot of planning and coordination went into those costumes including trips to the military surplus store and coordination with the neighbor kids so they could trick-or-treat as a unit of four. Trick-or-treating in Saline was great fun as most homes were very welcoming.  There were kids all over the neighborhood with bags of candy steadily growing heavier. Anuj would sometimes run into an elementary school friend or two on his route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the weeks leading up to Halloween, the Mohan family would pick out pumpkins from the local farmer's market and Anuj would carve them with Dad. Over the years the two of them got pretty good at this ritual. Regardless of the outcome though, the newly carved jack o' lanterns were proudly displayed outside the front door where they would welcome costumed kids to pick out candy from the Mohan stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago, Anuj brought a huge pumpkin over to Mom and Dad's home in the Bay Area. There he and Dad rekindled their love of carving pumpkins together. After years of being out of practice though, the results were not as good as they were growing up in Michigan. Undaunted, Mom used some of the pumpkin to create an Indian vegetable dish that was actually quite tasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/0206814-R1-005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/0206814-R1-005-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pumpkin Anuj helped carve a few years ago. Fall 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116234408662845502?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116234408662845502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116234408662845502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116234408662845502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116234408662845502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/pumpkins-and-jack-o-lanterns.html' title='Pumpkins and Jack O&apos; Lanterns'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116209349328061832</id><published>2006-10-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:29.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, like everyday, I miss you so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/brothers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/400/brothers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj and Neal together in Boston. Summer 1998.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116209349328061832?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116209349328061832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116209349328061832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116209349328061832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116209349328061832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-beloved-brother.html' title='My Beloved Brother'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116191931462906710</id><published>2006-10-26T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:29.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Friend's Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Remarks by one of Anuj's close friends at his memorial service...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anuj was my cohort-mate, my partner in the leadership of the entrepreneurship club, and my close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Anuj passed away this summer I spent a lot of time talking to and commiserating with many of Anuj’s friends. The predominant theme in these exchanges was 'I just can’t believe he’s gone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did everyone say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason why people couldn’t believe this sad news was because Anuj was so full of life. He was always smiling. He was always doing something new. He was always making a new friend or helping an old one. It was simply impossible for people to believe that someone so alive was no longer with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say about someone who was so full of life that his friends and colleagues can’t even comprehend his passing? One of histories most famous eulogies was given by Pericles, a 5th century BC Athenian Statesman. In it he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'It is hard to speak properly upon a subject where it is even &lt;a name="625"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;difficult to convince your hearers that you are speaking the truth. On &lt;a name="626"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the one hand, the friend who is familiar with every fact of the story may &lt;a name="627"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;think that some point has not been set forth with that fullness which he &lt;a name="628"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wishes and knows it to deserve; on the other, he who is a stranger to the &lt;a name="629"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;matter may … suspect exaggeration.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clearly this is the problem when we talk about Anuj. He was on Wharton’s Director’s List, the President of the Entrepreneurship Club, raised money for the National Kidney Foundation, a member of Alpha Delta Phi Fraternity, a leader in bringing guest speakers to Wharton, and a published researcher at MIT. If you hadn’t known Anuj, you might think I was exaggerating in this list of accomplishments. But if you were privileged enough to have known him, you would understand that this list of accomplishments barely begins to describe the man who Anuj was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me Anuj was a dear friend and confidant first and foremost. Last winter we ran cases with each other to prepare for consulting interviews – which as many of you know is an onerous experience at best. But Anuj’s chipper mood and good nature made the task enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to honor Anuj’s memory is to continue the work about which he was passionate. The Mohan family has already done an excellent job of this by setting up the Anuj Mohan Scholarship Fund. I think all of Anuj’s friends are extremely grateful for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Entrepreneurship Club is doing two additional things towards this end:&lt;br /&gt;· First, we are dedicating the 2006-2007 e-club in Anuj’s honor and remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;· Second, Anuj had a vision for creating a Wharton equivalent to the Mayfield Program. The Mayfield fund pairs students with partners at prominent VC firms. These partners act as a mentor to the student and arrange for them to have an internship in one of their portfolio company. This program is a great exemplar of Anuj’s passion for entrepreneurship and helping his community. The e-club is dedicated to making Anuj’s vision a reality. We hope that this program will serve as a perpetual monument to Anuj’s memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion I will quote Pericles once again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'Be comforted in the glory of those that are gone … and remember that the struggle to emulate them will be an arduous one.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116191931462906710?