tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33446001014300695782024-03-13T20:28:14.347+05:30Meethi Imli...Life is not what we think..people say we plan and do things, but nothing works as our plan,everything is predetermined by that Almighty! we are just mere puppets in His hands and dance as per HIS Wish!Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-11629463392814589302013-10-23T20:21:00.003+05:302013-11-28T16:27:16.867+05:30A Date to Remember.. :))<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hello blog doston (friends)!!!, it’s
been long time indeed that I've been away from blogging. Somehow couldn't
really resist myself from posting this one for you all. Well, all these days
“dating” for me was just a fairy tale. Never even dreamt about going out on a
date someday in my thirties, barely any clue on how to act or impress
someone... :)<o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p></div>
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Working on the night shifts for
nearly a year was really getting to my nerves and that I had decided to put
down my papers. One afternoon while checking my mails, suddenly a young guy
(Ranvir) pings me. While checking my mailbox casually started chatting
with him and he introduces himself. (Do not wonder <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">where he bumped in</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">to chat</span> ... we met online... ;)) least bothered as just
casually replied him saying that I got to rush to my cousin's place for
some family function. He insisted to take my few minutes to talk to me. Since i
was in a hurry and thinking that just talking over phone is fine and so that I
could wind up my work much faster to leave to my cousin's place.<o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p></div>
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The moment I shared my number with
him, my phone rings with the beautiful ringtone i had set with. A gentle and
sober voice comes from the other end saying sorry to insist me so much to talk
to him. The conversation goes on and on. This went on for about half an hour. I
was supposed to wind up fast but this guy keeping me engaged with his
interesting talks about how well he gels with people of my zodiac sign! Which
he admits is purely accidental. Suddenly it flashes me that i have to be
somewhere and takes his leave, which he was not keen on doing it. After that we
would just coincidentally find each other online and chat casually. It went on for
couple of weeks like this.<o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p></div>
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One Monday evening there was a
meeting with my Managers at office. Having knowledge of my situation, Ranvir pings me at around 12
midnight to find out about the meeting. Sad like hell, replied I had resigned
from my job. Had he not taken off from his work that day probably, we
wouldn't have met at that point of time. Sensing me feeling low and sad,
he says that is just sounding like a small girl crying for dropping her ice
cream on the ground. He was persistent in convincing me to agree upon meeting
him in spite of my strong denials. It was the world coming to an end for me.
Finally, i had to give up and said <i>yes</i> to him. As it had rained like cats and
dogs, it was ice cold outside and was wondering how he is going to make it at
that time? With a smile he asked me shall i come by bike or car? He assured me
that he would drive me home safely. Soon I handed over my phone to one of my
colleagues to guide him the route to my office. Everything happened so quickly
that i hardly had any time to think over again about agreeing to meet this very
little known stranger! I was going through such a bad time that barely wanted
to think about anything. All excited to meet this interesting stranger, who
wants to be with me during my not so good times.<o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p></div>
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All my team mates back at office
started to pull my leg for going out with my boyfriend at midnight. Very little
did they know about my situation? I hadn't spill a bean about my meeting
with managers. Finishing my shift I was just waiting for him to give me a ring.<o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p></div>
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After an hour or so, my mobile phone
rings and of-course it has to be him saying that he is already waiting for me
downstairs. Now my heart came to my mouth. I wasn't this nervous even in my
meeting. Just taking a deep breath took the lift to the ground floor and walked
outside the building. Not finding him around gave him a call back and he asked me
to walk still further near the gate.<o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p></div>
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There he was in a small red car. The
watchman was getting all inquisitive with him. I Walked towards him,
shook his hand, just took a glimpse of him. He looked at me with a cute big
smile and he almost looked the same as his profile picture on chat, quite a
cutie. I sat next to him with all mixed feelings. Sad because of my bad day at
work, at the same time excited that i was going out for the first time with a
stranger. It was thrilling a bit and yes, without a dime of fear in me
started out from office.<o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p></div>
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The moment we left our office
premises he started to check on his friends if they were spying on him, whom he
just said bye. Least bothering about them he just drove and our first pit stop
was to fuel the car. He passed some 500 bucks to give away to the petrol guy.
His hand gently touched with mine while passing the money and it was an amazing
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With great curiosity asked him where
were we heading to and why was it so important to pick me at that time? "Is it
necessary to have a reason for whatever we do always?", he replied. He decided to
take me to outskirts of the city where there we can eat and drink on the way in
McDonald and Coffee Day was pretty sure that they going to be open during that
time. He seemed to be good at driving, was scared to death as the road was
pretty clear without any traffic. I requested him to slow down and drive me
safe. Smiling at my fear for speed, he kept on saying that we may reach the
place bit late. I was all silent and down, without a pinch of fear and hesitation.
He was doing all the talking most of the time and i was just responding him. He
cheered me up all the while and made me feel comfortable. We hardly saw each
other’s face as he has to concentrate on his driving.<br />
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We reached McD had burger and
coke... i preferred mango ice-cream and he chose chocolate one. He asked me if
i want to taste the one he had, with little hesitation i said no. Then i
thought i should ask him too, the moment i asked if he wanted to taste mango
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Then you know the regular
conversation went on, about his childhood and i shared about mine... we were
feeling good with each other. It was freezing cold out there at night,
but he was enjoying the weather. It was quite romantic. Then we moved from
there, he was humming while driving, so i requested him to sing a song for me.
He parked the car on the roadside and slowly with a low voice sang a romantic
melody song "Aaap ki ankhon mein kuch mehke hue se raaz hain"; he was
really good with that melodious romantic song. That was something special that
anyone did for me and it felt so special. I hummed a gazal as well, which he loved
and complimented. He was quite open minded and shared the moments of his life
and experiences. By this time a beautiful dawn break for us, it was a wonderful
memorable morning for me. As we approaching my home, i was feeling sad to
depart and wishing so much to spend more time with Ranvir. Well, good times end
fast, and we reached my side of city and shook his hand for the last time and
thanked him for that wonderful time we spent together.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After i reached home, i get a
message from him for the feedback. I replied saying that i liked him and it was
my best date ever and thanked him endlessly for giving me his time. Ranvir says
i missed out something with him. I was wondering and checked my bag, was
wondering what he was talking about? He said i missed out to hug him. I was kind
of taken back! He said that was mean of me for not even giving him a hug..... :))))
I apologized to him and he went on infatuating about me.... we never met after
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Life gives many beautiful
surprises to us; <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">we should be open</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"> to change</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> and </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">embrace</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"> every moment </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">as long as </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">we live here.</span> Should
