tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54321828192890964512024-02-06T20:13:43.314-08:00ZENITHMY IMAGINATIONS, MY PERCEPTIONS, MY PERSPECTIVES...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-26272409818680145732012-12-17T07:18:00.001-08:002014-06-14T00:17:56.614-07:00A far cry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQRDZ0-t7xngjpNVf3NnVYSBOYOx_jbSyzZCVxK4I4hkxG1trRSri44rC3TMAh7MnBOxVl0d2HTCNwLH1Chgw807gGOQoyFcMdwKJPl4i3WnptuHCwtkD-oJwI_l3lc0WVS142S_3d8Sf/s1600/final+cry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQRDZ0-t7xngjpNVf3NnVYSBOYOx_jbSyzZCVxK4I4hkxG1trRSri44rC3TMAh7MnBOxVl0d2HTCNwLH1Chgw807gGOQoyFcMdwKJPl4i3WnptuHCwtkD-oJwI_l3lc0WVS142S_3d8Sf/s320/final+cry.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Once upon a time Gabriel heard a cry</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">A cry that was emancipating,</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">A cry that made him want her,</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">But his quest became relentless</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He searched her everywhere</span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">From the dense forests to the underworld;</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">Agast! She was nowhere.</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">Was she like a mist?</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">Or a drop of hue or an oyster deep below the ocean?</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">She was a mystery.</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">Gabriel wanted her</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">He became restless,</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">He became a wanderer;</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">He wanted to consummate her.</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">All for a cry?</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">But he found her</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">She was in 'inferno'</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">It was an eerie feeling when Gabriel saw her</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">Her soul was stuck in a mirror.</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">It was in unbearable pain,</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">Gabriel couldn't watch her in pain,</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">He set her free</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;">Her soul bid adieu with a final kiss.</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
</span>
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-64101846904654383912012-04-02T04:40:00.003-07:002015-03-30T03:34:23.458-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
An interview with Bollywood actor Vidyut Jammwal published in <i>Yuva.</i><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Force To Reckon</span><br />
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"><i style="background-color: white;"><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"><i style="background-color: white;">By Tanusree Charaborty</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"><i style="background-color: white;"><br /></i></span>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NrD1omFaXcOtzOHkRY1Hwh6pT0VQeBqTsz0avLNXGr9kqFVQvgtS92N3w8w6BxF3yh7v2FMc3bTp6WEY_vZgtOWBRRau8L8OigyqNq1gwbzl37KjRy2fOQ4CGqisrarqd4Jj55jd_qAz/s1600/vidyut300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NrD1omFaXcOtzOHkRY1Hwh6pT0VQeBqTsz0avLNXGr9kqFVQvgtS92N3w8w6BxF3yh7v2FMc3bTp6WEY_vZgtOWBRRau8L8OigyqNq1gwbzl37KjRy2fOQ4CGqisrarqd4Jj55jd_qAz/s1600/vidyut300.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">Vidyut Jammwal who plays John Abraham’s opponent in Force, wants to be the biggest action star in Bollywood. This model-turned-actor bagged a role in the movie accidentally. The actor who was travelling when the auditions were going on, met the director after his return and showed him one of his action videos. The director instantly liked him and asked Vidyut to audition for the role after he was briefed on the plot. He beat hundreds of people and bagged the role of Vishnu – a normal guy whose character gets progressively psychotic.</span></div>
<div class="para" style="padding-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;"><br /><strong>Life after your debut in Force: </strong>Life has almost taken a 360 degree turn. Everything seems to be better. I am enjoying the kind of attention I get these days.<br /><br /><strong>Your martial art repertoire: </strong>I started learning martial arts at the age of three. I have spent most of my childhood at an ashram in Kerala where I learned it. I am also a National level gymnast. I even have a stunt team of 12 boys who reside in the slums of Matunga and Dharavi in Mumbai who I have trained myself. The martial art that I practice is an amalgamation of different forms such as jujutsu, gymnastics, etc.<br /><br /><strong>Action flicks or experimental roles: </strong>I want to set a benchmark as an action hero so I would prefer to do more action flicks. But at the same time, I would like to try roles in comedies, dramas and romantic movies too. I would love to experiment with the roles I play.<br /><br /><strong>Vidyut in real life and in reel life: </strong>There is a contrast. In real life, I believe in integrity and honesty. I am not a party animal and there are no late nights for me.<br />Rugged look or clean shaven look: It entirely depends on my mood. I love both looks.<br /><br /><strong>Your idea of a perfect woman would be: </strong>Well, the person should be open and honest. Self introspection is a must. I believe in beauty that’s within.<br /><br /><strong>One thing that no one knows about you: </strong>On a day when I am not shooting, I train for 10 hours.<br /><br /><strong>Essentials in a guy’s closet: </strong>A pair of superb shoes, sports glares and every guy should own own a good suit and an amazing watch.<br /> <br /><strong>Social networking to you is: </strong>A superb tool. But honestly speaking, this phenomenon hasn’t hit me yet.<br /><br /><strong>Your thoughts on the saying, “You’re single until you’re married”: </strong>It is just a state of mind. If a person is committed then she/he is simply committed. Be it before marriage or after marriage. I do not believe in this saying.<br /><br /><strong>One actress you find sexy: </strong>There are two actually – Kareena Kapoor and Priyanka Chopra.<br /><br /><strong>Worst pick-up line that a woman has used on you: </strong>Where are the women who use pick-up lines these days?<br /><br /><strong>[As told to Tanusree Chakraborty]</strong></span></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-76409533165242286052012-04-02T04:36:00.003-07:002015-03-30T03:34:51.156-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #0c343d;">This is one of my published works. The article got published in December 2012 issue of <i>Yuva </i>magazine.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto;">True Grit</span><br />
