<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740</id><updated>2012-02-10T16:45:28.174Z</updated><category term='space'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='positive'/><category term='karma'/><category term='Josef Fritzl'/><category term='Parmarthananda'/><category term='blenheim'/><category term='aliens'/><category term='Windsor Castle'/><category term='Austrian case'/><category term='expectations'/><category term='green'/><category term='bharahanatyam'/><category term='charity'/><category term='Dhoom'/><category term='peer pressure'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Diwali'/><category term='home maker'/><category term='toddler'/><category term='corporate ladder'/><category term='Gita'/><category term='recession'/><category term='motley fool'/><category term='oxford'/><category term='mortgage'/><category term='Wembley'/><category term='dicourse'/><category term='economy'/><category term='UFO'/><category term='plants'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='dream'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='bubble'/><category term='palace'/><category term='movie'/><category term='day'/><category term='online learning'/><category term='baby'/><category term='churchill'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='festivals'/><category term='optimism'/><category term='out'/><category term='Chennai'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='history'/><category term='speech'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='Om shanti Om'/><category term='Bhagavad'/><title type='text'>Seeker</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-536440181318570450</id><published>2009-03-19T21:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:14:45.760Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josef Fritzl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austrian case'/><title type='text'>"Order,Order,Order!!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/ScLCKngWO2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZIAc-7Cat8w/s1600-h/img-set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/ScLCKngWO2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZIAc-7Cat8w/s320/img-set.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315023997909744482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Order”  is a word when repeated thrice, ushers my imagination in a flash ..into a court room setting. I see vividly in my mental image , a picture of a court room.. jam packed with audience brimming with curiosity, incredulity and repugnance. I hear a case being argued about and counter-argued(??) in a foreign language that I am unable to comprehend….I see a man with a grim face at a  distance who has been convicted of some abhorrent crimes and I hear the verdict of the judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A life imprisonment”..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. what is all this???....This was the projection of my mind (which had been quite dormant of-late) … when I read the news of the verdict of the Austrian Josef Fritzl‘s case. A case that has shocked the entire world!!!! Perhaps half of my imagination is a bit of an intumesced version of the court room scenario in reality!!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is the undeniable reality??!!!… Austrian Josef Fritzl, locked his daughter in a cellar and fathered her seven children. The very statement emphasizes the fact that the torment undergone by the daughter has not been a short lived one…but has extended to a gruesome 20+ years… The cellar had been maintained as a dungeon..deprived of sun light and typically characterised by lack of moving space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this sounds like a horror story …. A story that one might think could possibly happen only in movies. It is scary to even think that perhaps horror movies take their inspiration from real lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pondering on what could be the root cause for such a behavioural trait of Fritzl which defies all logic and reasoning. First few thoughts pointed towards a possible psychiatric disorder, mental instability and what not. But his Modus operandi of the entire torture process that has happened surreptitiously …..definitely seems to be a product of a rather sane, intelligent mind albeit a perverted one. One cannot fail to notice the ingenuity of his crooked mind in making the cellar a secret location which was so well hidden that when the police searched the property they failed to find it until Mr Fritzl showed them where it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further shocking is the outcome of analysis of the convict by psychiatrists and experts in the related professions. They have tentatively stated that Fritzl is quite a “sane” person and his authoritative and domineering natures have been the root cause for the entire problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What remains baffling to me  is… How could even one of his behavioural abnormalcy ..not have been spotted by  anyone around him…his friends, his colleagues, his family  ?!!!!...Or was it that… it was noticed, but not reported of ???..Or worse still ..was it not noticed at all??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings to question the very mode of functioning of our social structure of the current days. Are we so less concerned about the people around us and so busy with our own lives that we fail to take notice of people , their traits and happenings around us?.. Have we got too much used to the concepts like “personal space “and “intrusion into one’s privacy “   that we formally create a safe distance between ourselves and  the rest of the world and create a bubble around ourselves??. Getting in and out of the bubble becomes our own discretion as and when required and we do not let others decide the dimensions of our bubble for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we struggling to draw a line between being too judgemental and being too tolerant and accommodative of shortcomings of others??. As a community and as a society what should be our responsibility and course of action towards preventing such crimes from happening in the future?. Are we going to be lamely blaming the Government for anything and everything that happens around us or are we going to address the root cause of such problems ourselves??. How do we prevent such Fritzls in the world from continuing to be so menacing of unimaginable magnitudes??.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although these questions keep reverberating in my mind….I do not know of a conclusive answer to any of these.. …The pondering continues!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-536440181318570450?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/536440181318570450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=536440181318570450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/536440181318570450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/536440181318570450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2009/03/orderorderorder.html' title='&quot;Order,Order,Order!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/ScLCKngWO2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZIAc-7Cat8w/s72-c/img-set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-6083837835666406033</id><published>2008-12-28T15:56:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:09:53.018Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Greeting the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SVekBd3tisI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ygB6T-dXrps/s1600-h/sunrise_01_406x304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the New Year just around the corner it is time for new new hopes to spring and for the hope of resurrection of peace and prosperity to unfold across the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The year of 2008 has been quite challenging and the world has been experiencing some worst blows in both social and economic areas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The economic downturn and the recession have created havoc in the lives of many and many. Great retail giants, banks and manufacturing units spanning across a variety of domains and sectors that have previously stood the test of time …have had a disastrous debacle in 2008 .Millions have become jobless rendering them clueless about their future. Thousands of homes have been re-possessed from mortgage defaulters. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Governments of various countries are aggressively fighting out these undesirable turn of events.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;However even the Superpowers are struggling hard to restore economic normalcy. We have to wait and watch to see what the victory of Obama in the U.S is going to mean for the rest of the world and how his policies are going to get translated to the welfare of the rest of the world. Well, there is hope in the air that things would change for the better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On the other hand, the plight of Zimbabweans is so pitiful. It is abominable that the hunger for power and pride could deprive some bureaucrats of their fundamental sense of humanity. The wide spreading epidemic and lack of proper sanitation have been blissfully ignored by the people ruling the land in their repulsive dispute for their authority over the piece of land. Well, there is hope in the air that things would change for the better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;2008 has witnessed some of the worst testimonials of deep rooted terrorism that has interwoven itself with unidentifiable sections of the society. Terrorism has become a global issue and it has been manifesting itself in a very different dimension. There are no specific demands these days put forth by the terrorists ….no scope for negotiations….but there is only one massacre after another. It is heart wrenching to know that many young adults are being misled into erroneous psychotic beliefs under the garb of religion and being instigated to involve themselves in homicidal activities. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, there is hope in the air that things would change for the better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Just remember ….“The darkest hour is just before dawn” . &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now that darkness seems to already be the order of the current situation….…let us hope that dawn is not too far away!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Wish You All A Very Happy, Peaceful And Prosperous &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-6083837835666406033?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/6083837835666406033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=6083837835666406033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/6083837835666406033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/6083837835666406033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2008/12/greeting-new-year.html' title='Greeting the New Year'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SVekBd3tisI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ygB6T-dXrps/s72-c/sunrise_01_406x304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-2215743916245770745</id><published>2008-11-18T14:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:16:30.059Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dhoom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diwali'/><title type='text'>Dhoom Machale!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SSLNtWqnH3I/AAAAAAAAARI/a6suMZjhgcQ/s1600-h/diwali-fireworks-cc-sumith-meher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270000693039013746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SSLNtWqnH3I/AAAAAAAAARI/a6suMZjhgcQ/s320/diwali-fireworks-cc-sumith-meher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life seems so renewed and refreshing after one and half months of vacation well spent at India. There was a thread of festive mood extending throughout the span of the vacation either because it was Navarathri or Diwali or because there was the wedding of this person who shared my mom’s womb with me ...my darling sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in UK for a few years now .. a few thousands of miles away from the homeland had in fact alienated us from hard core celebrations and rejoicing of these festivals . In comparison to jubilation in India ...I should say that whatever we observe in the foreign land on the festival days is just downsized version of the original one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember ...during my childhood days I would stay awake and restless the whole of the Diwali eve night in anticipation of the next day (Diwali day).Every single aspect of Diwali would be so exciting ... New dresses, crackers, sweets, relatives visiting our house, special TV programmes and what not!!!..More than anything ...we did not have to go to school on these festival days!!!!!!! I would secretly put up a row with the great GOD asking him why there was only one day of Diwali in the whole year....I would yearn for every day in my life to be as special as Diwali day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as I grew up and set my footprint into adulthood ...that feeling waned away slowly and all these celebrations seemed meaningless and very artificial. Generally in one’s life ...late teens and early 20s are the formative years for fresh thinking when one usually tends to challenge and question the so called usual practises and norms. Trying to be different and rebellious would seem very appealing. In my observation, that would generally be a very short lived phase ..and very sooner do we get drawn back and absorbed into the ways of the society around us and sooner or later we direct some of our efforts towards the understanding of the very purpose and significance of such facets of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festivals have been an integral part of our culture and have been handed over from one generation to another for so many centuries now. In my opinion ..it appears that such occasions have been created with the intention to strengthen our social spirit . The modes of celebrations of both festivals and weddings seem to focus more on social gatherings ..renewing relationships, reinforcing the already established hierarchical structure of our society where elderly people are held in respect. Values like sharing, giving, recognising are being vehemently reminded and triggered. These were purposely meant and designed to break away from the monotony of routine life ...provide an opportunity to think of the next of our kith and kin which is very much needed especially in the current set up of a self centred life . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything these occasions help us to open the doors of our culture and traditions to our kids who are being born and brought up in a completely foreign land. These create a binding to our roots and help our kids in understanding the true substance of our values. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course ..it is completely understandable that it is very difficult to emulate the Indian festive ambiance in a foreign land . That is why we should try and spend at least one such occasion in India so that our kids get a real time and firsthand experience of what it is all about..in reality. On the flip side be prepared to endure a heavy damage to your money wallet and get spoilt for choices in terms of shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-2215743916245770745?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/2215743916245770745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=2215743916245770745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/2215743916245770745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/2215743916245770745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2008/11/dhoom-machale.html' title='Dhoom Machale!!!!'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SSLNtWqnH3I/AAAAAAAAARI/a6suMZjhgcQ/s72-c/diwali-fireworks-cc-sumith-meher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-7903966655248603274</id><published>2008-09-01T11:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:21:03.669+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mortgage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motley fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Ooh Aah Ouch!!!</title><content type='html'>Just as I flipped through the newspaper, I could notice a lot of references made to the economy of UK and its future. Even as I scroll through the pages of BBC News everyday morning, I see a lot of references being made to the looming outbreak of recession. Clearly from what I can understand, UK is set to confront some difficult times. Inflation has been soaring and we get to hear about downsizing being the current trend in a lot of major organisations. House prices have been falling steadily and quite a significant number of mortgage payers have been trapped in negative equity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SLvBZ9Y9SQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/so2yGLUE3lU/s1600-h/Recession_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240995243095836930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SLvBZ9Y9SQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/so2yGLUE3lU/s320/Recession_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few quarters now, Bank of England has been attempting to keep the situation under control by keeping its base current unaltered. How far this decision of Bank Of England has really helped economy get back to its track is being subjected to a lot of criticism. Lots of mortgage lenders have tightened their reins and there is a dip in the number of first time home buyers trying to climb up the property ladder. The current downward trend is also an effect of the global economic setback and its cascading impacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ...what does all this mean to a common man and how does it boil down to his day to day life?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: hey John...why don’t you take me to some place expensive and make me feel special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband John: Oh sure honey..I shall take you to the gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a joke published in Readers Digest. One can just not be practically oblivious to the changing times. The prices of all the commodities have been steadily increasing. Petrol seems to be ridiculously overpriced. Although the supermarkets are fiercely competing with each other to offer the cheapest prices for its products..one still can’t escape the pinch of steadily and sneakily increasing grocery bills . The energy providers are adopting a very impressive way to declare the increase in the charges. They claim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are one of the last companies in UK to increase the energy prices ” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though.. this is going to be a source of solace for its customers, especially with the winter fast approaching.. At least I am happy that these energy providers know how to break a bad news with a sugar coated wrapper. There are waves and waves of price increases .Such is the state in UK today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do we really like to hear???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not all gloom and doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could console ourselves that this condition of uncertainty and instability has not been forecasted to hang around forever. The general word is that by the end of 2010 , we could see a change for the better. I hope it is ok to believe this.. as it helps to keep my chin up during difficult times and keep hoping for some positive changes to happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another area that we could capitalise on ...is the attractive interest rates offered by the banks in return to our savings .Some short term and long terms saving accounts have been offering interest rates between 7 and 10% .This is a good news for people with a considerable amount of cash to stash away. Personally I have found the Motley fool’s site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fool.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.fool.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be a very informative and a useful site that gives me regular updates on almost every financial aspect under the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular use of price comparison sites and hunting for the best deals in supermarkets and high street shops never fail to offer an advantage over impulsive shopping. The clubcard deals offered by Tesco is truly a wonderful opportunity for us to visit a lot of places or enjoy a variety of experiences from days out, activities and holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tesco.com/clubcard/deals/"&gt;http://www.tesco.com/clubcard/deals/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the most of all this and Enjoy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-7903966655248603274?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/7903966655248603274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=7903966655248603274' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/7903966655248603274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/7903966655248603274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2008/09/ooh-aah-ouch.html' title='Ooh Aah Ouch!!!'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SLvBZ9Y9SQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/so2yGLUE3lU/s72-c/Recession_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-2737028592109385903</id><published>2008-08-13T11:08:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:01:48.303+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blenheim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='churchill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oxford'/><title type='text'>Cradle of the Great!!!</title><content type='html'>A pair of legs dressed in black trousers disembarks from the helicopter that has its blades spinning ,cutting across the plane of air that surrounds it. The legs then speed through a long stretch of pathway surrounded by breath taking greenery on either sides and reaches the entrance of a palatial house(??) or is it a palace???.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us now move our focus from the legs to the face ..OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH it is none other than Shah Rukh Khan and what I just wrote above is a scene from “Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gham”. Am I going to write a review of the movie???..I can hear you mumbling “it was a movie that got released in 2001 and enough has been written and talked about it. It would almost be an anachronism to write about it now!!!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some relief that this post is no review of a movie ..but of the famous palace that appeared in the movie “Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gham”. It was none other than the Blenheim Palace located in Oxfordshire in United Kingdom. The palace is notable as the birthplace and ancestral home of &lt;a title="Prime Minister of the United Kingdom" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prime_Minister_of_the_United_Kingdom"&gt;Prime Minister&lt;/a&gt; Sir &lt;a title="Winston Churchill" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winston_Churchill"&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK4QyU8QFI/AAAAAAAAANk/VvZ97f7lvUw/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233948315484962898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK4QyU8QFI/AAAAAAAAANk/VvZ97f7lvUw/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK5ZHWM_cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/qK0p_19Gu-U/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233949558077980098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK5ZHWM_cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/qK0p_19Gu-U/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK49fva5YI/AAAAAAAAANs/npH49Gm7uZg/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233949083589862786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK49fva5YI/AAAAAAAAANs/npH49Gm7uZg/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was our much planned and much procrastinated trip to Blenheim palace. For those who have visited Windsor Castle before Blenheim palace, the interior of the palace would seem relatively less impressive. Just as I finished writing the previous line, it occurred to me that it is only too obvious that a Queen’s abode would be any day be classier than any other palaces in UK. Every attempt would indeed be pursued to glorify a Queen’s palace to make it matchless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basked in the scenic beauty of the parks and gardens surrounding the palace. It is a realization of the vision of John Vanbrugh, an architect, who wanted to see a messy valley get converted to the splendid beauty as it is seen today. The formal gardens include &lt;a title="waterterraces" href="http://www.blenheimpalace.com/thepalace/formalgardens/#waterterraces"&gt;Water Terraces&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="rosegarden" href="http://www.blenheimpalace.com/thepalace/formalgardens/#rosegarden"&gt;Rose Garden&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="arboretum" href="http://www.blenheimpalace.com/thepalace/formalgardens/#arboretum"&gt;Arboretum&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="cascade" href="http://www.blenheimpalace.com/thepalace/formalgardens/#cascade"&gt;Cascades&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a title="secretgarden" href="http://www.blenheimpalace.com/thepalace/formalgardens/#secretgarden"&gt;Secret Garden&lt;/a&gt;. I do not want to get into the task of recounting the technical details, as I am pretty sure that there would be a dearth of adjectives in my limited vocabulary to bring out the splendour of the scenic beauty in its entirety. So to compensate for that, please find a few pictures of them that I have tried to capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK6Sz52TtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3w4OTfvxQXs/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233950549291192018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK6Sz52TtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3w4OTfvxQXs/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK6Dsi8COI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aK6QUtrb0_c/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233950289618012386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK6Dsi8COI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aK6QUtrb0_c/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK61cxOl5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Jh6W7pNqtgk/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233951144376440722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK61cxOl5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Jh6W7pNqtgk/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to watch the “&lt;a href="http://www.blenheimpalace.com/thepalace/untoldstory/"&gt;'Blenheim Palace: The Untold Story'&lt;/a&gt; a new permanent visitor experience that brings dramatic events from the history of Blenheim Palace to life”. At least this is what is claimed by the authorities of the palace. Although lot of innovative ideas have gone into this and there has been a sincere attempt to create an awe using some unique areas of technology, it still fails to impress or even create an impact in the minds of the visitors..perhaps as it was more like a play portrayed in a too very dramatic manner, that one fails to relate to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a very pleasurable walk around the gardens, cascade and Arboretum, the memories of which would linger in our minds for quite some significant time to come. Finally we took a miniature train to the pleasure gardens. The narrow gauge train trip was very amusing for my daughter, much more amusing than the row that the parents (of 4 kids) seated in the adjacent coach were having. It was evident that they were exasperated after a daylong picnic especially with 4 kids ..I don’t think I need to elaborate anymore here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To conclude..Blenheim palace is definitely one of the “must-see” places in UK and you should easily allocate a day in whole to witness and completely absorb the true beauty of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK9fvL_cnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/mTDn3hKRPG8/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233954069898293874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK9fvL_cnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/mTDn3hKRPG8/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-2737028592109385903?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/2737028592109385903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=2737028592109385903' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/2737028592109385903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/2737028592109385903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2008/08/cradle-of-great.html' title='Cradle of the Great!!!'