go out and do which we have not done before, that fun cannot be articulated. He
got me out of my stress and worries when I most needed someone at that moment. He appeared as an
angel before me at the right time. How can i ever forget him, who made me feel
special and important?<br />
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amazing day out with a wonderful stranger, who gave me a memory of
lifetime.<br />
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Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-47081390806477876352012-08-15T23:01:00.002+05:302012-08-15T23:05:17.469+05:30Colours of Talk<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">When your status show 'Green'<br />
You are 'available' to talk, talk and talk<br />
you still don't<br />
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When I pester, then you go 'Red' with anger<br />
showing me 'Busy',<br />
you still talk<br />
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You remain mum for long time, turning 'Orange' <br />
But showing me 'Idle'<br />
you still reply to me <br />
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After sometime you go 'invisible'<br />
drowning out the crowd just to talk to me in anticipation, <br />
or is there someone else you would like to talk to?<br />
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The entire day goes by<br />
talking, laughing, crying, giggling, kissing and hugging<br />
with all the possible symbols using. <br />
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</div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-59222613246878367362012-05-04T00:02:00.012+05:302012-05-04T22:19:44.116+05:30"ಕಾಲ", Why this Kolaveri Di... ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><div>ನಮ್ಮ ಮುತ್ತುರಾಜ್ ಅಂದ್ರೆ Dr. ರಾಜ್ಕುಮಾರ್ರವರ ಹಾಡು "ಮುತ್ತಿನಂಥ ಮಾತೊಂದು ಗೊತ್ತೇನ್ ಅಮ್ಮ , ನಾವು ಕಾಲಕ್ಕೆ ತಕ್ಕಂತೆ ಕುಣಿಯಬೇಕು " ಯಮ್ಬಂತೆ ದಿನದ 24 ಗಂಟೆಗಳು, ವರ್ಷದ 12 ತಿಂಗಳೂ ಮತ್ತು ನಮ್ಮ ಕೈ ಬೆರಳುಗಳು ಸಮನಾಗಿರುವುದಿಲ್ಲವೆಂದು ಹೇಳುತ್ತವೆ. "ಬದಲಾವಣೆ ಪ್ರಕೃತಿಯ ನಿಯಮವೆಂಬ ಸತ್ತ್ಯದ ಕಡೆಗೆ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಹರಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.<br />
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ಆದರೆ ಬದಲಾವಣೆ ವಳ್ಳೆಯದಕ್ಕಾದರೆ ತೊಂದರೆ ಇಲ್ಲ. ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು track ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಕೆಳಗಿಳಿಸಿದರೆ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಬರುವುದು ಸಮಸ್ಯೆ. ಈಗ ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಮಕ್ಕಳಾಗಿಲ್ಲ, ಹಿರಿಯರು ಹಿರಿಯರಾಗಿಲ್ಲ ಮತ್ತು ವಯೋವ್ರುದ್ಧರಲ್ಲಿ ಗಾಂಭೀರ್ಯತೆ ಕಡಿಮೆ ಆದಹಾಗಿದೆ. ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಮುಗ್ಧತೆ ಮಾಧ್ಯಮಗಳಲ್ಲಿ, video games, computer gamesಗಳ ಕಾರ್ಮೋಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಮರೆಮಾಚಿದೆ. ಯುವಕರ ಸಾಮಾಜಿಕ ಕಳಕಳಿ ಹಾಗೂ ಕರ್ತವ್ಯಪರತೆ weekend pubs, disco-techs, drugs, ಧೂಮಪಾನ, ಮಧ್ಯಪಾನ ಹಾಗು ಇನ್ನೇತರ ಸೋಪಾನದಲ್ಲಿ ಮುಳುಗಿದೆ. ಇನ್ನು ವಯೋವ್ರುಧ್ಹರನ್ನು ಕೆಳುವವವರೇ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಅಥವಾ ಅವರಿಗೆ ಹೇಳುವ-ಕೇಳುವ ವ್ಯವಧಾನ ಇಲ್ಲವಾಗಿದೆ. ಇಷ್ಟು ಅಸಹಾಕ ಹಾಗು ನಿರ್ಬಲವಾಗಿ ಭಾರತ ಇನ್ನವಾಗಲೂ ಇಲ್ಲವಾಗಿರಬೇಕು ಬಹುಶಃ .<br />
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ವಂದು ಕಡೆ ನಮ್ಮ ದೇಶ ವಿಶ್ವದಲ್ಲೇ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿನ ಯುವ ಜನಸಂಖೆಯುಳ್ಳ ದೇಶವೆಂದು ಕೊಂಡಾಡುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಆದರೆ ಇನ್ನೊದು ಕಡೆ ಗುರಿ ಇಲ್ಲದ ದೇಶವಾಗಿಯು ಪರಿಣಮಿಸುತ್ತಿದೆ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ? ಪಟ್ಟಣ ಬಿಡಿ ಸಣ್ಣ ಊರು, ಹಳ್ಳಿಗಳಲ್ಲೂ ಪಾಶ್ಚ್ಯಾತ್ಯವು ಅಷ್ಟ ದಿಕ್ಕಿನಲ್ಲೂ ಅಟ್ಟಹಾಸದಿಂದ ಮೆರೆಯುವದನ್ನು ಕಾಣುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇವೆ. ಇದು<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osmosis" target="_blank"> Law of Osmosis</a> ಆಗಿದೆ. ಅಂದರೆ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಶೆಹರುಗಳಿಂದ ಪಾಶ್ಚ್ಯಾತಿಕರಣ ಹಳ್ಳಿಗಳವರೆಗೆ ಹರಿದು ಬರುತ್ತಿದೆ.<br />
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"ವೈದ್ಯೋ ನಾರಾಯಣೋ ಹರಿಹಿ" ಅಂತ ಅಂತಿದ್ರು ಆದ್ರೆ ಈಗ ವೈದ್ಯ ನರನನ್ನು ಹರಿದು ಇರಿಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾನೆ. ಶಾಲೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಗುರು ಗುರುವಾಗಿಲ್ಲ ಶಿಷ್ಯ ಶಿಷ್ಯನಾಗಿಲ್ಲ. ನಮ್ಮ ಭವ್ಯ ಭಾರತದ ಅಪರೂಪದ ಗುರು-ಶಿಷ್ಯ ಪರಂಪರೆಯನ್ನು ಚಿವುಟಿ ಹಾಕುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಎಲ್ಲ ಸಂಬಂಧಗಳು ಚಿಲ್ಲಾ-ಪಿಲ್ಲಿ ಆಗಿವೆ. ಅನೇಕ ಅಸಾಮಾಜಿಕ ಚಟುವಟಿಕೆಗಳು ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾರತಾಂಬೆಗೆ Cancer ಹುಣ್ಣುಗಳಾಗಿ ಪರಿಣಮಿಸಿವೆ. ಎಷ್ಟೇ Radiotherapy ಹಾಗು Chemotherapyಗಳಿಂದ ಪ್ರಯೋಜನವಾಗುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ.<br />
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ತಮಾಷೆಯ ಸಂಗತಿಗಳು ನನ್ನೊಂದಿಗೆ ನಡಿತಾನೆ ಇರುತ್ತವೆ, ಮೊನ್ನೆ ವಂದಿನ ನಾನು BMTC ಬಸ್ಸಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಯಾಣಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ. Driver ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಬಂಗಳೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಬುಸ್ಸುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ FM Radio ಹಾಕುವುದು ಸಹಜ. ಅವನು Radio ಹಾಕಿದ್ದೆ ತಡ, "ಥೂ ನನ್ ಮಕ್ಳ ಗಂಡಸರ ನೀವು ಮೀಸೆ ಇದ್ದರೆ ? ಯೆಪತ್ರಲ್ಲೂ ಎದ್ದು ಬಂದ್ರಲ್ಲ ಅಣ್ಣ ಹಜಾರೆ..." ಅಂತ ಹಾಡು ಬಂದಬಿಡೋದಾ...? ನಾನು ಅದೇ ಮೊದಲ ಸಾರಿ ಆ ಹಾಡು ಕೇಳಿದ್ದು, ಆ ಹಾಡಿಗಾಗಿ <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKHYHAn3iP8" target="_blank">ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ಕ್ಕಿಸಿ</a>. ಆ ಸಾಲು ಕೇಳಿದ್ದೆ ತಡ driver , channel change ಮಾಡಿಯೇಬಿಟ್ಟ. ಅವನಿಗಾದ ಮುಜುಗರ ಅವನ ಮುಖ ದರ್ಶಿಸುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಅದನ್ನು ಮುಚ್ಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಈ ಸಿನೆಮದವ್ರು ನಮ್ಮ ಮಾನ ಮರ್ವಾದೆ ಕಳಿತಾರೆ ಮಗ ಅಂತ ತನ್ನ ಹತ್ತಿರ ನಿಂತಿದ್ದ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತನಲ್ಲಿ ಗುನುಗಿದ. ನನಗೆ ನಗು ತಡೆಯಲು ಕಷ್ಟವಾಗುತಿತ್ತು. ಹೇಗೋ ನಗು ತಡ್ಕೊಂಡೆ... ಸತ್ಯದಿಂದ ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಹೇಗೆ ಓಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದಾನೆ ಅನ್ಸ್ತು.<br />
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1960ರಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಚಿಕ್ಕಪ್ಪ scooter book ಮಾಡಿದ್ರಂತೆ, ಅದು ಅವರ ಕೈಗೆ 1972ರಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿತಂತೆ .ಅ scooter ಗಾಗಿ wait ಮಾಡಿ ಪಡೆದ ಮಜವೇ ಬೇರೆ ಅಂತ ನೆನ್ಸಕೊಂಡರು. ಅವ್ರ ಬಂಧು-ಬಾಂಧವರು, ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರು, ನೆರೆ-ಹೊರೆಯವರು ಅವರನ್ನು ಹೆಮ್ಮಯಿಂದ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದರಂತೆ. ಆದರೆ ಅದೇ ಈಗ car ತೆಗೆದ್ಕೊಂಡ್ರೂ ಆ ಖುಷಿ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅಂತ ಹೇಳ್ತಿತ್ದ್ರು. ಇಲ್ಲಿ ವಂದಂಶ ನಾವು ಗಮನಿಸಬೇಕು. ಆಗ ಜನರಿಗೆ ತಮ್ಮ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತನೊಬ್ಬನ ಏಳಿಗೆ ಆದರೆ ಸಂತೋಷ ಮತ್ತು ಹೆಮ್ಮೆ ಪಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು, ಅದೆಲ್ಲ ಅಪರೂಪದ ಸಂಗತಿ ಆಗಿತ್ತು. ಅದೇ ಈಗ ದ್ವೇಷ, ಮಾತ್ಸರ್ಯಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಪರಿವರ್ತಿಸಿದೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗಿ.<br />
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ಈ MNCಗಳು ನಮ್ಮನ್ನಾಳುತ್ತಿವೆ ಎಂದು ಎಷ್ಟು ಜನರು ಯೋಚಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾರೆ? ಅವು ನೀಡುವ ಭಿಕ್ಷೆಯನ್ನು ಆನಂದದಿಂದಲೇ ಸ್ವೀಕರಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇವೆ.ಅದೇ ಶ್ರೇಷ್ಠ ಎಂದು ಕಲ್ಪನಾ ಲೋಕದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದೇವೆ. ನಮಗೆಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಆಳೋದು ತಿಳಿಯುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ ಪೂರ್ವದಿಂದ ಬಂದ ಪರಂಪರೆಯನ್ನು ಮುಂದುವರೆಸಿಕೊಂಡು ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿಲ್ವೆ?<br />
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ಹಿಂದೆ ನಮ್ಮ ದೇಶಕ್ಕೆ ವಬ್ಬ ವಿವೇಕಾನಂದ, ವಬ್ಬ ಸುಭಾಷಚಂದ್ರ ಭೋಸ್, ವಬ್ಬ ಗಾಂಧೀಜಿ ಸಾಕಾಗಿದ್ದರು. ಆದರೆ ಈಗ ಬರೀ fancy dress competitionಗೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಸೀಮೀತವಾಗದೆ ಪ್ರತೀ ಮನೆ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲೂ ಇವರುಗಳು ಜನಿಸಬೇಕಾಗಿದೆ. ಕೊನೆ ಪಕ್ಷ ಉತ್ತಮ ವ್ಯ್ವಕ್ತಿತ್ವ ಉಳ್ಳವರು ತಮ್ಮ ಸುತ್ತ-ಮುತ್ತಲಾದರು Potassium Permanganate ( ಹೇಗೆ ಕಲುಷಿತ ನೀರನ್ನು ತಿಳಿ ಆಗಿಸುತ್ತದೆಯೋ) ಥರ ತಮ್ಮ ವಾತಾವರಣವನ್ನಾದರೂ ಸ್ವಚ್ಚಗೊಳಿಸಬೇಕಾಗಿದೆ.<br />
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ಹಿರಿಯರಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ಕುರಿತು ಚಿಂತನೆ ಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ನಂಗೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕ ಉತ್ತರ "ಕಾಲಾಯ ತಸ್ಮ್ಯನ್ ನಮಃ " ಎಂದು, ಎಲ್ಲ ಕಾಲದ ಮೇಲೆ ಹೊರೆ ಹೇರಿ ಕುಳಿತರು. ಇದು "ಬೇಲಿನೆ ಎದ್ದು ಹೊಲ ಮೇಯ್ದಂತೆ" ಆಗ್ಲಿಲ್ವೇ?<br />
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ಆ ತಾಯಿ ಶಾರದೆಯ ಶುಭ್ರ ವಸ್ತ್ರದಂತೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಅಮೂಲ್ಯ ಆಧ್ಯಾತ್ಮಿಕ ಶಿಕ್ಷಣ ಮೊದಲಿಂದ ಮೂಡಬೇಕಾಗಿದೆ. ಮತ್ತೆ ಅದೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಮೂಲ ಬುನಾದಿ ಆಗಬೇಕಿದೆ. ಇದು Kolaveri Di ಹಾಡಿನಂತೆ ಸಾಂಕ್ರಾಮಿಕವಾಗಿ ಎಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಹರಡಬೇಕು. ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಮುಗ್ಧ ಮಂದಹಾಸ ಮತ್ತೆ ಮೂಡಬೇಕು, ಹಿರಿಯರ ಜ್ಞ್ಯಾನ ವಾಣಿ ಕೇಳಿ ಬರಬೇಕು ಅಂತ ನನ್ನ ಅನಿಸಿಕೆ. ಹಳೆಯ ವಳ್ಳೆ ಸಂಪ್ರದಾಯದ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಹೊಸ ಜ್ಞ್ಯಾನ ವನ್ನು ಅಪ್ಪಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಕು.<br />
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ಹಣದ ಆಲಯಗಳಾಗದೆ ಜ್ಞ್ಯಾನ ದೇಗುಲಗಳಾಗಲಿ ಹೆಚ್ಚು<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">ಎಬ್ಬಿಸಲಿ ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ವಾಭಿಮಾನದ ಕಿಚ್ಚ್ಹು </div><div style="text-align: left;">ಹರಿಸಲಿ ಆದರ್ಶ ಸಾಹಸಗಳ ನೆತ್ತರು </div><div style="text-align: left;">ಆಗಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾರತ ಸುವರ್ಣ ತೇರು </div><br />