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116191931462906710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116191931462906710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116191931462906710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116191931462906710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-his-friends-words.html' title='In His Friend&apos;s Words'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116175206687336629</id><published>2006-10-24T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:29.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brightening Our Special Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anuj invariably found a way to make special days brighter. Whether it was delivering a moving and memorable best man toast, supporting a friend on a significant occasion, or going out of his way to swing by and say "happy birthday", Anuj was always there. Any event that was important to his friends and family was automatically very important for him as well. That is why we know that even though he is no longer physically with us, Anuj will still somehow find a way to be there on our special days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/hemabirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/320/hemabirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sharing a celebration at Mom and Dad's house. Fall 2004.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116175206687336629?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116175206687336629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116175206687336629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116175206687336629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116175206687336629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/brightening-our-special-days.html' title='Brightening Our Special Days'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116158134127394347</id><published>2006-10-22T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:28.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/IMG_0218.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/IMG_0218.0.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the early fall season, Northern California enjoys a virtually uninterrupted string of clear, cloudless evenings. This Diwali was no exception. Gazing upon the starlit sky, we could not help but think that one of the twinkling points of light was Anuj smiling down upon us this holiday. As &lt;a href="http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/festival-of-lights.html"&gt;previously described&lt;/a&gt;, for most years of his life, Anuj took the lead in lighting up the family's home on Diwali. Seeing the many bright stars breaking up the surrounding blackness last night, we knew Anuj was doing the same this year even though he was not physically with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2002, when his parents first moved to the Bay Area, Anuj was able to spend Diwali with them after an interval of many years. He enthusiastically helped Dad put up lights in their apartment. The hooks and nails he put in place then would be used in every subsequent year when the Mohan family brought out the lights to mark the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year on what would be his final Diwali, Anuj called Mom from Philadelphia to tell her that he had bought some lights for his apartment. Given his intense schedule at business school, he could not make the trip out to California to share the holiday with his family. Nevertheless, he was determined to celebrate by lighting up his home just as he did while growing up. And he wanted to remind his parents to do the same using, of course, those very hooks he put up years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/anujdiwali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/anujdiwali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj and Dad lighting clay lamps at his parents' home. Fall 2004.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116158134127394347?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116158134127394347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116158134127394347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116158134127394347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116158134127394347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/starry-night.html' title='Starry Night'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116141304932279232</id><published>2006-10-20T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:28.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/lamp1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="70" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/lamp1.0.jpg" width="79" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diwali, also called the 'Festival of Lights' is one of the most important Indian holidays of the year. It marks the triumph of good over evil and people celebrate it all over the world by joyously lighting lamps throughout their homes. In India, children enjoy setting off fireworks of every shape and form from sparklers to bottle rockets. While growing up, Diwali was one of Anuj's favorite times of the year. Perhaps it was because the festival's message of righteousness, renewal and passionate celebration fit so well with his outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, a few days before the big day, he would excitedly join Neal in selecting the loudest and brightest fireworks from a stand near Dad's office. The two of them would then carefully plan out how the Diwali light and sound show would unfold. On the day itself Anuj would always be the first to volunteer to set up candles, clay lamps (or &lt;em&gt;diyas&lt;/em&gt;) and other forms of light throughout the Mohan household. He would even climb up on the ledge around the perimeter of the house to make sure it was properly lighted. Oh, how he enjoyed celebrating Diwali to its fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/diwali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/320/diwali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/diwali.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anuj lighting candles on the ledge of the Mohan family home. Lucknow, India. Fall 1993. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally after a big dinner, the fireworks show would start. Anuj particularly liked the large bottle rockets. They created the most dazzling and far-reaching display. Sometimes defective ones would explode without launching and he would come very close to getting seriously injured. But Anuj didn't care. He was too caught up in the excitement of creating a spectacular sequence of lights in the night sky . Often he would carry firecrackers in his pocket until he found a suitable place to set them off despite Mom and Dad's repeated reminders about how dangerous that was. Anuj and Neal would spend many carefree hours putting on a show while little Kapil watched from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is Diwali. It will of course never be the same. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116141304932279232?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116141304932279232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116141304932279232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116141304932279232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116141304932279232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/festival-of-lights.html' title='Festival of Lights'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116124291542832634</id><published>2006-10-19T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:28.