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">
<span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"><i style="background-color: white;">By Tanusree Chakraborty</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"><i style="background-color: white;"><br /></i></span></div>
<div class="para" style="padding-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify;">
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">Would you contemplate skiing 350 miles, braving sub-zero temperatures across the Greenlandic ice cap instead of heading for sun-baked Goa? Deeya Bajaj did just that. She skipped the mall and movie plans like most her age and participated in an arduous cross-country skiing expedition held in Greenland earlier this year. At 17, she is one of the youngest skiers’ to have skied across Greenland, braving temperatures as low as -40 degrees Celsius, also making it one of her toughest expeditions.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">Her main aim to participate in the expedition was to put forth the issue of the girl child. Her parents are patrons of a children’s home in Haridwar for children of leprosy patients. These children are shunned by society and, sometimes their parents, because of the social stigma attached to the disease. “This home, run by Divya Prem Sewa Mission, provided shelter for boys and I initiated the idea of starting a girls’ wing at the home,” says Deeya. People pledged money for every kilometre that Deeya skied and she raised R3 lakh for the girls’ wing.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">The Mission agreed to use their present infrastructure and to initially bring in 12 girls, who were siblings of the resident boys. “The award I felt recognised this effort and I am glad I was able to do my bit for the cause,” she adds.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">Talking to <em>Yuva</em> of her experience, she says, “I feel I am more confident taking on challenges now. The tough conditions and the white out blizzards had me dipping into my physical and mental strength reserves to ensure that I didn’t give up. Being the youngest in the expedition team, I could have slowed down the team and they would have understood, but I didn’t want to be the weak link.”</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">Running West to East across the Greenlandic ice cap, the Trans Greenland Ski Expedition is one of the expeditions in the Polar Trilogy, which also includes skiing to the North Pole and the South Pole. Following the line of the Arctic Circle between Kangerlussuaq on the West Coast and Isortoq on the East coast, the Trans Greenland Ski Expedition entails a full crossing of Greenland, from coast to coast.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">The 19-day expedition entailed handling unpredictable weather conditions, continuous blizzards and high altitude. “We proudly unfurled the national flag on 31 May, 2011, on successfully completing the expedition,” says Deeya.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">Though a part of the Arctic, the interior of Greenland closely resembles the interior of Antarctica, with unbroken snow as far as the eye can see. She started the expedition in Kangerlussuaq, on the west coast of Greenland and skied almost 550 kilometres to Isertoq, on the east coast via the celebrated Dye II station.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">This girl from Delhi also received the Aspire -TIE Young Achievers Award earlier this year. Introduced to skiing at a very early age by her father Ajeet Bajaj, the first Indian to ski to the North and South Pole, we can say that skiing is in her DNA. Adventurous at heart, she has participated in activities like trekking, kayaking, rafting, scuba diving and zip lining, to name a few.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">She went skiing for the first time in Auli when she was just eight, “My inspiration for this facet of my life is definitely my father. He has numerous accomplishments under his belt and I have always wanted to follow his footsteps,” says Deeya. Her mother is her guiding light as far as her values are concerned. “She encouraged me to utilise my passion for the outdoors to give something back to society,” she adds.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;"> “One of the biggest challenges I feel was the cold. At no point, were we comfortable. All actions had to be deliberate and thought out and I couldn’t be absent minded at any point of time. When out of the tent, I had to keep moving otherwise my fingers would freeze,” she says. Another big challenge was the wind. Sometimes it would get to 30kmph and while skiing it would actually knock her down if she was skiing in the opposite direction.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">During the expedition, the team which included Deeya's father Ajeet Bajaj, Keith Heager (team leader), 63-year-old Tony, Koen and Lieve, a Belgian couple, Salo and Ulrich their mushers, not to forget the 28 Huskies (who carried all their equipment on a sled) skied around 550km over 19 days, skiing an average of 30km per day. “It was tiring skiing for eight hours every day and at the start of the expedition I remember being extremely tired, but after a few days I got used to it,” says Deeya.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">This 12 grade student of Shri Ram School, Delhi, also enjoys baking, reading and listening to music. She is also a national level swimmer, has a black belt in Taekwondo, and is a PADI (Professional Association of Diving Instructors) certified advance open water diver. Deeya has been kayaking since she was 11 and has kayaked on the many rapids of river Ganga. Her future plans are to pursue Environmental Studies in America.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: inherit;">Her message is simple, “If you have a positive attitude, then you can do anything,” and with wisdom beyond her years, says “We are from privileged families and it is up to us to not take that for granted and to try and make a difference in the lives of those less fortunate.”</span></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-10827968224984298412011-06-20T01:37:00.000-07:002015-03-30T03:17:13.356-07:00Shards of a mirror<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Gullible she was</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">The only thing she wanted was to resonate;</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Resonate to her love,</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">It meant the world to her</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">The world, where she had no boundaries</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">She was a free bird.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">She wanted to be his queen</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">But her only mistake---she was not as the Helen of Troy.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">What beauty had to do with sanity?