ಇದು "ಕಾಲದ " ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನನ್ನ Kolaveri Di ...ಏನು ನಿಮ್ಮ ಅಂಬೋಣ?</div></div></div></div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-43336569456412457582012-03-13T14:21:00.005+05:302012-03-13T17:02:43.597+05:30कम्बक्त ए मोहब्बत !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrFIkB3VJnQ/T18KMtg3AWI/AAAAAAAABH0/hhUDxYGamjs/s1600/Love_41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="307" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrFIkB3VJnQ/T18KMtg3AWI/AAAAAAAABH0/hhUDxYGamjs/s320/Love_41.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br />
<div style="text-align: center;">तेरे ख़याल के ख़याल से हैं चाहत ।</div><div style="text-align: center;">मिलकर भी मिलती नहीं राहत ।</div><div style="text-align: center;">तुझसे ज्यादा हैं तेरी याद खूबसूरत ।</div><div style="text-align: center;">कम्बक्त क्या चीज़ हैं ये मोहोब्बत ||</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">हो रही हैं अब खुद से नफरत ।</div><div style="text-align: center;">तेरे खयालों में घिर्गई हु हर वक़्त ।</div><div style="text-align: center;">होकर भी तुम अजनबी, लगते हो मेरी अमानत ।</div><div style="text-align: center;">कम्बक्त क्या चीज़ हैं ये मोहोब्बत ||</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">हर जवा दिल की यही होती हैं हस्रत ।</div><div style="text-align: center;">हो जाये उन पर भी ये इनायत, करके दिल पर हुकूमत । की </div><div style="text-align: center;">बंजाये ज़िन्दगी जीने लायक ।</div><div style="text-align: center;">कम्बक्त क्या चीज़ हैं ये मोहोब्बत || </div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"> - पूर्णिमा </div></div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-9323623158648642362011-08-13T11:45:00.006+05:302011-08-13T12:08:35.909+05:30ಮುಕ್ತಿ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD2bpDo3Z_Y/TkYWYxbVh9I/AAAAAAAABHQ/HovagsKKqlo/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD2bpDo3Z_Y/TkYWYxbVh9I/AAAAAAAABHQ/HovagsKKqlo/s1600/1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> ಆಸೆಯ ಮೂಟೆ ಕಟ್ಟಿಕೊಂಡು ನಿನ್ನ ಹಿಂದೆ,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">ಜೊತೆಗೆ ತವರ ಅಕ್ಕರೆಯ ಹಾರೈಕೆ ಕರೆ ತಂದೆ...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">ನಿನಗಾಗಿ ನನ್ನ ಹೆತ್ತವರ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಬಂದೆ.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">ಆದರ್ಶ ಬಾಳ ಸಂಗಾತಿ ಬೇಡಿದ್ದೆ ಆ "ಸುರನಲ್ಲಿ",</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">ನೀನಾಗಿ ಬಂದೆ "ಅಸುರ" ನನ್ನ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> ನನ್ನಾಸೆಯ ಕರುಳ ಬಳ್ಳಿ ಬೆಳೆಸಬೇಕೆಂದಾಗ;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">ಅದನಲ್ಲೇ ಚಿವುಟಿ ಹಾಕುತಿದ್ದೆ ನೀನಾಗ...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> ಪದೇ ಪದೇ ತಿದ್ದುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ, ತಿಳಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ ನಾನೇ ನನ್ನನ್ನ,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> ಮರಳಿ ಮರಳಿ ಗುದ್ದುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ ನೀನನ್ನ ಅಸ್ತಿತ್ವವನ್ನ...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">ವಿಶಾದಿಸದೆ ಸಾಗಿಸಿದೆ ಮಸಣಕ್ಕೆ ನನ್ನ </span><span style="font-size: small;">ದಿಬ್ಬಣವನ್ನ,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> ಅಂದು ಉಟ್ಟ ಬಿಳಿ ಸೀರೆ, ಇಟ್ಟ ಕರಿ ಬೊಟ್ಟು;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> ಇಂದಿಗೂ ಸಂಸ್ಕಾರವಾಗದ ಆ-ಕಾಯ-ಅಲೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> ಅದು ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೋ ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೋ ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೋ...</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;">- ಪೂರ್ಣಿಮಾ </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">(ನನ್ನ ಮೊದಲ ಕನ್ನಡ ಕವನ ) </span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-6257282792025190722011-08-11T19:12:00.007+05:302011-09-07T19:33:28.358+05:30Blooming Technology!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">It’s high time to think about conservation of our amazingly exhaustible resources like water, oil, natural gas, minerals and many more which occur naturally in our environment. It gives me immense pain, when I see these resources being “over-used “and “misused”. Scaring me to the core about the abundant wealth not being reached to our off springs! Being a layman I feel helpless in salvaging all of them, apart from following my sweet little own ways to save electricity, plastic usage and using recycled and nature friendly products. News updates say that researches are being undertaken to retrench, reduce and reuse the valuable resources. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">One thing that left me open mouthed is this little small wonder box “The Bloom Box”. Technically called as “Bloom Energy Server”, developed by a California based company broadcasted on Feb 24<sup>th</sup> 2010 CBS News program called 60 Minutes with K.R. Sridhar, CEO of Bloom Energy, an Aeronautic Engineer by profession shown walking the correspondent through the Plant. </div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><b>What is Bloom Box and how it works?</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">Basically it is comprised of fuel cells. As per Wikipedia, Fuel cell is a device that converts chemical energy from a fuel to Electricity through a chemical reaction. These cells are said to be the building blocks of Bloom Box. Which are made into thin small square tiles as compact as 100 X 100 mm metal alloy plate with the sand and coated with green and black ink on either side. One tile has the capacity to power a bulb. These fuel cells are stalked on to make a tower plating alloy in-between. All these are shelved in a cabinet, which is as big as a refrigerator. Then this unit is fed with oxygen on one side and fuel on the other side. Fuel here may be generated from fossil, solar or bio gas. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br />
Sridhar says that this single unit can power four to six houses in Asia which equals to a single home in US. He believes that this box really works simply because he had already invented a similar device for NASA, which could hold oxygen in and be used on Mars from there it just continued his invention.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCIIl6ebTUY/TkPb19OOGKI/AAAAAAAABHI/h8IN1vwkzww/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCIIl6ebTUY/TkPb19OOGKI/AAAAAAAABHI/h8IN1vwkzww/s1600/2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"> <b> </b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><b>How much it costs?</b></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">Mr. Sridhar almost spent a decade in shaping up this device to its present state with $400 million investment approximately. According to him it takes nearly 64 stacks of fuel cells to power a small business unit. The corporate boxes cost around $700,000 to $800,000. The plans are under process to bring down the cost to $2,000 per box sooner or later. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><b>Who all are using it?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">Mr. Sridhar proudly says that he is already having some 20 renowned customers in the list who are using it silently. With Google as its first customer adding to the list FedEx, Walmart, Staples, Ebay and it goes on and on. Walmart is considered to be consuming the most among all with 800 kW.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><b>What are the advantages?</b></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">Fundamentally its emission free, thus keeping our environment clean.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">Its wireless, hence it’s safe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">Least maintenance.<br />
24/7 and 365 days supply. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">Compact and saves space.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">Efficient and affordable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br />
As mobile phones replaced landlines, laptops with desktops, so it is the turn of large electric grid with a refrigerator sized customized power plant. Mr. Sridhar envisions about bringing this box in every home in US, Africa and Asia in 10 years down the line. Well, Great things come in small packets!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">Bloom Box just made me go WOW!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">References: </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloom_Energy_Server">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloom_Energy_Server</a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/02/18/60minutes/main6221135.shtml">http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/02/18/60minutes/main6221135.shtml</a></span></div><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Society/2010/0222/Bloom-Box-What-is-it-and-how-does-it-work">http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Society/2010/0222/Bloom-Box-What-is-it-and-how-does-it-work</a></span><br />