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Beautifully</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Living well and beautifully and justly are all one thing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Socrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj embodied this principle every single day. Those of us who knew him will always remember just how well he led his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/AnujOcean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/320/AnujOcean.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj at Sunset Cliffs Park in San Diego. Summer 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116124291542832634?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116124291542832634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116124291542832634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116124291542832634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116124291542832634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/living-beautifully.html' title='Living Beautifully'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116106338410741572</id><published>2006-10-16T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:28.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Promenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/IMG_1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/320/IMG_1274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj, Kapil and Hema in Santa Monica, California. Spring 2006. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Earlier this year Anuj and his family were strolling down the Third Street Promenade near the beach in Santa Monica, California. Hema recalls that afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We stopped several times to observe street performers, reveling in the convivial atmosphere that attracts so many tourists and LA natives alike to this strip. Anuj and I were walking and chatting about his past year at Wharton when he stopped to look at a store across the street. "We discussed that store in one of our classes," he said slipping his hands into his pockets. It was Zara, a popular clothing store with showrooms in over 60 countries around the world. We decided to poke around the store for a few minutes. Once inside, I told him about my numerous shopping excursions at Zara. I showed him the price tags, which for many years would force shoppers to look at two columns of flags and prices in various currencies to track down the cost in US dollars. They had simplified the tags in recent years. He listened attentively, nodding his head while asking interesting questions about price points and what made women want to shop at Zara. As we walked outside, I realized that I had learned a lot about Zara from Anuj, but it wasn't by him regurgitating a bunch of facts he had gathered in business school. He taught me—whether or not his intent—by asking me a myriad of insightful questions. His was an insatiable, curious mind. No matter how much he knew about a particular topic, Anuj always felt he could learn something more. In sharing this curiosity so readily with those around him, he invariably helped others learn something new."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116106338410741572?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116106338410741572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116106338410741572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116106338410741572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116106338410741572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-promenade.html' title='On the Promenade'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116080949796277149</id><published>2006-10-13T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:27.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning from Anuj</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/Scan10027.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/Scan10027.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several of Anuj's friends have commented on this blog and elsewhere about what a gifted teacher he was. Whether it was hanging out in the dorm lounge to help some freshmen with tough MIT problem sets or staying an extra hour after an orientation session to help a fellow new MBA student who was a little rusty at calculus, Anuj always found a way to help. He had a knack for conveying even the most complex and apparently opaque ideas with utter clarity and ease, ensuring that his friends ultimately grasped the concept, whatever the subject was. Anuj's style was to guide people along to finding the answer themselves instead of simply handing it to them. When it came to teaching something to others, he adhered to the old adage that it was better to teach a man how to fish than to catch a fish for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic19.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/pic19.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps the clearest example of this occurred not while he was deconstructing a business school case study for his project team or solving a product design challenge at work but rather during the simple act of tying a shoelace. One afternoon many years ago, Anuj gave his kid brother Kapil a pair of shoes he no longer wore. Kapil was extremely excited and started to try them on. But he was very young and did not know how to tie the laces on his newly acquired shoes. Until that point, Dad always tied them for him. So Kapil asked Anuj if he could team him. According to Kapil, Anuj did not tie the shoelaces for him or even show him how to do it. Instead he asked his brother to do the actual tying while he walked him through the steps. That way he ensured that Kapil not only learned how to tie his shoelaces but would not forget soon after. That afternoon, in about a minute, Anuj gave his younger brother a simple skill to carry with him for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, Kapil realized the reason that he was able to learn from Anuj so fast was that while teaching something, Anuj created an atmosphere where it was okay to fail. This allowed people to take a chance and try something new on their own instead of waiting for the answer to be handed to them. This calm and comfortable yet articulate and precise style worked regardless of whether the topic was computer science or tying shoelaces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116080949796277149?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116080949796277149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116080949796277149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116080949796277149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116080949796277149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/learning-from-anuj.html' title='Learning from Anuj'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116059117373711663</id><published>2006-10-11T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:27.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anuj's Handiwork: More Examples...