</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">She only wanted to succumb to her love.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Aghast! He did not turn out to be the knight whom she dreamt of</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">In the disguise of a knight, he was a beast</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Yes, a beast who would do anything but to consummate her soul</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">She was a mere sacrificial lamb for him</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">He never loved her.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">When she understood his vested motive,</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Her life became like the shards of a mirror.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">She was killed by degrees</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">For her beloved did not deserve her.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">But it was too late for her to have her say</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">The final words she uttered ---- “my soul will haunt you, you are responsible for my death”.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-44815484515218261092010-10-09T23:27:00.000-07:002010-10-09T23:30:15.560-07:00A QUEST<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Rockwell;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 27px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsKgn43MA2OUv8O0uhdflyPoFJ_K9SzJRzFVLrTmporhaYyCx-c6QBWNPVUHUclgd7LiDk3PPNtFESu87Lew1ktNVfhgNsg-F39XfehwPT_w3jm6SaEYmjdPZXNTpHafUsD5ja1LeKqDo/s1600/DREAM5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsKgn43MA2OUv8O0uhdflyPoFJ_K9SzJRzFVLrTmporhaYyCx-c6QBWNPVUHUclgd7LiDk3PPNtFESu87Lew1ktNVfhgNsg-F39XfehwPT_w3jm6SaEYmjdPZXNTpHafUsD5ja1LeKqDo/s320/DREAM5.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">This quest gorges my soul</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">A quest searching light</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">A quest that searches me too</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">This quest will not make me an overreacher,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">I’ll be no Faustus seeking light and the dark beyond</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">I’ll not plunge into that eternal damnation, into darkening of the soul!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">I’ll be a wanderer rendering thoughts, blending minds.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">My quest is the one which will burn the dim flickers with light</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">A quest that will see me bind hearts</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">A quest that will help light hang in hearts and trees</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">A quest which will see hearts blend into a living Heart</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">And to make a difference</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">I want to follow the path of that light</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Without this light my life will grope in the murk I distantly see</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">I now see that light loom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Is it this that I seek?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Light takes over me….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">My quest will continue.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-35269962537875814192010-07-07T00:33:00.000-07:002010-07-07T00:45:29.176-07:00It was not her mistake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8A-bGM5vHZW6no7LhM4oCyy8BcjhCpR_Zbp7ILYOqjikRR-AZYI2sj9RQf_bPKyR6i4o5915PWpvr55_z9LwEZkKAvuZSRD68zM6brG93U-IIMqwpWR579U83-GtbOwAZQ1C7k6TrBniI/s1600/othello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8A-bGM5vHZW6no7LhM4oCyy8BcjhCpR_Zbp7ILYOqjikRR-AZYI2sj9RQf_bPKyR6i4o5915PWpvr55_z9LwEZkKAvuZSRD68zM6brG93U-IIMqwpWR579U83-GtbOwAZQ1C7k6TrBniI/s400/othello.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">For it was not her mistake that she was white</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Neither was it his mistake that he was a black moor</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">But they loved each other</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Loved each other like the sky loves the sea,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Like the dew drops love the leaves,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Like a bee loves the nectar……</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Two bodies they were but one soul</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">If she was the breathe, he was the heart beating inside her</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Soul mates they wanted to be for years and years</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">But a mere handkerchief became the reason of their demise…. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"> For the rapacious creature wanted to possess the white ewe</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"> He was the one who poisoned the Venetian moor’s mind</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">The moor believed every word of that man</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">And suspected his soul mate…..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Out of rage he went to the ewe’s bedchamber</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">And stabbed her to death</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">She wanted to say till the last moment that she was not to be blamed</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">But the moor did not listen to her</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Yes she was dead but her innocent face wanted to tell </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">It was not her mistake……</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Out of guilt the moor killed himself </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">For later he realized </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">It was not her mistake</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">And so they say love is dangerous</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">When you are in love you are blindfolded……..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-62546197581133703212010-07-04T04:54:00.000-07:002015-03-30T03:28:03.300-07:00Hungry Kya?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Had a hectic schedule? Back to home after a very tiring day? And guess what? To your utter surprise no one is at home and your are hungry like anything... so here is an instant dish to satisfy your hunger...its very Easy to cook and will take only 10 minutes.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">It is called Fu-Yang. Not the typical Korean/Chinese one but this is the one which came out of my experimentation.