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SKK4QyU8QFI/AAAAAAAAANk/VvZ97f7lvUw/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-6971019464102267259</id><published>2008-07-18T15:07:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:21.398Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>The Greener Side Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SICmGpPIenI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JRXPo1qkU1w/s1600-h/0SK03CAFBXHGACA1SV1L6CAOAE0MYCAZ0I1WXCAJI3UQ5CAVBHNMMCAYT8DUOCA8V6GLKCA1UX5A3CAJYH0JECAAUHN6CCATQ3CY5CAPAKM9CCADGXMVVCALOS84XCAEQPAESCAKCEMIPCAXN316Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224358200828525170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SICmGpPIenI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JRXPo1qkU1w/s320/0SK03CAFBXHGACA1SV1L6CAOAE0MYCAZ0I1WXCAJI3UQ5CAVBHNMMCAYT8DUOCA8V6GLKCA1UX5A3CAJYH0JECAAUHN6CCATQ3CY5CAPAKM9CCADGXMVVCALOS84XCAEQPAESCAKCEMIPCAXN316Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Welcome Welcome!!!!” I whispered ..mentally lost in the beauty of the newcomers to my home. What colour and splendour they exuded!!!!!.. Would “Miss Universe” be humbled in front of them??!!! Are they the loveliest creations on earth??!!!...S led the newcomers to our patio and gave them their comfortable positions which would turn out be their permanent place of habitation henceforth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just returned from a nursery carrying a set of potted plants to adorn our patio. Although we intended to do this as a measure to primarily beautify our backyard..a strange feeling crept in just after we lodged those plants. It was as though they were an extension of our family and that we now had the responsibility to help these life forms thrive and flourish. I felt it a bit weird to feel so sentimental about something that was not even half the size of my daughter. I thought this be some impulsive, transient, ephemeral feeling which would decamp after a short nap. Perhaps I was wrong in thinking so!!!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutting the door that leads to my patio..I came into my house..I could not help taking a second look at my patio through the glass doors of my home. We had carefully selected the plants in such a way that no two plants birthed flowers of the same colour. There were gorgeous red roses on one end and the lavishly elegant Marigold French on the other. Marigold French bear flowers which have a brilliant combination of bright yellow, orange and red. One look at them, we tend to wonder how nature is the master and superior most of all artists. Could colours be even blended more tastefully? In between them we had arranged the plants that gave out pure white, lavender and pink flowers respectively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each flower is a soul opening out to nature.- Gerald De Nerval&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amidst these, was the handsome shrub, the evergreen conifer, enjoying the company of the delicate breed of darlings all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter became a little uncomfortable in the last half an hour or so as she was brimming with jealousy. She just felt undue attention was being given to some other entity at her home other than her own self. This attention was something she had got so much used to, being the indisputable boss of our home. It was as though she started to harbour “sibling rivalry”. In an attempt to cheer her up, I told her that she could have an allowance of two flowers per day and that she could place them over the pictures of GOD in our prayer room. We began this ritual on the first day itself. She was really excited doing it and little did I know that it was going to become a regular feature in her typical day in the forthcoming weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, as even I woke up I made up a mental note of the list of tasks for the day and was quite amused to find that “watering the plants” cropped up immediately after the task of feeding my daughter. The unconscious sequencing of the tasks made me wonder if I considered both the tasks to be almost of equal importance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes subconsciously this addition to our patio has brought about a subtle change in all of us. The following weekends, I observed S getting his hands dirty with “Compost” to provide nutrition for these plants and was busy changing those plants to bigger pots. Every time it rained during the day(the crazy British weather!!!) my daughter and I would run almost involuntarily towards the glass door which would unfold the view of our patio. My daughter would point out at the plants and would make a gesture as though she was feeling sorry for them getting wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a relaxed day, when everything around us is calm... each one of us in our family would be caught unaware by the others, at different times , for silently gazing at the resplendent flowers endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where flowers bloom so does hope.- Lady Bird Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have not ventured into gardening yet, I can say with certainty that you are missing out on a great source of pleasure and gratification.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-6971019464102267259?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/6971019464102267259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=6971019464102267259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/6971019464102267259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/6971019464102267259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2008/07/greener-side-of-life.html' title='The Greener Side Of Life'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SICmGpPIenI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JRXPo1qkU1w/s72-c/0SK03CAFBXHGACA1SV1L6CAOAE0MYCAZ0I1WXCAJI3UQ5CAVBHNMMCAYT8DUOCA8V6GLKCA1UX5A3CAJYH0JECAAUHN6CCATQ3CY5CAPAKM9CCADGXMVVCALOS84XCAEQPAESCAKCEMIPCAXN316Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-879759172844091543</id><published>2008-06-17T15:01:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:21.566Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>blah blah kiddie corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SFfHHt2JAZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gZIDL8qUpb4/s1600-h/picture+perfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212854029084328338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SFfHHt2JAZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gZIDL8qUpb4/s320/picture+perfect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SFfGtC1tAqI/AAAAAAAAALs/c69hYfexQKw/s1600-h/picture+perfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“OOOOOOOO”,”IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII”,”EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”....are you someone passing by my home ??..then you are sure to hear these monosyllables repeated over and over again relentlessly. Oh no..please do not jump to a wrong conclusion that this could be due to domestic violence....”S” is too much of a good person for all that .Of course I would not dare to raise my hands against him..so the only other option is also ruled out. Breaking the suspense(???) , it is because of the coaching of a mum to her daughter ..Itz Me!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter, who has stepped into her toddler years recently, has been needing a bit of pepping up and help in improving her verbal communication skills. It is quite surprising that she is taking her own sweet time in this area because both the people whom she has known for her entire life and who have introduced her into this world ,need to be reminded often to shut their mouths and their nonstop yackety-yak(ing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a bit of help and inputs  from the professionals in that area, I am able to see some steady progress in her. I wanted to share whatever little I have learnt from my experience with the rest of the mums who might need some techniques and tools to deal with similar (not so serious)problems. First of all, I am being told that this is a common problem with kids exposed to multilingual household. I am still having to question the veracity of this popular statement. Anyway our family also falls into the category of being conversant with and speaking in more than one language at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the first step forward is to confine our day to day talks to one single language preferably our own mother tongues. This way our child is being given an opportunity to have a strong foundation laid in one language. Once this has been established well then getting acquainted with the secondary or more languages becomes relatively easier for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often communication between the parents and children are encouraged to happen face to face. This way kids get to observe our lip movements and they eventually try to mimic the same. So we have to get down to their eye level whenever we talk to them and utter the words at a slow pace so that it could be easily followed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sentences that we use for the expression of our thoughts have to be as short and simple as possible. Preferably not more than 3 words in a sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For ex: instead of saying “why don’t you remove your shoes” we could say “shoes off”&lt;br /&gt;Instead of staying “ you should wear your shirt”, it could be put forth as “ shirt on”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots and lots of encouragement and appreciation need to be given to the little ones. Whenever they speak to adults they have to be made to feel very important and listened to. This not only offers them confidence to pursue their newly acquired skill, but also infuses a sense of pride in them simply because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their WORDS mean a lot to their parents who in turn mean a WORLD to the kids themselves!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stick on to routines that are very regular and try and use the same words as a part of the routine over and over again. For instance, every day after lunch, we could read out the same book to our kids and try and point out the same set of objects in the book day after day. Familiarity and repetition with a definite set of words goes a long way in stimulating the speech process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online games like the ones below come to our aid as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/us/fun/games/phonics/default.asp"&gt;http://www.fisher-price.com/us/fun/games/phonics/default.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real world objects and their association with names for identification accelerate the pace of learning. Instead of monotonously uttering the names of vegetables, fruits and other objects, a trip to a nearby local supermarket where the kids can see and touch every such vegetable and fruit and thus learning to identify and relate those using their names prove to be a fruitful technique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am no expert in this field nor do I do R&amp;amp;D in this area.. These are a few ideas  from experts which have proven to be of some help to me. These could or could not work for others. Please do not hold me responsible for any kind of outcomes...Common Sense as well as trial and error methodology overrules everything!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-879759172844091543?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/879759172844091543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=879759172844091543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/879759172844091543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/879759172844091543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2008/06/blah-blah-kiddie-corner.html' title='blah blah kiddie corner'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SFfHHt2JAZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gZIDL8qUpb4/s72-c/picture+perfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-2296320312644018973</id><published>2008-05-30T09:59:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:21.709Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parmarthananda'/><title type='text'>The Karma Chameleon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SD_DRvLmhHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cU0qLxHX9H0/s1600-h/ages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206094403753903218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SD_DRvLmhHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cU0qLxHX9H0/s320/ages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word karma meaning “action” in the strictest sense has always been a topic of debate and discussion in all parts of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India, this word has got so much integrated with our thought system that with or without much contemplation, we are instantaneously able to relate this to “As we sow, so we reap” . Hinduism elaborates on the laws that are pertaining to karma and how the entire phenomenon of creation is governed by the laws of karma. We shall come to it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin from the standpoint of a novice. Throughout our lives we see all sorts of diversities and disparities around us. There are always opposites in every aspect of creation ...the rich and the poor ..the able bodied and the disabled...birth and death...joy and sorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could we possibly attribute these differences to?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are some babies born in affluent families treading upon the path of aggrandisement while a few others are born into families that lead impoverished life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we dismiss all these differences as a random outcome of creation?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then as the Vedic exponents have claimed and propagated :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ourselves are the witnesses of so much of orderliness in the way the elements of nature operate .The sun never fails to rise in the eastern direction and set in the western direction , the earth never takes a break from revolving around the sun or rotating on its own axis. The sea never stops experiencing the continuous evolution and expiry of waves. All these are essential components of this cosmic creation. When all these behave in such a predictable manner as though they are abiding by the laws of creation with utmost obedience and discipline, how could the human beings and the circumstances that determine the quality of their lives alone be a random outcome of creation?