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/Scan10022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/Scan10022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/Scan10025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/Scan10025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anuj building a set of benches from planks of plywood with his friends. This was one of the freshman pledge projects in his college fraternity. On the right is the finished product. These benches still exist today over 10 years later. Anuj showed them to his parents when he took them to MIT in 2004. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/Scan10023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/Scan10023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anuj refinishing a set of rooms in his fraternity while in college.  This was part of another team project.  His friends all appreciated how Anuj made all these tasks so much more fun through his casual laugh, great stories and knack for taking any challenge that came up in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116059117373711663?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116059117373711663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116059117373711663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116059117373711663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116059117373711663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/anujs-handiwork-more-examples.html' title='Anuj&apos;s Handiwork: More Examples...'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116035394516390287</id><published>2006-10-08T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:27.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anuj's Handiwork</title><content type='html'>Anybody who spent time with Anuj knew what an incredible mind he had. We've already written about some of his contributions in the &lt;a href="http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/07/shoulders-of-giants.html"&gt;academic&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/09/architects-legacy.html"&gt;professional&lt;/a&gt; worlds. However, Anuj also enjoyed working with his hands. The engineer in him really liked to build stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj would often spend weekend afternoons constructing things from scratch like a bookshelf for his growing literature collection. Once he brought an old breakfast table to his parents' home. When they asked what it was for, he simply said it was going to be a project that he and Dad would work on together. Anuj thought it would be a great way for the two engineers to spend time together turning something apparently past its prime into a useful piece of furniture. Anuj and Dad proceeded to repair, sand and varnish the table until it was like new. They both had a great time working on it that weekend. Mom and Dad used that table for years afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, Anuj once built an entire basketball court in a week with some of his fraternity brothers. It was during "Work Week" when all residents took part in projects that contributed to the physical betterment of the house or otherwise improved life in the fraternity. Seeing potential in an irregularly shaped dead space behind the house, Anuj led a project to turn it into a recreation area that would be used not only by current residents but future classes for years to come. The finished product was not NBA quality by any means but it stands as a testament to what a powerful combination vision and craftsmanship can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/11%20-%20Anuj%20removing%20rotten%20drywall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/11%20-%20Anuj%20removing%20rotten%20drywall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anuj removing some rotten drywall while at Wharton.&lt;p&gt;Anuj took his affinity for hands-on work into business school as well. This was particularly useful during a "Rebuilding Together" project where he spent hours reconstructing a home for underprivileged members of Philadelphia society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bookshelf, table, basketball court and house are part of Anuj's legacy of creativity. These tangible reminders of his time with us are the physical complement to the innumerable novel and insightful ideas he left behind. We know that both will benefit his family and our society for years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116035394516390287?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116035394516390287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116035394516390287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116035394516390287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116035394516390287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/anujs-handiwork_08.html' title='Anuj&apos;s Handiwork'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116024643734353108</id><published>2006-10-07T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:27.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Good Grief"</title><content type='html'>Today, The New York Times ran an op-ed by Amitai Etzioni, a sociology professor at George Washington University, about how he has coped with the loss of loved ones.  We wanted to include it in this blog because it is a matter of fact and thoroughly accurate encapsulation of how families grieve the loss of one of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/07/opinion/07etzioni.html?_r=1&amp;oref=login"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/07/opinion/07etzioni.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=login&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Grief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By AMITAI ETZIONI&lt;br /&gt;Published: October 7, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOON after my wife died — her car slid off an icy road in 1985 — a school psychologist warned me that my children and I were not mourning in the right way. We felt angry; the proper first stage, he said, is denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late August this year, my 38-year-old son, Michael, died suddenly in his sleep, leaving behind a 2-year-old son and a wife expecting their next child. When, at Michael’s funeral in Los Angeles, I was about to say a few words to the people assembled, the rabbi whispered that I need not fear speaking publicly — “Just go with the flow,” she urged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On both occasions, I had a hard time not telling the free advice givers to get lost, or something less printable along the same lines. There is no set form for grief, and no “right” way to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eulogy I divulged that I believe in a God who brings meaning to the world, but that my belief has been severely tested. I missed seeing God in the killing fields of Cambodia, and he seems too busy to show up in Darfur, or to shine his face on either the Sunnis or the Shiites in Iraq. With a rising voice, I asked: How could God allow a son to be taken from his aging, ailing father? A devoted husband to be torn from the arms of his loving wife in the middle of the night? How could he allow a 2-year-old to be left searching for his father in vain, or deny an infant the chance to see the father even once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I shared a copy of my eulogy with a philosopher friend in Washington, he took me for a walk in the woods. “You must know,” he lectured, “that God is not a micromanager. He does not dish out specific goods or condone specific evils. He leaves these acts — and the choices involved — to us. If the good and bad were given to us, we would not be choosing, moral creatures.”