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Ingredients:</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">1. 1 egg</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">2. Noodles/ Maggie (1/2 packet)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">3. Chopped tomato (half)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">4. Chopped onion (half)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">5. Chopped Green Chillies (2)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">6. Chilly flakes( half teaspoon)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">7. Rock salt (about half teaspoon)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</span> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Procedure: </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">First of all take an egg and break it in a bowl and mix the above mentioned ingredients in it.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Take a pan and place it on your gas oven. Let it get heated for a few minutes.Then add about 2 teaspoon of refined oil and heat it. After the pan gets heated place the mixture in it, spread it like you do while making omelette's..do not turn it to the opposite side until it gets golden brown in colour. Again turn the Fu-Yang three to four times (back to back) until a fried smell comes out of it.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Take it out on a plate and have it with tomato ketchup...</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"> It's absolutely yummylicious.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Try to cook this dish folks :)</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-36069628498776983622010-06-20T08:01:00.000-07:002015-03-30T03:36:14.963-07:00Why do I want to be a Journalist?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">“A pen is mightier than a sword”</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">I could understand the validity of the oft-quoted statement as I slowly developed a keen interest in Journalism in the early days of my college life. I started reading newspapers and watching news channels quite early, just about the time when I was in the ninth standard. And it was only then I started to think, on how it would be to take up a career in Journalism. Initially I questioned myself as to the possibility for me to think on a broader horizon, beyond a sneaking ambition to choose a career in the field. The dynamism, unfolding imagery of everyday world, excitement supplementing them---all prompted a close look into affairs guiding the world. And an interest of such intensity gnawed me into seeing journalism as an appropriate career option. A profession promising endless challenges and matching my sensibility. I was over the last two years or so preparing to give journalism a shot as my professional career if opportunity would dawn on me someday.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I passed my high school and then higher secondary. Then I decided to take up English literature at the undergraduate level and I thought this was an apt choice considering that literature offers insights into society, its inner dynamics and indeed in a large measure into workings of human mind. Close reading of African, Latin American, and Canadian literature helped me not only with a knowledge and vision of different planes of creative insights and ideas but also with a critical awareness that writers at times do look to journalistic reportage too in order to do justice to truths they seek to highlight. A case in point is Marquez’ </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chronicle of a Death Foretold,</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> a masterpiece where the author employs journalistic technique to a telling effect.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Literature has made me voice my opinions, to give my individual perspective on a particular issue, analyse things critically and to pen down things in a thoughtful manner. And I think these things are pretty much necessary in journalism as well, as for me literature and journalism are intertwined.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">For a journalist it is important to know about the society he/she is living in. I am a feminist and I would like to examine our society from a feminist perspective.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ours is a patriarchal society and women are thought to be meek and submissive. We are modern beings and living in 21</span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">st</span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> century but the notion remains the same. Women are oppressed; they are not allowed to voice their opinions. A stereotype that has been created long back still remains the same that women are best suited for domesticity and this notion is not only relevant to our present day society but it is prevalent since Victorian era. So to challenge this ideology, I want to take up journalism. I want to show that women can do whatever they are asked for. They can play the role of a mother, a sister, a wife, a minister, a journalist as well. </span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">At this point I want to reiterate the quotation that I used in the </span></span><span style="color: #003300; font-family: inherit;">beginning “A pen is mightier than a sword”. In the field of journalism, a pen and a paper is required to pen down one’s point of view, to critique a system, to fight for justice and who says that women can’t be journalists? And this is one of the reasons that I want to take up this course.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #003300; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Also as a literature student I can implement some literary tools in a journalistic work and I can also be innovative to look at particular issue/issues from different angles.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">As I have mentioned earlier that such a literary great Marquez appropriated journalism in his own way and given a chance, I would do the same.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Also in a global village, I want to share the multiple avenues of technology, human spaces, international, cultural and topological communications to warrant concept of a global citizen. At last but not the least I want to have a feel of today’s world and that is why I want to be a journalist.</span></span></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-48147715601153043302010-03-19T11:07:00.000-07:002010-03-24T07:21:35.829-07:00WANDERER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECnSPjIxt_echZQS18ykb9_itvdMB3U-o88r2_sANOSwzgD8uH4gvpxAK5itahV9GfZS9zWLYJaao5WNOXu-oGGddpiJe_O3OfIpvDSuJ-7TXdRMZiEwn6xXcAF5DwAAFupZdNmISbBqI/s1600-h/Princess.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECnSPjIxt_echZQS18ykb9_itvdMB3U-o88r2_sANOSwzgD8uH4gvpxAK5itahV9GfZS9zWLYJaao5WNOXu-oGGddpiJe_O3OfIpvDSuJ-7TXdRMZiEwn6xXcAF5DwAAFupZdNmISbBqI/s320/Princess.