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There needs to be an answer to all this. The only difference between the other elements of creation and the rational human beings are that we are blessed with the faculties of “free-will” and “intellect”. The omnipotent creator of the universe has empowered and authorised us to decide and enact our actions and thoughts in a way WE CHOOSE TO ,while the other elements of creation have been deprived of this faculty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be endowed with such a privilege does not come free of cost. The cost we pay for this is to hold the complete responsibility for all our actions and reap the consequences accordingly. Even according to scientific theories, every action triggers a reaction. Hence good actions fructify as positive experiences and bad actions fructify as undesirable experiences in life. This is the law of Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next question that crops up in our minds is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all good people should lead a blissful and gratifying life and all wrong doers should be punished intensely in their lives. But sometimes we do see contradicting happenings in our own lives and the ones around us. The answer proposed by Vedas is that we should not confine our assessment- only with regards to our current lives. We have to take into consideration that we are all a part of cyclic and multiple courses of birth and deaths in the cosmos. So the effects of our actions could be felt in either the current life or any one of our reincarnations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first and foremost we should have an unshakable faith in the fact that the Superpower that is the cause of all creation is unbiased and just at all times and does not endeavour to inflict unwarranted pain at any point in our lives. Every iota of happiness and sorrow that we experience in our current lives is what we have earned for ourselves because of our past actions. No one else or any other entity in the universe is to be blamed for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strong belief in the above theory has two fold effects. The first one being, it serves as an incentive for us to lead an ethical and moral life so that our current doings would pave way for a good future. If our past actions are responsible for our current life, then drawing a corollary, our current actions should determine the quality of our future life (or lives).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second effect being we can free ourselves from feeling victimised and getting entangled in the clutches of self-pity. To elaborate on this, if we believe that all the happenings in our lives are just random outcomes of creation, while we immensely enjoy the happy moments, we shall feel victimised when we are subjected to undesirable happenings. We shall wrongly conclude that the sorrow that we are undergoing has been unduly imposed on us. This would further reinforce the feeling of helplessness in us. On the other hand if we realise that only because of our “not-so-good “actions in the past , the current sorrows are inflicted upon us, then we shall reconcile to the fact and start thinking ahead on what needs to be done next to set everything right and do the needful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law of karma goes a long way in giving us a mental makeover to take control over our lives and feel the necessity to adhere to the Dharmic laws. It teaches us not to affiliate ourselves with the concept of fatalism. It reinforces the fact that how and what we want to be henceforth is completely in our hands and minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To demystify the key concepts of life and get a better insight into the very purpose of all this, lectures on the interpretation of Vedas and Upanishads go a long way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A living legend is Swami Paramarthananda, a disciple of Swami Dayananda Saraswathi. His logically organised lectures and his methodical reasoning out of the various concepts of Vedas makes it very easy for us to comprehend the essence of the great works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more details refer to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sastraprakasika.org/Swamijis/Paramartha/c_l_para.asp"&gt;http://sastraprakasika.org/Swamijis/Paramartha/c_l_para.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vedantavidyarthisangha.org/"&gt;http://www.vedantavidyarthisangha.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-2296320312644018973?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/2296320312644018973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=2296320312644018973' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/2296320312644018973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/2296320312644018973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2008/05/karma-chameleon.html' title='The Karma Chameleon'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SD_DRvLmhHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cU0qLxHX9H0/s72-c/ages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-4220659330571267792</id><published>2008-05-09T17:43:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:21.866Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windsor Castle'/><title type='text'>The  Abode Of The Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SCSBwsj32mI/AAAAAAAAAKU/P1rwKOQkKhc/s1600-h/Windsor_Castle_from_the_air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198422543487720034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SCSBwsj32mI/AAAAAAAAAKU/P1rwKOQkKhc/s320/Windsor_Castle_from_the_air.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SCSA3sj32lI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NKAxFOXM034/s1600-h/Windsor_Castle_from_the_air.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was a long weekend as the humankind chose to commemorate the achievements of the labour movement. Simply put ....May Day holiday. S and I decided to spend one of those days in a place of historic importance. Windsor Castle was the closest and the most practicable option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody living in the United Kingdom would be aware even in the deep slumber state of the following fact. Getting hold of a parking space for their car in any public place in UK is a nightmare. So to beat this, we left for the Castle much before a British(er) would wake up on a holiday. That was around 9:00 in the morning. The roads of Windsor looked deserted and we were bestowed upon with the rarest of the privileges of getting to choose a suitable parking slot for our car, amidst hundreds of vacant slots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a couple of tens of minutes at our disposal before the Castle was going to be opened for public view. We expended those minutes on the banks of river Thames while my daughter was becharmed by the ducks and swans in the river. Those were comparable to my daughter in size and were a delightful source of entertainment to her twinkling eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the gates of the Castle gave way for its visitors. The enormity of the building(s) and its surrounding open space would leave anyone gaping and gasping for breath. Throughout our tour of the Castle, we were provided with a “walkie talkie kind of thing” with key pad on it. Each key in the key pad unfolded the description and specialities of a particular area of the Castle through an audio clip. To this day, the Castle is one of the official residences of the Queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the wonders of the castle is the “Doll House” . This doll house has been created for the queen Mary as a gift by her husband. Whether it was originally intended to be a display of affection of a husband to his wife or was it more of an effort to leave its onlookers flabbergasted, is for its visitors to ruminate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Doll House has magnificent collection of miniature items , figurines and art pieces. In fact there was a miniature replication of the castle itself. One could estimate the amount of efforts, time and skill that has gone towards the creation of these exquisite items from the extent of details that has been brought out on them. Awesome is one word that could describe them. Every piece of display item, starting from the carpets to the flower vase to the functional flushable toilet were identical to their original counterparts, except that they were reduced in size of the order of 1:12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we moved on to the State Apartments, we got to witness some of the finest pieces of art and collections belonging to the Royals. The resplendence and the sumptuousness of the palace was a testimony of sheer power and wealth that they held, once upon a time. A great portion of them were the acquired wealth obtained as and when the empire colonised and took over the other parts of the world. One of them worth mentioning is Tippu Sultan’s gold Tiger’s head. If only our fore fathers had been united in India a few centuries back, we would have had the opportunity of boasting the ownership of such marvels today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who are interested in the complete details of the collection please visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.royalcollection.org.uk/eGallery/"&gt;http://www.royalcollection.org.uk/eGallery/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we moved on, we wondered about the workmanship of silver furniture, stunning chandeliers, ceilings covered with elegant drawings, wooden carvings transformed into architectural wonders that have touched unspoken horizons of perfection. The grandeur of every section of the palace, be it the State Dining room or the audience chamber or the drawing room makes us think if this is the closest representation of heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a visual treat in the truest sense. Once out of the Castle I came to my senses that there were 2 more people who had accompanied me and at that moment I was incognisant of their whereabouts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOOOOOOO..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could spot S distantly carrying our little one on his shoulders as she had fallen asleep hours before (and obviously had refused to get into the pram). The rest of the day got spent tending to S’s back pain and my little one’s crankiness due to lack of undisturbed sleep. Is this what people call as “paying the price???”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-4220659330571267792?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/4220659330571267792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=4220659330571267792' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/4220659330571267792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/4220659330571267792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2008/05/abode-of-queen.html' title='The  Abode Of The Queen'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SCSBwsj32mI/AAAAAAAAAKU/P1rwKOQkKhc/s72-c/Windsor_Castle_from_the_air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-3595489577688936837</id><published>2008-04-24T22:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:22.036Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SBEAEX5xtLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GAqq2QuGl50/s1600-h/once_upon_a_time_wm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192931920470717618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SBEAEX5xtLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GAqq2QuGl50/s320/once_upon_a_time_wm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was whiling away my time on the Internet, I could overhear the dialogues of a movie, making references to World War, from the idiot box in the next room. Of course it was S enjoying a few hours of his evening time peacefully without being bothered by me or my little one. This, to him, is one of the vital necessities to refresh him after a tiring day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I went back virtually in time by more than a decade. Back then,I was attempting to be a studious and an attentive student in school. Whether I ever succeeded in becoming one or not , is a zillion dollar question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the tenth grade we were not offered with many options with regards to the subjects that we had to hear the lectures of and take exams. “History” was one subject that never failed to lapidify me. I always used to think it was such an utter waste of time and the tutors who handled the subject were invariably vocalising the text books ,word for word. That “one hour” or so of the lecture would seem like an interminable torture. I always used to prepare for history exams with an intense dislike, as I failed to see a purpose with “History”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think :&lt;br /&gt;What use is of “History” when compared to Science and Maths which were going to help us realise our dreams of becoming doctors and engineers in future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the first day of my ninth grade .Our Maths teacher had just completed her session and we were waiting for our history teacher to step in. “Oh My God” how many more days do I need to endure this torment was what I thought to myself. I was waiting for a miracle to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miracle did happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my surprise, this new teacher never got on board with the textual lessons in the first session. She dedicated the whole hour for highlighting the significance of “history” and why it is so important to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;History may be called, more generally still, the Message, verbal or written, which all Mankind delivers to everyman-Thomas Carlyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to realise that, the present can never be fully appreciated and hailed without the information or idea of the past. What we are today is a consequence of what we were and what we did yesterday. It is from history we know what good was done in the past for us to realise its benefits now and what atrocities happened in the same past that has led us to where we are now. History shows us the correct path that we need to tread on and helps us distinguish the bitter from the better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study of great civilisations, the downfall of great empires and dynasties, the study of renaissance , revolutions, the great wars and every other area of “history” casts light on some or other human behavioural tendencies and what man has been craving for from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of viewing history as a few lines in a text book, I learnt to treasure it as a snapshot of the world at any particular instance of time. It explains the evolution of mankind from being primitive Homosapiens to the ultra modern kind that they are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History teaches everything including the future-Lamartine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take this opportunity to thank the teacher who showed me the bigger picture of the subject and helped me appreciate its true essence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there is a present , there will be a history- Itz Me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-3595489577688936837?