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</div></div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-86620263777388884602011-08-04T14:38:00.008+05:302011-08-09T12:35:45.191+05:30H - Factor!<div style="text-align: justify;">Last night in the freezing cold I was even more trembling with all my warm velvety blanket and cozy bed. As I drenched in the heavy rain that evening. Slowly, my mind started to drift with the cold breeze steadily propelling in from the corners-of-the-window, piercing into the room. Its all the English alphabets scintillating me to envisage. Wondered how these 26 letters in English are making the world go round. Just imagine world without these amazing alphabets for a minute. Its hard I know. Then went by my lucky number 8 and picked alphabet "H". It "launched me into a whole new world passed "hot" and "high."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now that might sound a bit speculating. As I started to liberate my imagination unfold from that cozy blanket...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaesCXCGAMA/Tjpan-Shh2I/AAAAAAAABHA/oq9zpoODY3w/s1600/H2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaesCXCGAMA/Tjpan-Shh2I/AAAAAAAABHA/oq9zpoODY3w/s1600/H2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuezBeZJ8Tc/TjpanhQ0rpI/AAAAAAAABG8/oTdwN9LjXd4/s1600/H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"H," that towering letter, looked like a bastion of hope in the alphabetic sea. Which can whisper like in "how" or lengthen the sound of "A" in "Shah," and it can even be silent in "where" and "why." "S" becomes "Shhh," "T" becomes "The," and "C" becomes "Che."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuezBeZJ8Tc/TjpanhQ0rpI/AAAAAAAABG8/oTdwN9LjXd4/s1600/H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuezBeZJ8Tc/TjpanhQ0rpI/AAAAAAAABG8/oTdwN9LjXd4/s1600/H.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"H" does everything a letter should. It works hard for its place as the eighth letter in the alphabet. It dramatically affects any letter it comes in contact with".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1RY3l5Mvak/TjpaoJ3rOBI/AAAAAAAABHE/oqqcS4GYB-c/s1600/H3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1RY3l5Mvak/TjpaoJ3rOBI/AAAAAAAABHE/oqqcS4GYB-c/s1600/H3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Ladder to Sky!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I thought about its structure, it stands alone on its two strong pillars, symbolizing its endurance to withstand any situation. If you carefully observe the letter and try to fix it one above the other it turns up to a ladder! Isn't that amazing! Ladder signifies a lot. Then sky is the limit for its purview...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, what goes up should also come down eventually, which is the fact and proved on this planet earth. ( Though this rule doesn't hold good in space..;)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">um-mm this is my H-Factor for you. Yawn, Yawn!!! Tell me which factor are you! and very soon I was transposed to another dream world...<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Inspired by http://www.yourdictionary.com/</i></span></div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-62780022386200551522011-06-27T13:26:00.005+05:302011-06-27T14:05:09.856+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">ಮಳೆಗಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಶಿರಸಿಯ (ಉತ್ತರ ಕನ್ನಡ ಜಿಲ್ಲೆ ) ಸೊಬಗು!<br />
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</div></div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-20665618675655261422011-06-26T13:51:00.007+05:302011-06-27T14:10:04.377+05:30Mr and Mrs 55<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Paradigm : Amma and Daddy</span>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-46416754162955135342011-06-05T01:53:00.016+05:302011-06-24T15:17:33.518+05:30Refrigerator's Revenge!<div style="text-align: justify;">It was perfect lazy morning, off from work, woke up late. It was the day to purge the home.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnwsoPZVuIA/TeqU9-y5J8I/AAAAAAAABE8/C3CUE8FHHus/s1600/late.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnwsoPZVuIA/TeqU9-y5J8I/AAAAAAAABE8/C3CUE8FHHus/s1600/late.jpg" /></a>Started with soaking my "not so soiled" clothes for washing. Cleaning stuffs here and there and without my realization it was already noon by then. My stomach was growling for food. Started looking out for something in fridge which can be quickly grabbed and munched on. Luckily found a packet of chikki (candy made out of groundnut and jaggery). Yummy! I Crumbled a piece and very soon I was onto the last one finishing the entire 70 gms of it, which gave me some 500KCal of energy ( written on the wrapper ;). Now that I was feeling full, so decided to work on some more and started cleaning my kitchen and cleaned entire house quickly. My sweet lil house looked impeccably clean with glittering white tiles. Now am induced to clean my refrigerator as well, hey wait!said my mind ,orienting me that am just too tired to take up that task today. Anyways it was not looking that dirty so tried to persuade myself.<br />
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As it was already late noon it would be right thing to start cooking my lunch, so went on digging my fridge and found some pudina (mint) leaves which looked fresh green. Thought of making some rice out of it would be apt. <br />
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The preparation began.... precisely, all i needed now is to grind pudina leaves, fresh coconut with green chillies and ginger. Apparently it was meant for one serving so I envisaged it would fit in small jar of my food processor. When I started to grind, it seemed like i had to grind in two courses. Am super bad at proportioning food stuffs. The mixture wasn't mixing well so accidentally added more water which I was suspecting. Without realizing that , I turned the processor on and to my surprise the gravy splashed all over the kitchen, spotting fridge, my lovely colorful magnetic buttons, comic magnetic stickers, white floor, white processor, white walls, I got pudina hair pack and face pack together..:) everything around turned "Green"!!!! huh! my Greenpeace magnetic sticker seemed like complimenting my task.. "go green gal", thank God i had removed off that "World Environment Day" sticker few days back, else it would also join Greenpeace's league. All my hard work so far looked superfluous.. :(</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xb_a4s0Zl5o/TeqTecl1V1I/AAAAAAAABE4/-l1FDIFq6U4/s1600/late+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Shrek, Kung-fu panda, Mc'doggy (all my Mc'D's toy collection) were having fun with green paste splashed on them. My refrigerator was over whelmed, i was wondering why is he looking so joyful! He started to tease me. Saying to me that now you have to clean me as well... all my neighbors looked so clean around except me. Small soft cushions on sofa and cot, the cute lil soft red toy sitting on the edge of my television all were jumping in joy to see the messed up kitchen and me.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzW44gFqqz0/TeqR50kZNjI/AAAAAAAABE0/kvYTiaeuHNo/s1600/prince.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzW44gFqqz0/TeqR50kZNjI/AAAAAAAABE0/kvYTiaeuHNo/s1600/prince.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then came my Prince and Princess of Rangeelo Rajasthan with their sword, horses, camels and elephants hung on the windows ran down from the hall to kitchen to my rescue from this embarrassment and clean up the kitchen. So refrigerator was successful in taking his revenge on me for leaving him uncleaned. Ah! finally ended up winning the battle against all the mussiness around with my refrigerator by cleaning everything all over again, befriending with him and eventually relishing my hot pudina pulav...:)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">EOD it was so much fun... ;)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-40449788580845129882011-06-03T15:23:00.011+05:302011-06-04T23:23:04.399+05:30ತುಂಗಾ ತೀರದಿ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">ತುಂಡು ಬಟ್ಟೆ ತೊಡುವ ತರುಣಿಯರು, ತವಕದಿಂದ ದುಶ್ಚಟಗಳಿಂದ ತತ್ತರಿಸಿ ಹೋಗುತ್ತಿರುವ ತರುಣ-ತರುಣಿಯರ ಕಾಲವಿದು. ಕಲಿಯ ಘೋರ ಪ್ರಭಾವದಿಂದ ಬೇಸತ್ತು ಹೋದ ನಮ್ಮ ಧಾರ್ಮಿಕ ಜನರಿಗೊಂದು ಆಶಾ ಕಿರಣವಾಗಿ ಕನ್ನಡದ ಕಿರುತೆರೆಯ ಮೂಲಕ ಶ್ರೀ ಗುರು ರಾಯರು ಕಾಣಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿರುವುದು ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಘಾಡ ನಿದ್ರಯಿಂದ ಎಚ್ಚರಿಸಲು ಬಂದಿದ್ದಾರೆ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ತಪ್ಪಾಗಲಾರದು. ಕಿರುತೆರೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಧಾರ್ಮಿಕ ಧಾರಾವಾಹಿಗಳು ಮೂಡಿ ಬರುವುದೇನು ಹೊಸದಲ್ಲ ಬಿಡಿ. "ಶ್ರೀ ರಾಮ ಸೀತೆ" ಅಂದರೆ ಅರುಣ್ ಗೋವಿಲ್ ಮತ್ತು ದೀಪಿಕಾ; "ಶ್ರೀ ಕೃಷ್ಣ" ಅಂದರೆ ನಿತೀಶ್ ಭರದ್ವಾಜ ಅವರ ಭಾವ ಚಿತ್ರವೇ ಕಣ್ಣ ಮುಂದೆ ಆವರಿಸುವವು. ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಈಗ "ಶ್ರೀ ಗುರು ರಾಘವೇಂದ್ರ ಸ್ವಾಮಿಗಳೆಂದರೆ " ಪರಿಕ್ಷಿತ್ ಅವರು ಕಾಣುತ್ತಾರೆ.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ಪರಿಕ್ಷಿತ್ - ವೆಂಕಟನಾಥನಾಗಿ (ರಾಘವೇಂದ್ರ ಸ್ವಾಮಿಗಳ ಪೂರ್ವ ಹೆಸರು)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQxQhZjsedQ/TeiItoZ2O2I/AAAAAAAABEY/80Rzq5XHfys/s1600/parikshit.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQxQhZjsedQ/TeiItoZ2O2I/AAAAAAAABEY/80Rzq5XHfys/s1600/parikshit.jpeg" /> </a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ಪ್ರತಿನಿತ್ಯ ರಾತ್ರಿ ೧೦:೦೦ ಘಂಟೆ ಆಯಿತೆಂದರೆ "ಶ್ರೀ ರಾಘವೇಂದ್ರ ವೈಭವ" ನೆನಪಾಗುವದು. ಈತ್ತಿಚಿಗಿನ ಎಲ್ಲ TRP Rates ಗೋಸ್ಕರ ಚಿತ್ರೀಕರಿಸಿ ಏನಾದ್ರು ಪ್ರೇಕ್ಷಕರಿಗೆ ತುರುಕ್ಕುತ್ತಿರುವ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ವೊಂದು ಪೌರಾಣಿಕ ಹಾಗು ಧಾರ್ಮಿಕ ಧಾರವಾಹಿ ತಯಾರಿಸುವದೆಂದರೆ ನಿರ್ಮಾಪಕರಿಗೆ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಸವಾಲು ಇದ್ದ ಹಾಗೆ. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ನಾನು ಈ ಬದುಕಿನ ಹೋರಾಟದಲ್ಲಿ ಆ ಭಕ್ತಿ ಭಾವವನ್ನು ಎಲ್ಲೊ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡ ಹಾಗೆ ಭಾಸವಾಗುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಪ್ರತಿನಿತ್ಯ ರಾಯರ ಧಾರಾವಾಹಿಯನ್ನು ನೋಡದಿದ್ದರೆ ಏನೋ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡ ಹಾಗೆ ಆಗುವದು. ನನ್ನ ಈಡಿ ದಿನದ ನೋವನ್ನು ಮತ್ತು ಆಯಾಸವನ್ನು ಮರೆತು ಅರ್ಧ ಘಂಟೆ ನನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ಥಿರತೆ ತಂದುಕೊಡುತ್ತದೆ. ಬಹುಷಃ ನನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಇನ್ನು ದೈವ ಭಕ್ತಿ ಉಳಿದುಕೊಂಡಿದೆ ಅನ್ನೋದಕ್ಕೆ ಇದೊಂದು ಅನಸಿಕೆ. ಕಣ್ಣಲಿ ಆನಂದ ಭಾಷ್ಪ ತುಂಬಿಕೊಂಡೆ ಇದನ್ನು ಬರೆಯುತ್ತಿರುವೆ. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ಹಿಂದಿನ ವಂದಿಷ್ಟು ಕಂತುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ವೆಂಕಟನಾಥರ ಸನ್ಯಾಸತ್ವ ಸ್ವೀಕರಿಸಲು ಆಗದ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ತಳಮಳ ನೋಡಿ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಬಿಕ್ಕಿ ಬಿಕ್ಕಿ ಅತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಅಂತಹ ಮಹಾನುಭಾವಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಸಂಸಾರದ ವ್ಯಾಮೋಹ ಬಿಡಲು ಎಷ್ಟು ಕಷ್ಟವಾಗಿತ್ತು ಅಂದರೆ ನಮ್ಮಂಥಹ ಜನ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯರಿಗೆ ಅದು ಊಹಿಸಲು ಅಸಾಧ್ಯ. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ನೆನ್ನೆ ಶ್ರೀ ಗುರುಗಳ ಧಾರಾವಾಹಿ ೨೫೦ ಕಂತುಗಳನ್ನ್ನು ಯೆಶಸ್ವಿಯಾಗಿ ಮುಗಿಸಿತು. ಆದರೆ ನಂನು ಯಶಸ್ವಿಯಾಗಿ ಈ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ಪೋಸ್ಟ್ಅನ್ನು ಬರಿಯಲು ಪ್ರೇರೇಪಿಸಿತು. ಅಂದಹಾಗೆ ನಿನ್ನೆ ಏನ್ ಆಯಿತು ಗೊತ್ತಾ? ಶ್ರೀ ಗುರುಗಳು ಸಂಸಾರಿ ಜೀವನಕ್ಕೆ ವಿದಾಯ ಹೇಳಿ ಸನ್ಯಾಸಿ ಜೀವನ ಸ್ವೀಕರಿಸ್ದ್ರು. ಅಬ್ಬ! ಅದನ್ನ ನೋಡೋಕೆ ಆಗ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ, ನನ್ನ ಕರಳು ಕಿತ್ತಿಧಾಗ್ ಆಯಿತು. ಇಷ್ಟು ದಿನ ನಾನು ನೋಡಿದ ವೆಂಕಟನಾಥ ಇನ್ನ್ಮೇಲೆ ನೋಡುವಂತಿಲ್ಲ. ಹೆಂತಹ ಮಹತ್ತರ ತಿರುವು ಅವರ ಜೀವನದ ಉದ್ದೇಶವನ್ನೇ ಬದಲಿಸಿಬಿಡ್ತು. ಅದೆಲ್ಲ ಸರಿ ನನ್ನ ರೋದನೆ ಅದಕ್ಕಲ್ಲ ಬಿಡಿ, ಅವರ ಪಾಪದ ಹೆಂಡತಿಯ ಆ ತಾಯಿಯ ತ್ಯಾಗ ಅಗಣನಿಯ. ಅವಳ ಸಂಕಟ ನನ್ನನು ಚೂರ್ ಚೂರು ಆಗಿ ಮಾಡಿ ನನ್ನ ಕಣ್ಣೀರಿನಿಂದ ಹೊರ ಹೊಮ್ಮಿತು. ನಾನೇ ಹೋಗಿ ವೆಂಕಟನಾಥರನ್ನು ತಡೆದು ಬಿಡಲೇ ಅನ್ನೋ ಮಟ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ಸಂಕಟ ಉದ್ಭವಿಸಿತು. ನನ್ನ ಆ ಕಣ್ಣಿರಿಗೆ ಕೊನೆ ಮೊದಲಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ರಾಯರ "ಸ್ಥಿಥಪ್ರಜ್ಞ್ಯೇಗೆ " ನಾನು ಮಾರುಹೋಗದೆ ಇರಲು ಆಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ರಾಯರು ತಮ್ಮ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಕುಟುಂಬ ಬಿಟ್ಟು "ವಸುದೇವ ಕುಟುಂಬಕಂ" ಅಂತ ಇಡಿ ಜಗತ್ತೇ ಅವ್ರ ಕುಟುಂಬ ಅಂತ ಸ್ವೀಕರಿಸಿದರು. ಇದನೆಲ್ಲ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದಂತೆ ನನ್ನ ಭಾವನೆಗಳಲ್ಲೇ ದ್ವಂದ್ವ ಆಗಿಹೂಇತು. ಯಾವ್ದು ಸತ್ಯ ಯಾವ್ದು ಸುಳ್ಳು ಅಂತ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಹೋಇದಾಡಿತು. ಆದರೆ ಗುರುಗಳು ನಮ್ಮಂಥಹ ಜನಸಾಮಾನ್ಯರಿಗೋಸ್ಕರ ತಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನವನ್ನು ಮುಡುಪಾಗಿಟ್ಟರು ಅಂತ ಅನ್ಸಿದ ಮೇಲೆ ರಾಯರ ಹೃದಯ ವೈಷ್ಯಲತೆ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಚಿಂತನೆ ಹರೆದಾಗ ಆಹಾ! ಗುರುಗಳ ಅಂಥಕರಣಕ್ಕೆ ಎಲ್ಲೇ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅನಿಸಿತು. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">ಸಕಲ ಕಲಾವಲ್ಲಭರು ನಮ್ಮ ಗುರುಸಾರ್ವಬಹುಮರು... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCkIC3QFG7c/TeiIvy7XhXI/AAAAAAAABEg/-_fTG3N1DJM/s1600/ragavendra-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCkIC3QFG7c/TeiIvy7XhXI/AAAAAAAABEg/-_fTG3N1DJM/s320/ragavendra-1.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> ಶ್ರೀ ಕೃಷ್ಣ ನ ಆರಾಧನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮುಳುಗಿದ ನಮ್ಮ ಕಲಿಯುಗದ ಕಾಮಧೇನು ಕಲ್ಪತರುಗಳು... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAcLYM2QCkw/TeiIwW4q1nI/AAAAAAAABEk/OptdVNxOXJM/s1600/rayaru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAcLYM2QCkw/TeiIwW4q1nI/AAAAAAAABEk/OptdVNxOXJM/s320/rayaru.jpg" width="228" /> </a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> ಗುರುಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಎಷ್ಟು ಮಾತನಾಡಿದರು ಮುಗಿಯದ ಕಥೆ ಅನಿಸುತ್ತೆ. ಅದೇ ಸಂಜೆ ವಾರ್ತೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲವಂದು ಪಾಖಂಡಿ ಬಾಬಾ ಗಳನ್ನು ತೋರಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು, ಇಂತಹ ಕೆಲವರು ನಮ್ಮ ಭಕ್ತಿಯನ್ನೇ ಬಲಿ ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಳ್ಳೋದನ್ನ ನೋಡಿ ಹಿಂಸೆ ಆಯಿತು. ಇದಕ್ಕೂ ಮುಂಚೆ ಬೇಕಾದಷ್ಟು ಪೊಳ್ಳು ಸ್ವಾಮಿಗಳು ಬಂದದ್ದು ಉಂಟು ಹಾಗೆ ಹೇಳದೆ ಕೇಳದೆ ಮಾಯವಾದದ್ದು ಉಂಟು ಬಿಡಿ. ಆದರೆ ಈ ಎರಡು ದೃಷ್ಯಗಳನ್ನ ನಾನು ವಂದೇ ದಿನ ನೋಡಿದಕ್ಕೆ ಇನ್ನು ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಪ್ರಭಾವ ನನ್ನ ಮೇಲೆ ಬೀರಿತು ಅನಿಸುತ್ತೆ. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ಧಾರಾವಾಹಿಯ ತಂಡದ ಚಿತ್ರ : ಕೆಳಗಿರುವ ಆ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಹುಡುಗ - ಸೌರಭ ಕುಲಕರ್ಣಿ, ರಾಯರ ಬಾಲ್ಯದ ಕಂತುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಅದ್ಭುತವಾಗಿ ಕಾಣಿಸಿಕೊಂಡ ಬಾಲಕ. ಲಕ್ಷ್ಮಿ ಹೆಗ್ಡೆ - ರಾಯರ ತಾಯಿಯ ಪಾತ್ರಧಾರೆ. ಬಲಗಡೆಯ ಕೊನೆಯೆಲ್ಲಿ ಪರೀಕ್ಷಿತ - ವೆಂಕಟನಾಥನ ಪಾತ್ರದಲ್ಲಿ. ವಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ ೨೫೦ ಕ್ಕೂ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಪಾತ್ರಧಾರಿಗಳು ಎಲ್ಲ ಪಾತ್ರಕ್ಕೆ ಜೀವ ತುಂಬಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಈ ಧಾರಾವಾಹಿಯ ತಂಡದವರೆಲ್ಲ ಇದರ ಭಾಗ ಆಗಿದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ ಅತೀವ ಸಂತೋಷ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಂಡರು. ಏಕೆ ಆಗಬಾರದು ಇವರೆಲ್ಲ ಹಿಂತಹ ಪಾತ್ರ ಮಾಡಬೇಕೆಂದರೆ ಪುಣ್ಯ ಮಾಡಿರಲೇಬೇಕು.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ಈ ಧಾರವಾಹಿಯ ತಂಡದ ವಂದು ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಗುಂಪು... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPg5yaAibLM/TeiIoEj3uSI/AAAAAAAABEU/S8SRRKQehUk/s1600/saurabh.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPg5yaAibLM/TeiIoEj3uSI/AAAAAAAABEU/S8SRRKQehUk/s320/saurabh.jpeg" width="320" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ಆ ಭಗವಂತನಿಗೆ ಜಾತಿ, ಕುಲ, ಗೋತ್ರ, ವರ್ಣ, ಲಿಂಗ ಭೇದಗಳಿಲ್ಲ. ಅವನು ಇವೆಲ್ಲವನ್ನು ಮೀರಿದವನು, ತ್ರಿಗುಣ ರಹಿತನು ಅನ್ನೋದನ್ನ ನಾವು ಮರೆಯ ಬಾರದು. ಬಹಳ ಜನಗಳಿಗೆ ಬಹಳ ಸಂದೇಹಗಳು ಆಕ್ಷೇಪಣೆಗಳು ಈ ಧಾರಾವಾಹಿಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಇರಬಹುದು.ಇನ್ನು ಜನರಲ್ಲಿ ಭಕ್ತಿ ಉಳಿದಿದೆ ಅನ್ನೋದಕ್ಕೆ ಈ ಧಾರಾವಾಹಿಯ ಯಶಸ್ಸೇ ನಿದರ್ಶನ ಅನ್ನಬಹುದು. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ಆದರೆ ಈ ಎಲ್ಲಕ್ಕಿಂತ ನಮ್ಮ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಹತ್ತಿರವಾಗುವ ಹಾಗೆ ನಟಿಸಿರುವ ಕಲಾವಿದರಿಗೆ ಗುರುಗಳ ಅನುಗ್ರವಾಗಿದೆ, ಇವರ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಸಫಲಗೊಂಡಿದೆ ಅಂತ ಅನ್ನೋದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ ಎರಡು ಮಾತ್ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಹೀಗೆ ಈ ಧಾರವಾಹಿ ನಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರಲ್ಲದೆ ಇಡಿ ಮನುಕುಲದ ಮನಕ್ಕೆ ಶಾಂತಿ, ನೆಮ್ಮದಿ ತರಲಿ, ಗುರುಗಳ ಕೃಪಾ ಕಟಾಕ್ಷ ನಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲರನ್ನೂ ಸಲಹುತ್ತಿರಲಿ.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">| ಶ್ರೀ ಗುರು ರಾಘವೇಂದ್ರಾಯ ನಮಃ |</div></div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-28399474289776923382011-05-26T22:24:00.004+05:302011-05-27T21:47:28.925+05:30आस और एहेसास |<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TeHVlg7XDH4/Td6T7AIWqOI/AAAAAAAABEI/rJnV1exjboA/s1600/hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TeHVlg7XDH4/Td6T7AIWqOI/AAAAAAAABEI/rJnV1exjboA/s1600/hope.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">प्यासे धरती पे बरसो तुम बनके घने बादल |</div><div style="text-align: center;">यही होती हैं मेरी आरज़ू आजकल |</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">तुम आओगे कभी न कभी ये आस हैं |</div><div style="text-align: center;">क्या इसका कुछ तुम्हे भी एहसास हैं ?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">- पूर्णिमा </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div></div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-75818113361071723842011-04-15T14:40:00.001+05:302011-04-15T14:40:42.567+05:30déjà vuMeethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-86347179302314341582011-03-21T13:58:00.001+05:302011-03-21T13:58:14.752+05:30Anhedonia!!!Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1545719712710051222011-03-07T11:00:00.067+05:302011-03-19T18:49:34.723+05:30ಸ್ವಾದಿಯ ಸ್ವಾದ ಸವೀಇರಿ...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span>ಕೆಲವರಿಗೆ</span> <span>ಗೊತ್ತಿರಬಹುದು</span> <span>ಇನ್ನು</span> <span>ಕೆಲವರು</span> <span>ಕೇಳಿರಬಹುದು</span> <span>ಮತ್ತು</span> <span>ಇನ್ನು</span> <span>ಕೆಲವರು</span> <span>ಕೇಳ</span><span>ದಿರಬಹುದು</span>... <span>ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ</span> <span>ಪರಿಚಯ</span> <span>ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಳೋದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ </span> <span>ಏನು</span> <span>ತಪ್ಪಿಲ್ಲ</span> <span>ಬಿಡಿ</span>.. :-) <span>ಸ್ವಾದಿ</span> <span>ಒಂದು</span> <span>ಚಿಕ್ಕ</span> <span>ಊರು</span>, <span>ಸಿರಸಿ</span> <span>ತಾಲೂಕಿನ</span> <span>ಒಂದು</span> <span>ಪುಟ್ಟ</span> <span>ಗ್ರಾಮ</span> <span>ಅಂತ</span> <span>ಹೇಳಬಹುದು</span>. <span>ಶ್ರೀ</span> <span>ವಾದಿರಾಜ</span> <span>ಸ್ವಾಮಿಗಳ</span> <span>ಸನ್ನಿಧಾನ</span>. <span>ಬನ್ನಿ</span> <span>ಆ</span> <span>ಪುಣ್ಯ</span> <span>ಕ್ಷೇತ್ರದ</span> <span>ದರುಶನ</span> <span>ಮಾಡೋಣ</span>...<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ಮಠದ ಒಂದು ವಿಹಂಗಮ ನೋಟ...<br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lusjg_o0p2s/TXRt9P-dMbI/AAAAAAAAA98/xF1BDNSKp_M/s1600/IMG0402A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lusjg_o0p2s/TXRt9P-dMbI/AAAAAAAAA98/xF1BDNSKp_M/s200/IMG0402A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581206737246826930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ynfrhjojgo/TXRuDqLhl6I/AAAAAAAAA-E/J_hjjm0NwQI/s1600/IMG0399A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ynfrhjojgo/TXRuDqLhl6I/AAAAAAAAA-E/J_hjjm0NwQI/s200/IMG0399A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581206847360178082" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdtFHXAS3j8/TXRt2cLAjlI/AAAAAAAAA90/gp1zza3qd10/s1600/IMG0394A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdtFHXAS3j8/TXRt2cLAjlI/AAAAAAAAA90/gp1zza3qd10/s200/IMG0394A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581206620261617234" border="0" /></a><br />ಹೆಸರೇ ಹೇಳುತ್ತದೆ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ.. ಭೂತ ರಾಜರು ಅಂದರೆ ಸಾಕ್ಷಾತ ಪರಶಿವ...