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450418708136927570" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This a pilgrim soul</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Searching Love, Peace and Mirth</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It’s held captive in the morning sunshine</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">How it shrinks in the twilight</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This soul weighed down by so many questions</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Which cannot be surpassed?</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Where will it meet the answers?</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In heaven or in hell?</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">While in heaven it blooms like a flower</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In hell it slithers like a serpent…..</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Like Prufrock's, it lies in fragments</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Its voice dimly sane turns insane in no time</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Its fate is like that of a vagabond</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It wanders from place to place</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">From heaven to hell</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">From earth to sky</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">From fire to water</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In search of Love, Peace and Mirth…..</span></span></span></span></p></b></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> </span></b></o:p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-31043568333185531662010-02-17T06:47:00.000-08:002010-07-06T07:50:39.613-07:00An Eye-opener<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Today after college our gang of girls decided to have egg rolls. Our favourite food joint is Art of Spices and it is near our college campus. While going there we noticed a man who was eating raw pumpkin. All of us got shocked. This incident was momentary but it somehow became an eye-opener for me.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After coming back home I sat down for sometime and was thinking about the man whom I saw. It provoked me to think about the marginalised class of our country who don’t even manage to get food to feed their stomach. Forget about proper meals, they don’t even get sufficient amount of food to eat for one time a day.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then I questioned myself that have I ever wondered about their plight and suffering?</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Have I ever thought about the fact that each day these people have to struggle for their living? The answer that I got was a “NO”.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We are modern beings, and we have become so much busy in our daily lives that we do not have the time to think about ourselves or our respective families. So how can we even bother to think about the betterment of the “other” class which is also a part of our society? </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To solve this problem we need to raise our collective consciousness……</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To conclude I would use Derrida’s notion of “play” as form a single incident so many questions came out and this will go on and on because as Derrida said “the centre remains disrupted”.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></b></o:p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-73744435735277819812009-12-26T06:55:00.000-08:002015-03-30T03:41:50.865-07:00Yet Another Day!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">As usual i woke up late today... had a verbal fight with my mommy darling (I have stopped bothering about these things now a days)...then brushed my teeth and had breakfast...then I was wondering whether to take a bath or not (such a lazy soul I am).</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<br />
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Then finally thought of pulling up my socks and without any fail thought of "studying".</span></span></div>
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Began with eighteenth century literature... my mind started wavering in the philosophical thoughts of Daddy Wordsworth(as Jimmy porter addresses him), William Blake, Coleridge and Byron...from a lazy soul I became almost a dead soul....these philosophical notions do not get inside my head...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Then finally I settled down with Osborne's "Look Back In Anger"...such a wonderful play that it is....about an angry young man Jimmy Porter who has a problem with the system(society) that he is living in.... hopefully by the next two days I will finish "critically" reading this text...</span></span></div>
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">As university internals are knocking at the doors some serious work is to be done from my end.... lets see whether I can score well this time or not...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Well well I'll try to upload something interesting in my next post...till then cheers... and keep smiling...</span></span></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-26070947127043472252009-09-10T10:15:00.000-07:002010-03-24T07:24:23.736-07:00BUT IT RAINED<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">By the windowpane, she was searching a drop of Rain</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She looked beyond the horizon</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Could she fly there?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A caged bird, she dreamed...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A bird that wanted a life</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of her own.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In gloom, she waited for Rain,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Would the rain wash away this gloom?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She was searching a drop of Rain.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She looked around,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Saw a bunch of children playing near….</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Prancing and playful mirth crowded</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">About her, she walked back down memory</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She joined the little ones like a bird</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Set free from a cage</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Rains came pouring in</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her long wait was gone</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She was finding herself again</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She lived back the days</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When she would freely take on the rains with her friends,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Memory of chai and bhuttas saw tear- drops out of her eyes.