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/3595489577688936837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=3595489577688936837' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/3595489577688936837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/3595489577688936837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2008/04/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/SBEAEX5xtLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GAqq2QuGl50/s72-c/once_upon_a_time_wm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-3207214980726304144</id><published>2008-03-19T19:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:22.206Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><title type='text'>Chak De Chennai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/R-Fp3yQd9SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ndJHwdbmlbM/s1600-h/TrafficJamAlert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179537453557347618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/R-Fp3yQd9SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ndJHwdbmlbM/s320/TrafficJamAlert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been quite some since I experimented with my writing skills. I was away on a vacation to my beloved homeland for a couple of months, the southern part of India for the annual “reunion” with my family. How much ever I like to call it as Madras , I am still practising hard reluctantly to use its current name Chennai. We had planned much in advance so that this trip would not turn out to be a yet another whirlwind trip. I was amazed to find the transformation that Chennai has undergone in the recent years. Although I grew up in this city, when I went back this time I could no longer relate Chennai to the same city that had fostered me all these years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chennai seems to closely follow and mimic the “Bombay” kind of life. All the roads and eat outs are illuminated well and brimming with people even at 11:00 in the night. The average standard of life has risen significantly and perceptibly. Mobile phones have become a necessary possession of everyone irrespective of which stratum of economy they belong to. There is no paucity of cars and automobile vehicles , needless to mention the stir that the “Tata Nano” has created. A great number of so-called “middle class” families (as identified in the early 90s) have climbed up the economic ladder and no longer want to be identified with that “touchy” tag name. I would attribute a majority of this to the emergence of I.T sector. The per-capita income has increased considerably and has paved way for more and more affordability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other family seem to own a property and a vehicle and appear to have managed to grab a chance to visit the western countries as tourists. I could still remember those times when mere boarding a flight was like a dream come true . I am genuinely delighted to see the way my beloved place is flourishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I turning a blind eye to something else???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....May be....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is true that all that I wrote above was meant to be delivered in all round earnestness...but it is also true that the infrastructure back in Chennai needs a serious intervention and improvement. The influx of the increasing number of cars is in a way intimidating when one notices the pathetic conditions of the roads and their scrimpy dimensional boundaries. There is absolutely no adherence to any of the traffic rules and the most aggressive driver gets to reach his destination first..( of course the destination could be in the earth or heaven). There is no more the concept of “peak” and “off-peak” hours of traffic. The moment you take your vehicle out of your house , be assured your time and patience would be quality tried and tested .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends working for I.T companies seem to have unreasonably long working hours during the week days that they are completely deprived of a personal time during the week. The kids are having to be reminded of their parents faces only during the week ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mosquitoes are a never ending source of entertainment, as one could spend all night trying to electrocute them using the increasingly popular “electric bats”. These bats look akin to the tennis racquet and needs punctilious charging and maintenance. I was wondering what clever innovations and inventions such small creatures like mosquitoes could lead to. Tap water before being consumed had to be double and triple boiled after being treated by aqua –guard . That too, paranoid mothers from abroad are experts in extracting a single cup of boiled water from a jug full of tap water for their kids. (yes ..you got it right...The rest goes off as steam due to excessive and repeated boiling).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I kept making my visits from one relative’s place to another, I could not avoid hearing the grumblings about how the politicians in power are handling the affairs of the state and if these politicians are more hell bent on dealing with their family politics rather than the state politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I could only conclude that although there is growth in one end of the spectrum , the other end seems to be unaddressed. The day to day living of a Chennaiite is still a struggle by itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who is to set it right?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-3207214980726304144?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/3207214980726304144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=3207214980726304144' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/3207214980726304144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/3207214980726304144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2008/03/chak-de-chennai.html' title='Chak De Chennai'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/R-Fp3yQd9SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ndJHwdbmlbM/s72-c/TrafficJamAlert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-2831115014984944450</id><published>2007-12-29T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:22.357Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimism'/><title type='text'>B +ve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/R3Zm909sQjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WZz_cAebzoc/s1600-h/optimism.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149416436320191026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/R3Zm909sQjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WZz_cAebzoc/s320/optimism.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past 20 and odd years of my life, one of the words in English that has become so dear to me is “optimism “. Synonymous to “positive thinking” this word has a charm on its own. It was during my college days that this word became very familiar to me , especially because we were geared up for campus recruitment and corporate interviews. We were expected to develop the so called “Right Attitude” in which optimism played a key role. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irrespective of whether we understood the substance of such words truly or not, we knew by then, that such words had the magic powers of taking us closer to what we were longing to hear after a campus interview&lt;br /&gt;“ Congrats!!..You’ve made it!!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back then, I was not quite sure how I could fit “optimism” in all spheres of my life. I could only very clearly distinguish every happening in my life as either a “positive one” or a “negative one”. I was not sure how I could apply and associate the concept of optimism with an incident that could bring even a slightly negative impact on my day to day existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as life stretches out and we come face to face with a wide spectrum of varying experiences (both good and bad ones) we learn to tweak our perspective a little so that it will keep us alive and kicking at all times. The vital difference being, we learn that instead of calling an experience “bad” , it only takes the slightest of efforts to call that same experience as one with “less of goodness” in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious of the rose. -Kahlil Gibran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose being rose and the thorn being thorn , optimist gives emphasis to one aspect of it , while the pessimist views it from a different angle. At the end of the day, what is important for us is an attitude that will keep us moving forward at all times. It is here that optimism outweighs pessimism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However ,these days we have given certain facets of pessimism a glossy finish by calling it “Contingency Management”. This of-course is a necessary devil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As and when S listens to “Bhagavad Gītā” I get the privilege of over-hearing bits and pieces of it, while my primary job is to dance to the tunes of my the my little honey. Gītā says that there is nothing pleasant or unpleasant in absolute terms ,it is all in our mind and the way we look at things. Although at the outset this seems to be a very revolutionary thought to ingest, on a bit more of scrutiny there does seem to be some truth in this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment we embark upon our journey of life on this earth, we (our minds) are being constantly fed with ideas about what is good and what is bad. By the time we reach our adult-hood our minds are predisposed to gauge every happening in our life in a certain unique way:&lt;br /&gt;Either as favourable or unfavourable to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While favourable incidents can cause mental comfort , unfavourable incidents cause turbulence in our system and disturb our mental equilibrium. That is when optimism comes in handy. When we compare the cause of our disturbance with a relatively much more stressful situation (hypothetical) , our mind automatically gets consoled that what we are currently facing may not be all that painful as it appears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, when S and I travel by car and get caught in the middle of a nerve-wracking traffic jam we always have two choices before us. We could either curse our stars for the unnecessary waste of fuel in our car or feel happy that at least this way we are forced to spend some time with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that I find difficult to come to terms with , is that S always thinks both the two options stated above are worth “cursing his stars”!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-2831115014984944450?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/2831115014984944450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=2831115014984944450' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/2831115014984944450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/2831115014984944450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/12/b-ve.html' title='B +ve'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/R3Zm909sQjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WZz_cAebzoc/s72-c/optimism.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-905939074759415619</id><published>2007-12-16T18:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:27:31.977Z</updated><title type='text'>Me the Blogger!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a few months since I started blogging and I now want to halt for a moment, take a deep breath and aggregate all my impressions and ideas about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; and blogging. I started blogging mainly because I did not know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired by another blogger ,whom I accidentally bumped into, during one of the social gatherings. I did not have even the slightest inkling as to whether “blogging” was my cup of tea . Still I garnered all my courage to start one . Only because , if at all it becomes a “flop show” I can silently slip off into obscurity before anyone could take a notice. Of course I have stumbled upon a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;web logs&lt;/span&gt; with no activity since stone age times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After posting my first blog, I can still recollect the waves of excitement that pervaded all over me and thousands of butterflies that fluttered by , in my tummy. Somehow I had thought that the moment my post invades the world wide web, I would have thousands of avid readers flocking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blog spot&lt;/span&gt; and my comments section throwing a “comments overflow and out of space ” problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little had I realised then, that web-logging world is a world on its own with innumerable versatile creators. I have been completely floored on reading some exceptionally good blogs which have touched unspoken realms of “out-of-the-box” thinking . I might not be able to emulate them all , but I do not intend to make a hasty retreat and hide myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this quote somewhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are more writers of blogs right now than there are readers, so that's clearly a vanity phenomenon - John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doerr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not agree with this at all . Every blogger has his/her own “free-will” to find an expression to his/her views and showcase it to the world. I think web -logging world is a network on its own which crosses all geographic boundaries and people from such varied backgrounds are able to exchange their opinions and ideas. This is so much of an open forum to express one’s thoughts either as short articles, prose, poetry ,pictures ,stories or even paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cases I find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;web logs&lt;/span&gt; are more of an outlet of the author’s inner perceptions. In a few other cases they are not exactly a representation of the blogger’s true nature or thoughts , nevertheless in the end the blog turns out to be an interesting piece of read. In my observation the most popular ones are those that are soaked in comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also how true these words are:&lt;br /&gt;Whether your intended audience is large of small, public or private, you now have some extra motivation for writing as frequently and as well as you can. Knowing that someone is reading your side, you will unconsciously seek to express yourself a little more clearly and will likely be anxious to maintain a fairly steady publication schedule. &lt;a style="FLOAT: left" href="http://rebeccablood.zaadz.