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42CzKOJfy5I/TXRuKdUJl-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/R_xSDhkG9uY/s1600/IMG0400A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42CzKOJfy5I/TXRuKdUJl-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/R_xSDhkG9uY/s200/IMG0400A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581206964165777378" border="0" /></a><br />ಯಾಗ ಶಾಲೆ - ಹೋಮ ಹವನಗಳು, ಮದಿವೆ ಮುಂಜಿಗಳು ನಡಿಯೋ ಸ್ಥಾನ...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2PXeovfJvM/TXRufVS50AI/AAAAAAAAA-k/9FFhZN4JDjc/s1600/IMG0404A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2PXeovfJvM/TXRufVS50AI/AAAAAAAAA-k/9FFhZN4JDjc/s200/IMG0404A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581207322790318082" border="0" /></a><br />ಭಕ್ತರ ಭಕ್ತಿಯ ಬೇಡಿಕೆಯ ಗಂಟುಗಳು...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqVZobnqadE/TXRubaPgdpI/AAAAAAAAA-c/pg8i1QllXtE/s1600/IMG0403A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqVZobnqadE/TXRubaPgdpI/AAAAAAAAA-c/pg8i1QllXtE/s200/IMG0403A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581207255398774418" border="0" /></a><br />ಮಠದ ಒಂದು ಪ್ರದಕ್ಷಿಣೆ ಹಾಕೋಣ ಬನ್ನಿ...<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OsAuWpdo8Y/TXRukyL14HI/AAAAAAAAA-s/nHG07ueyvsY/s1600/IMG0408A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OsAuWpdo8Y/TXRukyL14HI/AAAAAAAAA-s/nHG07ueyvsY/s200/IMG0408A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581207416444674162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XMKYp5zzMxs/TXRups3rYII/AAAAAAAAA-0/jX_IVEuS5_o/s1600/IMG0409A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XMKYp5zzMxs/TXRups3rYII/AAAAAAAAA-0/jX_IVEuS5_o/s200/IMG0409A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581207500917268610" border="0" /></a><br />ನಾಗ ಬಲಿ ಸ್ಥಾನ...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_q8sAZccUO0/TXRuvGBc_PI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1dgX1ViVo1E/s1600/IMG0412A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_q8sAZccUO0/TXRuvGBc_PI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1dgX1ViVo1E/s200/IMG0412A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581207593568500978" border="0" /></a><br />ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದ ಒಂದು ಪಕ್ಷಿ ನೋಟ...<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_WZ2O1Zi9U/TXRtrrEUXtI/AAAAAAAAA9k/72YNLQPLnZo/s1600/IMG0414A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_WZ2O1Zi9U/TXRtrrEUXtI/AAAAAAAAA9k/72YNLQPLnZo/s200/IMG0414A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581206435281526482" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msur4OeWCVs/TXSEby4GEJI/AAAAAAAABB0/fM1j841Iqrk/s1600/IMG0462A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msur4OeWCVs/TXSEby4GEJI/AAAAAAAABB0/fM1j841Iqrk/s200/IMG0462A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581231451267272850" border="0" /></a><br />ಸೇವೆಗೆ ಸಂಕಲ್ಪ ಮಾಡಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವ ಆಚಾರ್ಯರು... ಇವರು ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯರಲ್ಲ.. ಪ್ರತಿನಿತ್ಯ ಪೂಜೆ ಪುನಸ್ಕಾರ ಮಾಡುವದೆಂದರೆ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾದ ಕೆಲಸವೇ? ಅದಕೆಷ್ಟು ಸಾಧನೆ ಬೇಕು... ಇಷ್ಟು ದೊಡ್ಡ ಮಠದ ಆವರಣವನ್ನು ಸುತ್ತಿ ಪೂಜೆ ಮಾಡೋದಕ್ಕೆ ತಕ್ಕ ದೇಹ ಸಾಮರ್ಥ್ಯನು ಬೇಕು... ಆಚಾರ್ಯರು ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಜೋತಿಷ್ಯ ಶಾಸ್ತ್ರ ಪಂಡಿತರು ಹೌದು...<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPjysRdUMzs/TXRvMyi5TVI/AAAAAAAAA_c/7x9Uk8iZJgg/s1600/IMG0441A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPjysRdUMzs/TXRvMyi5TVI/AAAAAAAAA_c/7x9Uk8iZJgg/s200/IMG0441A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581208103736134994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ಇದೆ ವಾದಿರಾಜರ ಮೂಲ ವೃಂದಾವನ.. ನಮೋನ್ ನಮಃ ಗುರುಗಳೇ...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeBJ__jGYJU/TXR8Ibv5pZI/AAAAAAAABBk/HHpHqyvwyMI/s1600/IMG0398A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeBJ__jGYJU/TXR8Ibv5pZI/AAAAAAAABBk/HHpHqyvwyMI/s200/IMG0398A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581222322548352402" border="0" /></a><br />ಶ್ಲೋಕಗಳನ್ನು ಪಠಸುವಲ್ಲಿ ನಿರತ ಮಠದಲ್ಲಿ ಓದುವ ಮಕ್ಕಳು</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDUmjuV_YiM/TXRxCHWQziI/AAAAAAAABBU/Fpo3zq7gY0Y/s1600/IMG0500A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDUmjuV_YiM/TXRxCHWQziI/AAAAAAAABBU/Fpo3zq7gY0Y/s200/IMG0500A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581210119364988450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrZ7XB-gKnQ/TXRtyaWBpMI/AAAAAAAAA9s/xRuFLe5xyUY/s1600/IMG0413A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrZ7XB-gKnQ/TXRtyaWBpMI/AAAAAAAAA9s/xRuFLe5xyUY/s200/IMG0413A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581206551051478210" border="0" /></a><br />ವೆಂಕಟರಮಣ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನ...<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9ylfcvZrqc/TXRvqft_vGI/AAAAAAAAA_8/fnS0KLdP5cU/s1600/IMG0455A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9ylfcvZrqc/TXRvqft_vGI/AAAAAAAAA_8/fnS0KLdP5cU/s200/IMG0455A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581208614078495842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದ ಒಂದು ವಳನೋಟ...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hc4-8QoQEyo/TXRu4aD-9tI/AAAAAAAAA_E/eTwruJrrFdI/s1600/IMG0423A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hc4-8QoQEyo/TXRu4aD-9tI/AAAAAAAAA_E/eTwruJrrFdI/s200/IMG0423A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581207753566648018" border="0" /></a><br />ಸೌಭಾಗ್ಯವತಿಯರು ಹೂವಿನ ಮಾಲೆಯನ್ನು ಕಟ್ಟುವ ಸೇವೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ತೊಡಗಿರುವರು...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T2ARYWBrRXw/TXRvG4mMZCI/AAAAAAAAA_U/3yUdAQKvJEI/s1600/IMG0438A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T2ARYWBrRXw/TXRvG4mMZCI/AAAAAAAAA_U/3yUdAQKvJEI/s200/IMG0438A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581208002281366562" border="0" /></a><br />ದೇವರ ಉಪಕರಣಗಳನ್ನು ತೊಳೆಯುವದು ಒಂದು ಸೇವೆನೆ...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWCkOZk-oEA/TXRvalG4vJI/AAAAAAAAA_s/SOXcNy-uYZo/s1600/IMG0449A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWCkOZk-oEA/TXRvalG4vJI/AAAAAAAAA_s/SOXcNy-uYZo/s200/IMG0449A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581208340647165074" border="0" /></a><br />ಎಲ್ಲ ಪೂಜೆ ಸೇವೆಯ ನಂತರ ದೇವರ ಪ್ರಸಾದ ಸೇವಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವ ಭಕ್ತಾದಿಗಳು...<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJdT58x7Wt0/TXRzIIFLb9I/AAAAAAAABBc/56YaJO7Ld8s/s1600/IMG0444A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJdT58x7Wt0/TXRzIIFLb9I/AAAAAAAABBc/56YaJO7Ld8s/s200/IMG0444A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581212421664239570" border="0" /></a>ಸಂಜೆ ಮಂಗಳಾರತಿಯ ವೇಳೆಗೆ ದೀಪೋತ್ತ್ಸವ... ಮಂಗಳಾರತಿ ವೇಳೆಗೆ ಮೊಳಗುವ ಘಂಟಾನಾದ ಮನಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಅಡಗಿರುವ ಭೂತಗಳನ್ನು ಹೊಡೆದೋಡಿಸುತ್ತ, ಕಣ್ಣಿನಿಂದ ಆನಂದ ಭಾಸ್ಪಗಳ ಸುರಿಮಳೆ ಆದ ಅನುಭ ನನಗಾಇತು... ಆ ಪರಮಾತ್ಮನ ದಶಾವತಾರದ ಹಾಡು ಹಾಡುವ ಆ ತಾಯಿ ತನ್ನ ಪ್ರತಿನಿತ್ಯದ ಗಾನ ಸೇವೆ ಸಲ್ಲಿಸುವವಳೇ ಧನ್ಯ... ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಆ ಹಾಡು ಪೋಸ್ಟ್ ಮಾಡಲು ಆಗಲಿಲ್ಲ.. ಅದನ್ನು ಕೇಳಲು ಅಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಹೋಗಬೇಕು... ಆಹಾ! ಎಂತಹ ಅದ್ಭುತ ಕಂಠ ಹಾಗು ಭಕ್ತಿಭರಿತವಾದ ಹಾಡು... ಧನ್ಯೋಸ್ಮಿ!!! ನಾನು ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತೆ ಆ ಹಾಡನ್ನು ನಮ್ಮ ಮೊಬೈಲ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಸೆರೆ ಹಿಡಿದೆವು...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECDzkTk2D4I/TXRvklhdIhI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Bgkqh79VuH8/s1600/IMG0456A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECDzkTk2D4I/TXRvklhdIhI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Bgkqh79VuH8/s200/IMG0456A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581208512557294098" border="0" /></a><br />ನಿತ್ಯದ ಕೊನೇಯ ಪೂಜೆ ಭೂತ ಬಲಿ...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hcCYqZEbm8/TXRu-_AhC7I/AAAAAAAAA_M/EoN04wCplWE/s1600/IMG0427A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hcCYqZEbm8/TXRu-_AhC7I/AAAAAAAAA_M/EoN04wCplWE/s200/IMG0427A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581207866563431346" border="0" /></a><br />ಪ್ರಸಾದ ಚೀಲ...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOlOmupa3fg/TXRvUulzPbI/AAAAAAAAA_k/NEUFJ2JjyiY/s1600/IMG0446A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOlOmupa3fg/TXRvUulzPbI/AAAAAAAAA_k/NEUFJ2JjyiY/s200/IMG0446A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581208240113532338" border="0" /></a><br /><span>ನಡೆಇರಿ</span> <span>ವಾದಿರಾಜರು</span> <span>ತಪಸ್ಸು</span> <span>ಮಾಡಿದ</span> <span>ತಪೋವನಕ್ಕೆ</span> <span>ಹೋಗೋಣ</span>...