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> She started paddling her feet in the rain waters</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She thanked God for the cage</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">was a distant memory and</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that she was reincarnated as a daughter of</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mother Nature</span></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-48891849715306188142009-07-15T02:42:00.000-07:002010-03-24T07:23:45.131-07:00YES, I WANT TO BREAK FREE...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dye8WixHizWMZn5Pjg8cnyOfCZx0XTf2RiK1rQsoEaubOLvt1ivVSjuKpUvoTztSPMt73N58nZpr9iPKdRE2A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I Want To Break Free".... this song by one of my favourite bands </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Queen</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> is like an Anthem for me.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Whenever I am tired, whenever I feel low, whenever I am stressed I listen to this particular song and believe me you I come down to normality.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I heard this song for the first time, I was not able to feel the song but gradually I fell in love with the song.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This song inspires me.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In one of my earlier posts I talked about a caged bird who breaks free all the shackles so somehow when I feel like a caged bird, I listen to this track and I get so much intensified by it that literally I feel that---- "yes, I am a free bird ...no one can stop me...I do want to break free...afterall Sky is not the limit for me...I want to fly beyond it...."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Note : To all the bloggers, this song is a must listen for all...so I dedicate this song to you all....</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><object id="BLOG_video-FAILED" class="BLOG_video_class" width="320" height="266" contentid="FAILED"></object><object id="BLOG_video-FAILED" class="BLOG_video_class" width="320" height="266" contentid="FAILED"></object></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-82563022557262441092009-07-14T08:56:00.000-07:002015-03-30T03:33:32.282-07:00Swayamvar Or Gimmick?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyF8KIo_EOuECnn8-cxWCmatWnx9VaMHuzRhxfmSnPe2FZ6az3ipeLdXZy3Uyuec7pSh_iavkNniztigNQQLzpgHXN16DsY17zC8eidMJLOc45MVP6PGXPfT9W0vXl1L5AfrvAu69aC8lz/s1600-h/rakhi31.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyF8KIo_EOuECnn8-cxWCmatWnx9VaMHuzRhxfmSnPe2FZ6az3ipeLdXZy3Uyuec7pSh_iavkNniztigNQQLzpgHXN16DsY17zC8eidMJLOc45MVP6PGXPfT9W0vXl1L5AfrvAu69aC8lz/s320/rakhi31.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358345516811223234" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">(Image Courtesy: bollywoodhungama.com)</span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Welcome to the Swayamvar of our very own ‘</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">drama queen’</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Rakhi Sawant .</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The show is televised on NTDV IMAGINE. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">God knows what went wrong with the sponsors of this show and what on earth could have made the directors and producers to direct and produce such a horrendous (hillarious it can’t be called, can’t even see humour in it ), so called </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Reality Show. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To gain viewership? To raise TRPs (Television rating Points)?</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just before the show was about to start, Rakhi Sawant ,when interviewed by different NEWS channels said the following things :-</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">“…agar Sita maiya apna Swayamvar racha sakti hai to mai kyu nahin?"</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“… Draupadi ne bhi to Swayamvar mein hi apna pati chuna tha aur mai bhi apne aap ko </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Modern Draupadi</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> ( mind it) se kam nahin manti hu”</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> She even said that she wants other women to follow her footsteps…(God help them)</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Again when asked about the alliances,</span></span><span style="color: #003300;">“...mera bas chale to mai to 16 ladko se hi shadi kar lu magar kya kar sakte hain chunna to sirf ek hi ko padega na.”</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #003300; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Wait a minute…do you think its very easy to survive through the competition?</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Absolutely not. You have to prove yourself to become dearest Rakhi’s groom.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">The contestants had to go for a treasure hunt, had to walk on ramp, had to walk on fire (without burning their feet), of course had to dance with our Dancing Diva (bhai pata to chale kiske saath chemistry sabse achi hai? )</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">And what else could someone expect? Celebrities ki to jaise line hi lagi hai ….sab itne utawle jo ho rahe hain swayamvar ka mahaul dekhne ke liye….</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Be it Neeta Lulla(Designer), Mark Robinson (Ex model), Farha Khan (Jewellery designer), Saroj Khan ( Choreographer), Gautami Gadgil ( Actress), our very own Baa ( Saas bhi kabhi bahu thi fame), Rakshandha Khan (Actress), Sakshi Tanwar (Actress)….and all of them are really very very close to our Dancing Queen you see…</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">So would anyone call it a Swayamwar? (who cares? Isn’t it?)</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> I personally feel pity for the contestants. Will it be possible for them to regain their mental balance after the show gets over? Difficult to answer.</span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Recently I read an article on this ‘Swayamvar talent hunt’ in which Rakhi Sawant confesses that no LEGAL CONTRACT has been signed which says that she has to marry the winner of this show. So are we suppose to expect a season 2 of this show?a</span></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></o:p>