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quotes.zaadz.com/rebeccablood"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; Blood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank all those of you who have been giving me your encouragement and support to pursue this interest of mine .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-905939074759415619?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/905939074759415619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=905939074759415619' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/905939074759415619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/905939074759415619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/12/weblogs.html' title='Me the Blogger!!!!!'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-2777122670728935379</id><published>2007-12-07T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:40:35.014Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>I Promise!!!!</title><content type='html'>Cheers to a New Year and another chance for us to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;- Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about a month to go before another new year unfolds and here I was trying to jot down my new year resolutions. I was so much in a contemplative mood trying to do a thorough introspection, that “S” looked up at me incredulously .Reason being it was very atypical of me to get engrossed in such reclusive activities. Not able to resist his urge to barge into my thought process he asked me “What are you up to now?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having a nagging feeling of restlessness within me of late, that my day to day life is more and more self-centred. From the moment I wake up to the time I hit the bed, all my thoughts and actions are focused either around my immediate family or myself. It is the monotony of the same old routine that repeats itself day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“S” couldn't help but say “Oh God are you saying we need to swap roles?”. .Please spare me for heaven’s sake”. I could clearly make out from his horror-stricken voice that he dreaded even the thought of having to play mom’s role for our 21 months old sweetheart. He always thinks Dads are the blessed souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However that was not even close to what I had in my mind. I was more concerned about what is it that I was contributing to the world to make it a wee bit better place to live in. Given the restrictions that I have to attend to my full time employer( my daughter) and cannot spend too much time outside of my house, I had to come up with some ideas that are viable . These were a few thoughts that gushed into my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Try and be prompt in disposing off my unused and old clothes to charities on a more regular basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Try and set up a bird house in summer in my patio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Try and save 20p per day every day and donate the accrued amount to an orphanage, at the end of the year. Please do not ask me how I arrived at the 20p figure. The intention was to keep it at a minimum so one does not feel the pinch of it.Also to make it a regular feature of everyday life, so that I can be grateful for whatever the great God has given to me and not whinge about a few trivial problems in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Try and be regular in calling up my relatives and friends and giving them a little praise for their adorable qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Try and add a few plants to my front yard .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Try and use the recycling bin more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Pray for 5 minutes daily to the Almighty for the welfare of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Try and feed the ducks in the lakes now and then with left over bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After noting down all these in a piece of paper, I showed my list to “S” who was in our kitchen gulping water. When he finished reading I could see tears in his eyes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a quieter moment later on the same day, I asked him with all earnestness which was the point in the list that moved him a lot and caused his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a startled look and said “Err…when you came into the kitchen with your list on paper, I guess you failed to notice the chopping board with cut pieces of onions near me ….you know my eyes are too sensitive to these onions…”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD SAVE US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-2777122670728935379?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/2777122670728935379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=2777122670728935379' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/2777122670728935379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/2777122670728935379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-promise.html' title='I Promise!!!!'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-4738863290769109444</id><published>2007-11-26T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:22.387Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Om shanti Om'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Masala Masala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/R0wwc59eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/6NK1gJcpa7Y/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chairs were arranged in a linear fashion with so much of orderliness. People had started occupying them here and there in a scattered manner. "S"and I filled two of the seats and I kept gazing at what was in front of us with my eyes wide opened .It took a while to sink into me that we had finally made it here . "S" and I had a feeling of having taken the pains of crossing seven seas and seven mountains similar to those narrated in fairy tales to reach this place in time. It was nearly after two years that we were able to make it to this .Yipeeeeeeeeee.. finally we were in a cinema theatre to watch a movie.I can hear you say " so much of a build-up for such a simple thing?". Well, my answer is ..come and meet me after you have a baby and I bet you would call this a herculean task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our patience was tried for the first half an hour with the screening of crazy advertisements and trailers which seemed to continue for eternity. Finally we were able to hear the title song of the movie for which we had purchased the tickets. We were transformed to a world that existed 30 years back. Hold on!!!!..we were not watching a movie of yesteryear but one of the most recent ones, the Hindi movie "Om Shanti Om". There was my favourite hero ShahRukh khan on the screen in his best form and for the first time I regretted for having lead a futile life not even knowing how to whistle. Then came the introduction of the heroine. I was utterly gobsmacked and wondered if such flawless beauties existed even in these modern times. Of course I was constantly sussing out the reactions of "S" to the introduction of the heroine. He was putting up a bland face concealing his true response perhaps to put me at ease(or so I thought).The bucket of popcorn that we had purchased outside , slowly and steadily had found its way into our tummies already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the movie was shot in an ambiance of the late 70s. The atmosphere in the movie was brought out with so much of perfection and with a tinge of corny comedy which is so very characteristic of Farah Khan , the director . We could easily relate the memorable events of the 70s. ShahRukh was the protagonist and his acting reassured that his stardom was a well deserved one. Nevertheless one should not question the credibility of the story. The story revolved around death ,re-incarnation and retaliation.It has the recipe for a successful movie with correct proportions of romance, action, horror, thrill ,action etc etc. But this movie lacks in depth and intensity. We are somehow not able to empathise with the characters regardless of how well the actors emote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is an entertainer and I earnestly request you to shun your reasoning capability and rationalism if you intend to watch this movie.After a solid three hours the movie ended with the appearance of the technicians and the backstage heroes on the screen . This is something that I attribute to the directorial touch of Farah who is consistently making an attempt to bring these unnoticed artists to limelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we came out of the theatre , I beamed with pride and commented to "S".."See ,my selection has never gone wrong..truly a great movie!!!!". "S" only smiled and replied "If you are happy , I am ". What am I to infer from this statement?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-4738863290769109444?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/4738863290769109444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=4738863290769109444' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/4738863290769109444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/4738863290769109444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/11/bollywood-masala.html' title='Masala Masala'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-3499881848404748747</id><published>2007-11-14T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:22.492Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wembley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby's Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RzsRpxbD3cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YRVyVkW2Ja8/s1600-h/200px-Babys_day_out_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132715609657957826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RzsRpxbD3cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YRVyVkW2Ja8/s320/200px-Babys_day_out_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To begin with, for my own convenience I shall refer to my husband as "S" henceforth. The first Sunday of last month dawned with an air of surprise for me. "S" bounced up from his bed and cried "Lets all go to Wembley today ". I doubted the intention of his declaration as I have known him to be an ardent lover of his laptop during the weekends .He, on a ideal weekend would prefer to be glued to his laptop as it is one poor thing that could serve him ceaselessly the whole day and match with his seemingly endless reserves of energy levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to figure out the credibility of his plan , I muttered "Is Wembley not within London?? .Why this sudden interest for you to visit the place???"... One word that he uttered made me speechless and it was "Chennai Dosa". We live outside London and South Indian cuisines are not in our vicinity.Within the next 40 mins time we were in Wembley car park near Chennai Dosa. I was peeping out of the car window like a "child in a candy shop" from the moment our car set its wheels into Wembley .I was genuinely baffled as to whether I had boarded a flight and disembarked in India already.I had a "peep show" of all kinds of shops starting from jewellery shops to designer wear saree shops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent a solid 1 hour in Chennai Dosa and I bet we had tried every other item listed in the menu .The look on the waiter's face made it evident that he thought that we were starved refugees from areas hit by famine. To add fuel to the burning fire , "S" said "After tasting the food you cook anything else tastes like "ambrosia". If only I had a magic wand like "Harry Potter", I would have converted "S" into a "plate of pulao" that was three days old. Our bellies were "house full" and unable to stuff in any more food we made our exit out of "Chennai Dosa" and started walking towards the chain of Indian shops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"S" naively (not aware of the implications) offered to take charge of the pram with our little one in it ,while my Mother In Law and I went shopping. We set our foot into every "chota mota" shop that had a name board . I was in cloud nine when I managed to get a "gaagra choli" for my 20 months old baby girl. It was meant to be her attire for the impending Diwali(remember this is an one month old flash back) . I imagined her to be like "Aishwarya Rai" in that choli and all her boy friends queuing up before our home to get a glimpse of her. My "daydreaming" was interrupted by my daughter's father who screamed " I cant imagine it took one hour for you to select that one metre piece of cloth". Now you know why men are deemed so different from women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the handbag shop, saree shop ,jewellery shop and what not , with a touch of Indian designs and tastes. We ventured into each one of them and "S's" purse was put to best and maximum use that it looked a little worn out by the end of the day.Before I realised , it was time for the sun to set. "S"was drained of his patience levels (thanks to our extremely co-operative off spring) and one look on his face , I understood it was time to leave. Half hearted, I boarded into our car. This trip had stirred up a feeling of nostalgia in me and I kept thinking about the days when I used to go for shopping with my family in India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It suddenly struck to me that how lucky we are!!!..We are in this foreign land fully reaping the benefits of the opulence, advancement and the development of this country and at the same time enjoying the richness of our Indian way of life which can never be complete without the unparalleled Indian food and Indian costumes.As "S" often puts it "We have the best of both worlds".