<br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVQrzk8zeNM/TXRv93dCNEI/AAAAAAAABAU/i_3CaVnmfKo/s1600/IMG0480A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVQrzk8zeNM/TXRv93dCNEI/AAAAAAAABAU/i_3CaVnmfKo/s200/IMG0480A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581208946867319874" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr5SXvpUHwQ/TXRvydo8kYI/AAAAAAAABAE/1o5uEEA9WGg/s1600/IMG0481A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr5SXvpUHwQ/TXRvydo8kYI/AAAAAAAABAE/1o5uEEA9WGg/s200/IMG0481A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581208750959399298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NuBJcbGUrdE/TXRwWv2qSgI/AAAAAAAABAs/ongSZLOmPFM/s1600/IMG0482A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NuBJcbGUrdE/TXRwWv2qSgI/AAAAAAAABAs/ongSZLOmPFM/s200/IMG0482A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581209374324050434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಹೈಗ್ರೀವರ (ಕುದುರೆ ಕಾಲು) ಹಿಂದಿನ ಪಾದ, ಮುಂದಿನ ಎರಡು ಪಾದಗಳು ವಾದಿರಾಜರ ಹೆಗಲ ಮೇಲಿಟ್ಟು ಅವರು ತಯಾರಿಸಿದ ಹೈಗ್ರೀವವನ್ನು ಸೇವಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು ಎನ್ನಲಾಗಿದೆ..<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRNh7zjmx78/TXRv4dTyFAI/AAAAAAAABAM/9qg3PjmQ-YE/s1600/IMG0483A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRNh7zjmx78/TXRv4dTyFAI/AAAAAAAABAM/9qg3PjmQ-YE/s200/IMG0483A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581208853949846530" border="0" /></a><br />ಇಲ್ಲಿ ವಾದಿರಾಜರು ಹುರಣವನ್ನು ರುಬ್ಬುತ್ತಿದ್ದರಂತೆ, ದೇವರಿಗೆ ನೈವೈದ್ಯ ಮಾಡಲು...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXptFwi0q04/TXRwEQk1hFI/AAAAAAAABAc/pgxKGpj9LVg/s1600/IMG0484A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXptFwi0q04/TXRwEQk1hFI/AAAAAAAABAc/pgxKGpj9LVg/s200/IMG0484A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581209056690144338" border="0" /></a><br />ಸಿರಸಿ ಮಾರಿಕ್ಮ್ಬ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದ ಒಂದು ನೋಟ.. ವಳಗಡೆ ದೇವಿಯ ಫೋಟೋ ತೆಗೆಯುವಂತಿಲ್ಲ... :-(<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z16I-GX9Dcg/TXRw5D3HZsI/AAAAAAAABBM/iDoeXXvNJVM/s1600/IMG0467A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z16I-GX9Dcg/TXRw5D3HZsI/AAAAAAAABBM/iDoeXXvNJVM/s200/IMG0467A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581209963810219714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ಸ್ವರ್ಣವಲ್ಲಿ ಮಠದ ವಳಾಂಗಣ...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-734-IkXAcBU/TXRwer25qYI/AAAAAAAABA0/YheGOCAOkQo/s1600/IMG0489A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-734-IkXAcBU/TXRwer25qYI/AAAAAAAABA0/YheGOCAOkQo/s200/IMG0489A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581209510690269570" border="0" /></a><br /><span>ಸ್ವರ್ಣವಲ್ಲಿ</span> <span>ಮಠದ</span> <span>ಧ್ಯಾನ</span> <span>ಮಂದಿರ</span>...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNzGdWDRuh8/TXRwk-vnt-I/AAAAAAAABA8/bj9QoF-APd4/s1600/IMG0488A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNzGdWDRuh8/TXRwk-vnt-I/AAAAAAAABA8/bj9QoF-APd4/s200/IMG0488A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581209618839222242" border="0" /></a><br /><span>ಹುಲೇಕಲ್</span> <span>ವ್ಯಸರಾಯರ</span> <span>ವೃಂದಾವನ</span>...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-It9rsbYitb4/TXRwK7CbBII/AAAAAAAABAk/MHDNGMrPWcg/s1600/IMG0474A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-It9rsbYitb4/TXRwK7CbBII/AAAAAAAABAk/MHDNGMrPWcg/s200/IMG0474A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581209171167741058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ಕೊನೇಯದಾಗಿ ಸಹಸ್ರಲಿಂಗದ ದರ್ಶನವೂ ಆಯಿತು ...<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-po8pfof4UKM/TXRwttCYL2I/AAAAAAAABBE/Mp4S4dtalVQ/s1600/IMG0495A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-po8pfof4UKM/TXRwttCYL2I/AAAAAAAABBE/Mp4S4dtalVQ/s200/IMG0495A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581209768704880482" border="0" /></a><span>ಈ</span> <span>ಸ್ಥಳಕ್ಕೆ</span> <span>ಹೋದ</span> <span>ಮೈಮನಸುಗಳೇ</span> <span>ಧನ್ಯ</span>. <span>ಆದರೆ</span> <span>ವಮ್ಮೆ </span> <span>ಆದರು</span> <span>ಹೋಗಿ</span> <span>ಬನ್ನಿ</span>... <span>ಅಲ್ಲಿಯ</span> <span>ಪವಿತ್ರತೆಯನ್ನು</span> <span>ನಿಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ</span> <span>ತುಂಬಿಕೊಳ್ಳಿ</span>, <span>ಮಾನವ</span> <span>ಜನ್ಮವನ್ನು</span> <span>ಸಾರ್ಥಕ </span><span>ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳಿ</span>... <span><br />ನನ್ನನು</span> <span>ಮೇಲಿಂದ</span> <span>ಮೇಲೆ</span> <span>ತಮ್ಮ</span> <span>ದರುಶನ</span> <span>ಭಾಗ್ಯ</span> <span>ಕೊಡಲಿ</span> <span>ಎ೦ದು</span> <span>ಗುರುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ</span> <span>ನನ್ನ</span> <span>ಪ್ರಾರ್ಥನೆ</span>... <span>ಈ</span> <span>ಬ್ಲಾಗ್</span> <span>ಮೂಲಕ</span> <span>ನೋಡೋ</span> <span>ಜನರಿಗೂ</span> <span>ದರುಶನ</span> <span>ಭಾಗ್ಯ</span> <span>ಹಾಗು</span> <span>ಗುರುಗಳ</span> <span>ಆಶೀರ್ವಾದ</span> <span>ಲಭಿಸಲಿ</span> .<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span>- ಹರಿ</span> ಓಂ -<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-91113696758602238772011-01-20T10:50:00.011+05:302011-01-20T16:04:48.724+05:30Expiry Date!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/TTfZ-owhVNI/AAAAAAAAA1I/QFw9U-u3JZk/s1600/expiry.jpeg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/TTfZ-owhVNI/AAAAAAAAA1I/QFw9U-u3JZk/s200/expiry.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564155534755583186" border="0" /></a>This morning, to my serendipity a friend of mine made me realize<br />something which i was too least bothered about. Everything comes with an "expiry date", its so very true! Like everything comes with the price tag so does the expiry date along with that... :)<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Take your job for instance, when you start feeling lazy about getting ready to start to your work place and no more things excite you there, challenge you or see your not making much difference being there, THEN realize that there is something missing, lacking and going wrong!!!! that's the signal to look out for some more exciting stuff for yourself. Yes, what you can and want to take up next is altogether a different level totally!<br /><br />We get so busy and "addicted" to our day to day activities and we keep on hanging in there until we get an alarming signal that you can no more go on from there. OK let me cut it short - if you start feeling the same.. go get a life for yourself hump... :) We need challenges, different tasks unlike the conventional ones in the past.<br /><br />On contrary its quite difficult to apply the same rule when it comes to relationships. You will end up in chaos! So its always better to be <span style="font-style: italic;">with a known devil than with unknown angel</span>. But sometimes<span style="font-style: italic;"> fact is stranger than fiction, </span><span class="huge">it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't </span>- Mark Twain<br /><br />Ahem! what are your <span style="font-style: italic;">expiry dates</span> in your life? Take your call NOW track all your expiry dates!<br /><br /><br /></div>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-3039558553304653582010-10-07T10:51:00.001+05:302010-10-07T10:56:22.228+05:3029 things I learnt in 29 years – II « The Right Vibes<a href="http://therightvibes.com/ranway/29-things-i-learnt-in-29-years-ii/#comment-93">29 things I learnt in 29 years – II « The Right Vibes</a>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4411459530743360782010-06-04T13:39:00.008+05:302010-06-04T13:45:53.757+05:30Some random clicksJust random clicks from my mobile phone when been to hometown...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/TAi19RKmEdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/3pmWyiRSSHs/s1600/IMG0043A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/TAi19RKmEdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/3pmWyiRSSHs/s200/IMG0043A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478829010880696786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/TAi1y_DlhtI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rKDjMNxrXh8/s1600/IMG0064A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/TAi1y_DlhtI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rKDjMNxrXh8/s200/IMG0064A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478828834220771026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/TAi1fjKGaiI/AAAAAAAAAys/wVcesqLFVtQ/s1600/IMG0063A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/TAi1fjKGaiI/AAAAAAAAAys/wVcesqLFVtQ/s200/IMG0063A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478828500314384930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/TAi1aGqOKaI/AAAAAAAAAyk/fWU-RaEH3cs/s1600/IMG0062A.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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</a>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-24088019075667700372010-04-21T18:01:00.002+05:302010-04-21T18:02:57.857+05:30Dreaming is just the beginning to get started to work towards your destiny... :)Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-11877462833788384382010-03-28T22:15:00.009+05:302010-08-07T23:13:05.477+05:30" मेरा मन "जज़्बात मेरे होते गए हलाल दम - ब - दम |<br />क्या यही ज़िन्दगी हैं अब हर कदम ?<br />हमसे ख़ुशी क्यों नज़र चुराती हैं ? ए खुदा,<br />क्या हमारी दुश्मनी हैं कई बरसों से ?<br /><br />हां हमें भी होती थी ख़ुशी कभी |<br />लगता था छुलेंगे आस्मा अभी |<br />पर वो तो ख्वाब ही था सभी |<br />हकीकत में तो वो बदलेंगे नहीं |<br /><br />काश ! सब चीज़ों की तरह मिलती ख़ुशी बाजारों में | हां ,<br />हम भी ज़रा खरीद लातें कुछ अशरफियों में |<br /><br />अब कैसे और कहाँ से लाये वो सकून और अमन ?<br />जिनके पीछे भागता हैं ये बेचारा मेरा मन |<br /><br />-<span> पूर्णिमा</span><br />टाइम : १२:२० पम<br />डेट: १६.०४.