<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well my advise would be while you are watching this show, for heaven’s sake keep your brains aside!</span></span></o:p></span></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-40495941621103910682009-07-12T04:55:00.000-07:002010-07-06T07:53:03.746-07:00A RAINY DAY.....<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy7Qsu13M2uV5ByxWyRGR3SlkqsLsfMkQj-kOSTsG0vGGjzwAtb8WGDBDabgNFIrrpZxu1mW-0oFxQty3fCFA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was sitting down by my window pane. Suddenly a rain drop fell ….. I tried to catch it…but couldn’t do…I was trying to look beyond the horizons, to find a sweet escape for me. In this rainy day I wanted to break free from all the shackles. I was feeling like a caged bird who wanted to fly high in the sky … Was it a sheer imagination?</span></span></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Or I really wanted to do it? I was in a dilemma…. </span></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">While I was thinking, I saw some children playing in the rain…I wanted to join them but I was reluctant….</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I went down the memory lane of my childhood….how I used to enjoy with my lil gang…having ice creams…bhuttas ….singing and dancing …..but now I am not a child anymore…</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have grown up. Does it mean that the child within me has faded away??</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was trying to figure out an answer for this.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The answer that I got was there is still a child hidden inside me….and I instantly joined those children…. I had a great time with them…the few minutes that I enjoyed with them made me regain the zeal that I was searching for from the past few days….</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">While I was tapping my foot in the rainwater I felt on the top of the world…just like the free bird which broke free from the cage…</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I could smell the essence of the soil which made me feel that I have reincarnated as the daughter of mother nature…..</span></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-6655973329894772072009-07-07T04:51:00.000-07:002010-07-06T07:53:34.604-07:00NO MORE PROTOCOLS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihgJISUO8WUdfEYWH2J8LElMkghYrDeIK-QhS4ykff_mPw-G2K-_h6y3tcOPg86JuB8kLFzgPxs96rtM12_svHy7HriQ9qN3cQmdEww42cKUGmgssEZ4MaWJ-ncDnmjvER4aTBNw2ciAGb/s1600-h/homo1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355685475817495394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihgJISUO8WUdfEYWH2J8LElMkghYrDeIK-QhS4ykff_mPw-G2K-_h6y3tcOPg86JuB8kLFzgPxs96rtM12_svHy7HriQ9qN3cQmdEww42cKUGmgssEZ4MaWJ-ncDnmjvER4aTBNw2ciAGb/s320/homo1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 113px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 170px;" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></b><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of late I saw a Sean Penn starrer flick called “MILK”. </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The narration of this film is carried out by Harvey Milk speaking into a tape recorded in 1978, dictating a letter to be read (or in this case, listened to) only in the event of his assassination. As he narrates, we catch glimpses of Milk in front of various groups, giving speeches, using attention-getting opening lines that vary with every crowd. In front of Lesbian/Gay/Bisexual/Transgender (LGBT) crowds, he opens with "My name is Harvey Milk and I want to recruit you." In front of burly straight union workers, he opts for, "My name is Harvey Milk, and sorry I am not what you expected, but I left my high heels at home".</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The film flash-forwards a little and "meet cute" turns into a relationship for Milk and Smith, with the formerly business-like Milk growing his hair long and sporting a scraggly beard. Smith gets a little mustache with a short Jack Tripper style haircut. The two drive cross country with a home movie camera, aping it up for each other, having a great time.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Milk and Smith kiss openly, excited to be in business, and the neighbor makes his displeasure known. Milk says they are opening their business and asked how they could become members of the Eureka Valley Merchant's Association. The neighbor tells them they can't become members because if they open their shop, the police will close them down. Milk says it's not against the law to open a business, and the neighbor says "There are man's laws, and there is God's law", and storms across the street back to his liquor store making it clear gay men aren't welcome in the Castro.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In a nutshell this movie portrays the story of Milk and Smith and how they fight for the rights of the Gay community. Untill I saw this movie I did not bother much about the homosexual relationships. But I was really moved by watching this movie.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now if we talk about the western culture we can find out that western people really do not make a fuss about LGTBs . They are pretty much in favour of homosexual relationships and I think their conception make them so much different from Indians. For that matter if we talk about Indian cinema then we can see that we do have Indian movies related to homosexuality but the viewer ship is almost nil and on the other hand mostly in the minds of Indians the tagline remains “love is blind”… ironical isn’t it? If they consider love to be blind then why can’t they accept homosexuality? Gays are normal human beings like any other person then why can’t they move around freely in </span></span></span><st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">India</span></span></span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If a person wants to spend his/her life with a person of the same sex then why does he/she have to think over it again and again? It is his / her life and only he/ she has the right to take decisions and make choices. Why do they have to answer each and everyone? And why do they have to always listen that this is against ‘the law of nature’?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nature has not made any such kind of law it is only within the minds of people. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If I can understand the pain, the agony, the humiliation these homosexuals are undergoing,then why can’t the rest of people think likewise?</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We can see a number of Gays and Lesbians especially amongst youngsters. If they go out together or hold hands then people make a fuss about it or pretend as if they are eye candies. And if we talk about students who are homosexuals, they have to give so many explanations if they want to rent a house or take Pg accommodations. The scenario is worst in </span></span></span><st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">India</span></span></span></st1:country-region></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But the Delhi HC has finally legalised homosexual acts between consenting adults by overturning a 149 year-old law. Justice A.P. Shah and </span></span></span><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">S Muralidhar</span></span></span></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> declared unconstitutional a part of Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code (IPC) that criminalized unnatural sex.