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course , it would not be fair to end this blog without mentioning this. Since that trip "S" has never ever offered to drive us again to Wembley . He is still in the clutches of "post traumatic stress" of going for a shopping with " TWO WOMEN" and "an adorable elf". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-3499881848404748747?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/3499881848404748747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=3499881848404748747' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/3499881848404748747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/3499881848404748747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/11/babys-day-out.html' title='Baby&apos;s Day Out'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RzsRpxbD3cI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YRVyVkW2Ja8/s72-c/200px-Babys_day_out_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-5014068820543228072</id><published>2007-11-05T09:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:22.897Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>"Out-Of-the-World" Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/Ry7p9UNenAI/AAAAAAAAAII/tTfu9WjAnIg/s1600-h/2006_08_28_spacebar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129294265228106754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/Ry7p9UNenAI/AAAAAAAAAII/tTfu9WjAnIg/s320/2006_08_28_spacebar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was stranded in the middle of no-where not having a clue of what is to befall upon me. My heart was pounding at a speed greater than those witnessed in formula-racing. I had a feeling that my body had released all the adrenaline that it could possibly let go of. All I could see around me was an arid land with mounds of sand. The sweeping sound of the wind was becoming weaker in its decibel levels as it was being overpowered slowly by some inexplicable sound that I had never heard of before. I could see a flying saucer land very close to me. Off came an “imp” out of it and embraced me with its abominable limbs. I cried out loud due to excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh not again” exclaimed my husband. I have had a dream .An “afternoon-mare” perhaps as I was in the mid of my afternoon nap on a weekend. My screaming in the mid of my sleep has become so much of a regular feature these days that my husband pays more attention to the undecipherable rattling noise of my little one rather than listening to my “dream world “ stories. Well, my curiosity about the UFOs (Unidentified Flying Objects as they are often talked about) has been the root cause for all this. I have always wondered if there are “living creatures” fondly (??!!!) recognized as aliens , thriving in worlds other than ours. If that is true how would they look, how would they communicate and would they in reality be as weird as they are being depicted in novels and movies?. Would they hear using their nostrils and breathe using their ears?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindu mythology always talks about the co-existence of innumerable galaxies and life-forms. I wonder if this is just mythology or if it has any correlation with the reality. Although there have been quite a few sightings of these abnormal objects across the globe, most of the times they have been dismissed grossly as hallucinations, hoax or an “attention grabbing” attempts to hit the headlines of the newspapers. Even NASA has been very secretive about revealing what it knows. To this day, we are not able to arrive at a concrete conclusion about this supernatural phenomenon. It is my opinion that the politicians have a great role to play in deliberately attempting not to disclose the information related to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Isn&lt;/span&gt;’t it time we start digging into the authenticity of these UFO claims with a greater degree of neutrality and openly debate and discuss about them. Although the “fear of the unknown” may cause an initial unrest among the masses, is it not a good idea to get to grips with the concept of parallel existence of life-forms?. Just like how we take up study on stars and other planets, we need to consider UFOs and aliens as another ocean where we need to set out foot for unravelling the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, during the early days of the wedding, how the partners appear as weird as aliens to each other. But as we move on, we learn to disentangle the mystery of decoding each others idiosyncrasies. Perhaps decoding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UFOs&lt;/span&gt; and original aliens would be a “cake walk” when compared to this . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I say adios ..if you are wondering what the picture in the beginning of this post has got to say..here is the answer to it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/Ry7ptkNem_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/OLJ9_URdciQ/s1600-h/2006_08_28_spacebar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Q. What is an alien’s favorite place to hang out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spacebar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-5014068820543228072?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/5014068820543228072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=5014068820543228072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/5014068820543228072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/5014068820543228072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-of-theworld-experience.html' title='&quot;Out-Of-the-World&quot; Experience'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/Ry7p9UNenAI/AAAAAAAAAII/tTfu9WjAnIg/s72-c/2006_08_28_spacebar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-3296276450440306612</id><published>2007-10-26T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:22.921Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicourse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bhagavad'/><title type='text'>My Husband and His Extra Marital Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyHklUNem-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ecVSpWfuZ5c/s1600-h/earliest_representation_of_gita_govinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One fine morning my husband was in a pensive mood not paying attention to my non stop nonsense of chattering. I actually sensed something was brewing up in the background as for the past few days he seemed to slip off into deep thoughts too frequently .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not able to resist my curiosity anymore I asked what the matter was. As though he was just waiting for this one question from me, he started pouring his heart about "Gita". He said had he known of "Gita" earlier itself,his entire life would have been so wonderful and happy and that "Gita" would have supported him at all times of his difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears started rolling down my eyes.All this while I was thinking of myself as an epitome of a "pativrita" wife and little did I know that my husband had been longing for Gita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who is this Gita???.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband burst out in laughter on seeing my tears and explained to me that it was "Bhagavad Gita" that he had been talking about. For a moment there was a sigh of relief from me..but immediately I fell into the hands of insecurity not knowing what made him interested in Bhagavad Gita .I had been having this impression that Bhagavad Gita was meant for people who are either unsatisfied with their life not knowing what to do next,or for old people who are waiting for their exit from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby offered me no further explanation..but handed over a few CDs titled "lectures of Swami Paramarthananda on Bhagavad Gita" and asked me to try my luck with those. It has been over a month now since I started listening to these lectures and my opinion of this great work has changed completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now truly understand why this discourse has transcended beyond time.It is a great guide to the "perfect mental make up" and "positive way of life" that would help us in the journey of our life . It challenges the concept of fatalistic attitude and myths that life is nothing but a series of events where we meekly succumb to destiny . It gives a step by step guidance to the development of optimistic attitude . It demystifies the key to a contented life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The backdrop of the Mahabharatha war and the state of confusion that Arjuna was when this discourse was delivered directly map to the challenges we face in our daily lives(which itself is a battle in its own way) and the dilemma that we face in taking our day to day decisions. These days we have so many options offered to us in a golden platter that we are having to constantly struggle to arrive at the "right" decision.This convinced me of the fact that Gita's study should be pursued in the early part of lives to equip ourselves for a mentally healthy life and not when we are at our end feeling exhausted after an eventful 70 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could find a striking similarity between the talks of motivational speaker Anthony Robbins (who has turned the world upside down with his ideas) and the preachings of Bhagavad Gita. Perhaps not exploring the complete potential of these great works we are re-inventing the wheel over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I am happy for my husband to continue his love for Gita and devote his time for "her" .After all such extra marital affairs do more good than harm :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-3296276450440306612?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/3296276450440306612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=3296276450440306612' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/3296276450440306612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/3296276450440306612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-husband-and-his-extra-marital-affair.html' title='My Husband and His Extra Marital Affair'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-7052931183552630213</id><published>2007-10-25T08:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:23.127Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><title type='text'>Hubby jaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyCFnUNem8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/6oTSJYWvts8/s1600-h/path.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125243286434257858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyCFnUNem8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/6oTSJYWvts8/s320/path.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyCFT0Nem7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/m795sUHmxfU/s1600-h/path.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing astonishes people so much as common sense and plain dealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Send quote to a friend" href="http://en.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=12668"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes" href="http://en.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=12296"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/a&gt; (1803-1882) U.S. poet, essayist and lecturer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How true these words are!!!..In an era empowered by information overloading and jargon busters, sheer common sense seems to be very rare..however I should not complain of this as I have a personification of common sense with me all the time..yes you guessed it right ..it is my hubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jaan&lt;/span&gt;(perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jaanvar&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I go through loads and loads of books and websites to familiarise myself with anything new , starting from learning parenting techniques to solving a scripting problem at office , my husband always arrives at the goal post with a much simpler solution and much earlier than me. All he says he needed for this was "an iota of common sense".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A classic example was when I tried to follow the "positive parenting technique" recommended by most books these days and kept on uttering "good job good job" to my 19 months old toddler girl for what ever silly she did. My husband who had been observing this for a while kept warning me that it did not seem to be a pragmatic approach for a "sensible upbringing" of a kid. As usual I never paid heed to his words as I thought this was not his "domain" .To me..this was further reinforced by the fact that he had never ever browsed through any paper or electronic materials about parenting (let alone positive parenting).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However it did not take too long for the truth to dawn upon me. My positive parenting had gone to such heights that I had to scream "good job good job" on the top of my voice for 15 continuous minutes for my daughter to even attend to nature's call on her potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then that I realised that , as kids we never had this "falsely positive " environment. In fact we were brought up with the strength to face all realities of life and deal with issues and not assume as though they never existed. It was this strength that helped us in adapting to a country which is so different and complex  in terms of culture,language,ethnicity and what not. I understood I had to impart to my daughter the resilience needed to bounce back from any adversity rather than trying to project life as a "bed of roses" to her.Appreciation and recognition in excess could lead to bloating up of her  false ego and could cause her more harm than good. I now want her to identify the "real her" in her ..feel happy about her positive points and be courageous enough to accept her weaknesses, address them and convert them into areas of improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I knew my husband had arrived at the goal post much earlier than me only to find me staggering behind with a "foolish and apologetic" look on my face .Well better late than never :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-7052931183552630213?