&lt;br /&gt;This was all too intellectual for me. I did not choose for anyone to lay a glove on those I loved most, let alone send them on their last journey long before it was due. There might be an explanation for why God-awful things happen to very good people, but my colleague did not bring me an inch closer to accepting my ill fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be an expectation that, after a great loss, we will progress systematically through the well-known stages of grief. It is wrong, we are told, to jump to anger — or to wallow too long in this stage before moving toward acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was, and am, angry. To make parents bury their children is wrong; to have both my wife and son taken from me, for forever and a day, is cruel beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relative from Jerusalem who is a psychiatrist brought some solace by citing the maxim: “We are not to ask why, but what.” The “what” is that which survivors in grief are bound to do for one another. Following that advice, my family, close friends and I keep busy, calling each other and giving long answers to simple questions like, “How did your day go today?” We try to avoid thinking about either the immediate past or the bereft future. We take turns playing with Max, Michael’s 2-year-old son. Friends spend nights with the young widow, and will be among those holding her hand when the baby is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presume that many a psychiatrist and New Age minister would point out that by keeping busy we avoid “healthy” grieving. To hell with that; the void left by our loss is just too deep. For now, focusing on what we do for one another is the only consolation we can find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116024643734353108?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116024643734353108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116024643734353108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116024643734353108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116024643734353108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-grief.html' title='&quot;Good Grief&quot;'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-116011481166564552</id><published>2006-10-05T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:26.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You</title><content type='html'>In sleep&lt;br /&gt;I see you beaming&lt;br /&gt;the dimple&lt;br /&gt;on your right cheek&lt;br /&gt;your teeth peeking&lt;br /&gt;from behind your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake&lt;br /&gt;to scour every room&lt;br /&gt;hoping to hear you&lt;br /&gt;rap at the door&lt;br /&gt;faded &lt;em&gt;kalavas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on your right wrist&lt;br /&gt;getting in from a long&lt;br /&gt;distant journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day passes&lt;br /&gt;and I find you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;in every waking thought&lt;br /&gt;at the stoplight&lt;br /&gt;in the market&lt;br /&gt;beside me while&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving to an abode&lt;br /&gt;that isn't a home&lt;br /&gt;to a family that isn't whole&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-116011481166564552?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/116011481166564552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=116011481166564552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116011481166564552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/116011481166564552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/without-you.html' title='Without You'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29879547.post-115993685710149107</id><published>2006-10-04T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:55:26.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrepreneurship at Wharton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/IMG_0264.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/200/IMG_0264.1.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we have &lt;a href="http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/08/software-entrepreneurship-part-i.html"&gt;blogged about before&lt;/a&gt;, entrepreneurship was in Anuj's blood. In fact, it was something he gravitated towards in every stage of his life no matter what organization he was part of. His time in the MBA program at Wharton was no exception. Soon after arriving on campus Anuj started engaging in events and activities geared towards current and aspiring entrepreneurs. He joined the Wharton Entrepreneurship Club where he brought business leaders to campus to share their experiences, managed expert panels at gatherings such as the annual Technology Conference, and generally led efforts to cultivate an environment where entrepreneurial ideas would thrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj not only participated in and eventually led programs that had existed previously at Wharton but, as any true entrepreneur would, brought a set of new ideas with him as well. One such idea was putting in place a fellowship for entrepreneurs at Wharton that would consist of a rigorous sequence of courses, a paid internship at a startup, and regular mentoring from industry leaders. Modeled after the &lt;a href="http://stvp.stanford.edu/teaching/mayfield.html"&gt;Mayfield Fellows&lt;/a&gt; program at Stanford, this program would be sponsored by a prominent VC firm and allow deserving MBA students to hone their practical skills, and gain real experience, in the leadership of new business ventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time Anuj's passion for entrepreneurship and ability to lead organizations, large and small, became apparent to his fellow students. He was elected &lt;strong&gt;Co-President of the Wharton Entrepreneurship Club&lt;/strong&gt;. Anuj was incredibly excited to serve his classmates in this role and planned to implement a number of innovative programs during his second year, including his fellowship idea. Given his track record of finding a way to get things done for the people who counted on him, we have no doubt that he would have turned many of his new ideas into reality for the Wharton community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click below to learn more about the E-Club:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wharton-eclub.com/main/index.aspx?MenuItemID=36&amp;MenuID=1&amp;amp;PageID=16"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/320/eclub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29879547-115993685710149107?l=anujmohan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/feeds/115993685710149107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29879547&amp;postID=115993685710149107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/115993685710149107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29879547/posts/default/115993685710149107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anujmohan.blogspot.com/2006/10/entrepreneurship-at-wharton.html' title='Entrepreneurship at Wharton'/><author><name>In Memory of Anuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05477386394920604284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2022/3194/1600/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