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The court held that the provision violated fundamental rights of sexual minorities to life, liberty, equality and the provision regarding prohibition of discrimination on grounds of sex.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So finally it is the time for jubilation for Gay communities. Now even they can live a carefree life.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-41064691100458033962009-06-02T07:05:00.000-07:002010-03-24T07:20:47.708-07:00Determination<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWwUxgumUkqz2BDcsNjlv_GHr1C1B7Q0KNRIzxj4z2qS48I3n-iy8W4voJ5Cigwei7zvzitrVpKDraHrGCIiRenMdAuczh6TVFcBt1Wz3OWlvjbrHgmrXh-snsptN1uLJ32Co050Pi_RIr/s1600-h/jabbar+hussain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWwUxgumUkqz2BDcsNjlv_GHr1C1B7Q0KNRIzxj4z2qS48I3n-iy8W4voJ5Cigwei7zvzitrVpKDraHrGCIiRenMdAuczh6TVFcBt1Wz3OWlvjbrHgmrXh-snsptN1uLJ32Co050Pi_RIr/s320/jabbar+hussain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731372052012370" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Well every picture tells a story... This is a photograph of sixty seven years old Jabbar Hussain who is a resident of Fatehpur and also owns a shop there. He is a cobbler. Recently i read an article on him and then i gave it a thought that why not writing about him in my blog?</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">This man has failed his board exams for the 44th time...can u imagine???</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">and that's why i have given the title of this particular blog as "Determination"...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">UP board's result got declared last Saturday (30/05/2009) and this man was curious to know his result but to his disappointment he could not clear it for the 44th consecutive year..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">He appeared for his first board exams in the year 1965...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">and surprisingly his grandson too appeared for the board exams this year along with him and he cleared it.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">The worst part about this story is that his wife divorced him just because he was immensely interested in studies.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">these were the words he said when he was interviewed "I will study till my death.I will study hard for 2010 exams.I am weak in English and Science.I don't have money otherwise I would have joined a coaching institute".</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">His story shows us that if we are determined to do something success is sure to come our way.</span></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-52611962873222272912009-06-01T01:56:00.000-07:002010-03-24T07:17:51.419-07:00Introspection<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzNllWwyUaANx1CZzUJLaD7YVyeYPxzI9H-XRqPm1GvNZBWnUwhFjkTlEeVSQ6k9ADAzdam0uyBkKxZIQ4YhVb_hIE6rhNfQuGMSpvoHuzYtM0XpDnQttwTueir3cVVk5mt8nA6JzD8-X/s1600-h/nidokidos.org+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzNllWwyUaANx1CZzUJLaD7YVyeYPxzI9H-XRqPm1GvNZBWnUwhFjkTlEeVSQ6k9ADAzdam0uyBkKxZIQ4YhVb_hIE6rhNfQuGMSpvoHuzYtM0XpDnQttwTueir3cVVk5mt8nA6JzD8-X/s320/nidokidos.org+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342305140134849298" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">The path for introspection is a voyage that extwines so many storms, tornado before the ship of self analysis finally gets ashore successfully.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">It is the 'thing' that strikes an excellent equilibrium with life and makes it worth living.</span></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-35502994723887815712009-05-31T07:12:00.000-07:002010-03-24T07:18:18.729-07:00Music<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIrlqsEFhSFcH655EIDD71w-o4PArpgAy_CspJzYLEN96I5ll_lu3g_hXeocRs5EZRkoZ8ukaC5A9IpskhWjMvEzpsQpnCOCnmoFCaQy4XcDQ-bt0TSxLOkpNIRfKXIMpew-0u6TvkktY/s1600-h/gtr138.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIrlqsEFhSFcH655EIDD71w-o4PArpgAy_CspJzYLEN96I5ll_lu3g_hXeocRs5EZRkoZ8ukaC5A9IpskhWjMvEzpsQpnCOCnmoFCaQy4XcDQ-bt0TSxLOkpNIRfKXIMpew-0u6TvkktY/s320/gtr138.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355770485703791810" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br />For me music is my life...i simply can't do without it...for me its my daily dose....it runs through my veins.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">I have learnt my basic lessons in Music from my mother and whatever i can sing it's solely because of her.Without her support i could not have learnt Music. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">I get intensified by music..Well i do not follow any specific genre but i try to listen to every possible genres..be it classical,ghazals,western...i feel that language is not a bar in case of Music....</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">We can see that now a days even Medical sciences are following Music therapy for treatments...<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">what i feel is that music has become a part of our day to day life and life without music seems meaningless...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">I feel with the help of music we can maintain friendly relations across borders...<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">I would like to end this note with a famous bengali saying that those who do not love music, flowers and children do not deserve to be a true man...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432182819289096451.post-10623561328304006902009-05-29T22:41:00.000-07:002010-03-24T07:18:47.821-07:00Who am I?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNp77LWg6JjPN8a-rGuaTueyGbdjmfVI7I1xb7-dbnPkd1e11OzO3k82pdyaILPSXy8gYVnqL_Up4tscZdNX2hKhx-BY4FqmNWouY8F9AWnpH2xDM9-lJMwDPLvbbZdYv7RiJsPtOQflV_/s1600-h/DREAM4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNp77LWg6JjPN8a-rGuaTueyGbdjmfVI7I1xb7-dbnPkd1e11OzO3k82pdyaILPSXy8gYVnqL_Up4tscZdNX2hKhx-BY4FqmNWouY8F9AWnpH2xDM9-lJMwDPLvbbZdYv7RiJsPtOQflV_/s320/DREAM4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356843574644956818" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Thinking philosophicaly I am not I because what I am suppose to be I am not and what I am not suppose to be I am.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Definition of the supposed matter as itself being altered due to many suppositions or assumptions.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Hence I regret totally I am not really the correct person to answer the question "Who am I".<br /></span></span></span><div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17545962625603953637noreply@blogger.com1