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/7052931183552630213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=7052931183552630213' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/7052931183552630213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/7052931183552630213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/10/hubby-jaan.html' title='Hubby jaan'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyCFnUNem8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/6oTSJYWvts8/s72-c/path.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-6071545770515678025</id><published>2007-10-24T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:23.337Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peer pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Peer Pressure - Oops not so soon!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyA74kNemwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yT4fRv5PNsY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125162218926545666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyA74kNemwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yT4fRv5PNsY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to a friend of mine about her schedule next week and she goes.."Mad academy on Monday, tumble tots on Tuesday, Jo Jingles on Friday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow" I replied asking her "you are so busy ...are these some classes that you are attending??"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes" no no..these are the classes that my 1 year old little one attends ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did not know what to reply...anyway she did not seem to be waiting for a reply from me and she goes" you see all these are very important for the "personality development", "inter-personal communication" , "musical skills development" blah blah blah.....of the &lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy that she did not forget that her little one was still a "baby" . All this she said are meant to prepare the baby for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems madness to me that this goes on in cycles. Few years back we never had the concept of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school..then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;schools&lt;/span&gt; emerged from no-where as preparatory sessions for schools. Now I understand that there are hundred and one classes that prepare the babies for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school. Not to mention the charge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; £5 per session per baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also never fail to notice the levels of expectations that we have on our kids and we always demand the best out of our kids no matter what..but realistically are our kids able to cope up with all this??...are parents ever willing to accept that each kid is different and develops at a different pace and there are no strict benchmarks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; until they reach a certain age????.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know and anyway I have no time to ponder on this as I am leaving to book my 19 months old daughter into "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt; jingles" class :-)..that is peer pressure you see :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-6071545770515678025?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/6071545770515678025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=6071545770515678025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/6071545770515678025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/6071545770515678025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/10/peer-pressure-oops-not-so-soon.html' title='Peer Pressure - Oops not so soon!!!!'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyA74kNemwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yT4fRv5PNsY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-8121284439250896892</id><published>2007-10-24T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:23.492Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bharahanatyam'/><title type='text'>Bharathanatyam and  "www"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyA9i0Nem0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/HZu7lzQmzfY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125164044287646530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyA9i0Nem0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/HZu7lzQmzfY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bharathanatyam&lt;/span&gt; needs no introduction to the people who hail from the land of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vedic&lt;/span&gt; Culture".It is one of the oldest art forms and preserved with its purity ,the art has been handed down to us as a living tradition by our previous generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was browsing for some article about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;theoretical&lt;/span&gt; aspect of this art form on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;..I did come across a site that said "learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bharathanatyam&lt;/span&gt; online".I could not believe my own eyes for a moment. This site had "algorithmic" instructions embedded in it on how to perform dancing , starting from the first step of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bharathanatyam&lt;/span&gt; .While I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; the earnest efforts of the creator of that site to spread this ancient art as wide as possible, I have my own apprehensions about what impacts this is going to cause to the originality and purity of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bharathanatyam&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bharatanatyam&lt;/span&gt; has its wide range of movements and postures and a balanced melange of the rhythmic and mimetic aspects and is often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Natya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shastra&lt;/span&gt;. To this day it has been taught in a formal environment known as "Guru - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sishya&lt;/span&gt;" environment.It is so much of an intricate art form that it needs a visual, methodical , systematic and a long term commitment both from the student and the teacher to imbibe it into our system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere words and pencil sketching cannot bring out all the dimensions of this great dance form and this opens up innumerable avenues for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;-interpretation and hence could result in something else which is "similar" to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bharathanatyam&lt;/span&gt; but not "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bharathanatyam&lt;/span&gt;" itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a specific reason for the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bharathanatyam&lt;/span&gt; and other Indian art forms have been taught in a formal environment as our culture does not accept anything less than "PERFECTION".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a great injustice if this art is distorted from its pure form and I earnestly request that we(our generation) , in our quest for blending the technology with art forms should not become the perpetrators of this .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-8121284439250896892?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/8121284439250896892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=8121284439250896892' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/8121284439250896892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/8121284439250896892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/10/bharatanatyam-impacts-of-www-on-it.html' title='Bharathanatyam and  &quot;www&quot;'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyA9i0Nem0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/HZu7lzQmzfY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-3974936777259732127</id><published>2007-10-24T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:23.693Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate ladder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home maker'/><title type='text'>Home Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyA_BENem2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EBMzVJ1bITk/s1600-h/vsh0139l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125165663490317154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyA_BENem2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EBMzVJ1bITk/s320/vsh0139l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but notice the word "Home Maker" being used instead of "House Wife" these days..I should admit that this gives a new perspective to the way married women a who stay at home are viewed ...I was one of the "founding members of women's lib(??) association of this century ) during my early years (not that I am in my sixties now ). I always had the idea that women were born to achieve..."achievement" to me was to climb up the corporate ladder in a pace unforeseeable .I had a lot of hyper-successful people around me even as I grew up. I assumed that family , husband, kids would go on in an auto-pilot mode . I would attribute this more to the outlook of the outside world these days with the emphasis laid more and more on the financial and material aspects of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage turned everything upside down (thanks to my husband) and I realised that women are distinct  NOT because of their ability to become over night "Vice Presidents" but the completeness that they bring to the family. It is the women (in my opinion ) who are  genetically programmed to bring(perhaps shower!!!) the "warmth" to her kid ..Husbands are truly great supporters but can never play the lead role in a family in creating the bond and keeping it intact with its natural fragrance .I have quit my job to take care of my toddler girl and am enjoying completely whatever this phase of my life has to offer me . I can now truly appreciate the phrase "Home Maker" and that there is nothing "uncomfortable" in calling ourselves so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely return back to work after a few years once my daughter is able to manage(fully/partly) on her own..only with a slight difference ..The urgency to make it to the top of the organisation in the shortest possible span of time would have faded away and I would enjoy my slow and steady professional journey together with the satisfaction of contributing to my family as a "woman".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-3974936777259732127?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/3974936777259732127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=3974936777259732127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/3974936777259732127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/3974936777259732127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/10/home-maker.html' title='Home Maker'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyA_BENem2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EBMzVJ1bITk/s72-c/vsh0139l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114296509529337740.post-7427911380226619489</id><published>2007-10-24T13:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:58:23.999Z</updated><title type='text'>Hiya !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyBCS0Nem5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BL-CLazrhr4/s1600-h/zits-blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125169266967878546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyBCS0Nem5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BL-CLazrhr4/s320/zits-blogging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyBCGkNem4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/tWo2NTGwmhs/s1600-h/zits-blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever had the intention of blogging before but I am now here just to figure out whether it is really interesting to do one or if it is just a mere hype !!!!!!!!!. I have no idea of what to begin with and where to start from..anyways guess something should pop out of my mind whenever I intend to post something new :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no extraordinary person with a never ending list of achievements ..I rate myself as a happy wife , mom of a cute little girl who happens to be my 24*7 employer at the moment. I have had my fair share of training in Bharathanatyam and Software Engineering (though currently both seem to be "memories of the past".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to share with you my thoughts, just write about literally anything sane and inherit a feeling of satisfaction that I am in touch with the rest of the world :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to leave your impressions as comments and enlighten me with anything that you feel is worthwhile sharing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care,&lt;br /&gt;itz me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114296509529337740-7427911380226619489?l=dharshak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/feeds/7427911380226619489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7114296509529337740&amp;postID=7427911380226619489' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/7427911380226619489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114296509529337740/posts/default/7427911380226619489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dharshak.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-all-i-have-never-ever-had-intention.html' title='Hiya !!!!'/><author><name>Itz me!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02838986122068519835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0q2zh6W63OI/RyBCS0Nem5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BL-CLazrhr4/s72-c/zits-blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