२००५Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-9773332129162085112010-03-22T10:32:00.000+05:302010-03-22T12:50:55.336+05:30The Lost Child!<div style="text-align: justify;">It was Sunday afternoon and had nothing much to do and just thought to visit the most awaited and is said to be the biggest mall in India "The Mantri Mall" located at Malleshwaram in Bangalore. I had warned him not to go on Sundays to this mall, as I could see the huge crowd daily while heading from office to home.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />He was totally taken back seeing the crowd, the traffic, everything looked terrific and so distrubing and unorganized as of yet. I said its the wrong time to visit, but not sure when is the right time though to visit it. People seemed so crazy to see the building and feel the shops... small babies in the trolleys and the old ones on wheel chair.. everyone was there... My goodness i told him i don't want to see it after seeing the crowd outside. The vehicles puking all its carbon and yelling at other vehicles with horns on each other for making their way to the mall was absolute perturbing to the babies and old people. yet all wanted to have a look at it and take rounds there.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Welcoming Entrance<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6cZq9GbNtI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nw8QhyVvSC0/s1600-h/mi.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6cZq9GbNtI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nw8QhyVvSC0/s200/mi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451354099701987026" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I could not make out whats what and where in the mall, all i could see is people, people and only people around. You can just imagine shops overloaded with people more than the goods in it. The mall was totally "packed with people".<br /></div></div><br />The Exterior of the mall<br /></div> </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6cZhSUykbI/AAAAAAAAAug/t0NZ7N5gdbU/s1600-h/mm.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6cZhSUykbI/AAAAAAAAAug/t0NZ7N5gdbU/s200/mm.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451353933600690610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We were just out after getting billed our goods in a trolley (totally not wanted to shop, but ended up buying quite few things) i happened to see a boy crying and wandering with fear in his eyes. No one even bothered to ask the child, suddenly i stopped the guy and started to enquire what was the problem with him. Poor thing was so scared to even talk. I tried to comfort him and take the number of his mom, within no time his mom suddenly appeared and i handed over the boy to her. That boy started hitting his mom in anger for leaving him behind somewhere, hmm huh! i can understand the frustration, fear and anger.. with mixed feelings of that l'll heart.. :( This reminded me of a lesson i read in school called "The Lost Chid" by Mulkraj Anand... :)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6cIznJxr8I/AAAAAAAAAuY/NNt0rotPPbk/s1600-h/lost+child.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6cIznJxr8I/AAAAAAAAAuY/NNt0rotPPbk/s200/lost+child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451335556731613122" border="0" /></a><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">We were just taking rounds and could only finish ground floor and first floor, i donno how many where there. Already started feeling sick about the place.. . and were totally exhausted and was getting too late at night.<br /></div><br />Actually it could be a nice place to hangout on weekdays, when there is less crowd. It has lot of things to check out, just a day is not that all sufficient to have a look at it at least... :)<br /></div><br />For shop-o-holics its the right place.. everything under one roof... rush in there now...!<br /></div> <br />For more information about the mall click <a href="http://http//images.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://www.indiaretailing.com/upload/newsimage/MantriMall1.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.indiaretailing.com/news.aspx%3Ftopic%3D1%26Id%3D4398&usg=__eEaHPoQQBhCLnhEmD7eCaZsPrDo=&h=203&w=225&sz=24&hl=en&start=3&itbs=1&tbnid=BQ6qktJaukDGhM:&tbnh=97&tbnw=108&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmantri%2Bmall%2Bin%2Bbangalore%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1">here</a><br /><br />Happy Shopping... :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6b9CuO6RII/AAAAAAAAAuA/QcKeiIVVh-s/s1600-h/mi.png"><br /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6b89l1rD5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/nwsyB1uAZ4Q/s1600-h/mm.png"><br /></a><br /><!-- Site Meter --><br /><a href="http://s18.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s18poorni" target="_top"><br /></a><br /><!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter -->Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-86145570415948301162010-03-01T10:10:00.001+05:302011-08-09T12:44:56.445+05:30Hurray Hurray its Hol(y)i Hol(y)i Day...!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">HOLI - Celebrated in India in commemoration for different reasons. There are different stories attached behind this fest.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Holi is celebrated at the end of the winter season on the last full moon day of the lunar month of Phalguna (February/March), (Phalgun Poornima).</div><br />
Its said that Holi is celebrated to pay tribute to the pure and unconditional Love of Lord Radha and Krishna.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Lord Krishna playing colors with Gopikas ( His girl friends)</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Its believed that Lord Shiva smoldered Kama ( Lord of Love) by opening his third eye, When Kama tried to disturb Lord Shiva's Penance. Holi is also called as Kama Dahan.. so fire is set on the dummi statue filled with grass old clothes and all such stuff on the previous day. like people make bonfire and next day they play with colors.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Lord Shiva with Nandi ( Bull - His mode of transportation)<br />
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</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tGyK_VDAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/YERd_af44BI/s1600-h/senhor-shiva-om-namah-shivaya1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443522402364754946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tGyK_VDAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/YERd_af44BI/s200/senhor-shiva-om-namah-shivaya1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 124px;" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Bonfire symbolizes Kama Dahan and also Holika Dahan, Which is observed on the previous day of the fest!</div>Bonfire<br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tEEjXhbWI/AAAAAAAAAso/TyYg00shykk/s1600-h/holika+dahan.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443519419611442530" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tEEjXhbWI/AAAAAAAAAso/TyYg00shykk/s200/holika+dahan.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 133px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a>The main emphasis of the festival is on the burning of the holy fire or Holika. The origin of the traditional lighting of Holi is attributed by some to the burning of demonesses like Holika, Holaka and Putana who represent evil, or to the burning of Madan according to others.<br />
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Its believed that even Lord Shiva drinks bhang. Bhang is some intoxicating drink prepared especially on Holi day! Its amazing to know that people who drinks bhang keeps on doing the same thing when they start doing something the whole day... :) like if they start laughing they laugh continuously, if they cry they keep crying.. until they are out of that intoxication and that may take a day to come out of it.. :)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Bhang (Intoxicating drink)<br />
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Its also celebrated to remember the miraculous escape of child Prahlad, the great devotee of Lord Vishnu. When Prahlad was set on fire for only chanting the name of Lord Vishu and not of his father Hiranyakashupu. By Lord's grace he happened to escape from that fire set on him due to his unfailing faith in Lord Vishnu!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Demon Hiranyakashupu, Prahalda and Lord Vishnu.<br />
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</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tFYZSzM3I/AAAAAAAAAsw/1iMURxN0QIE/s1600-h/hiranyakashipu_prahlad_vishnu.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443520860016292722" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tFYZSzM3I/AAAAAAAAAsw/1iMURxN0QIE/s200/hiranyakashipu_prahlad_vishnu.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a>Later Lord Vishnu came in the form of a Narasimha (who is half-man and half-lion) and killed Hiranyakashipu at dusk (which was neither day nor night), on the steps of the porch of his house (which was neither inside the house nor outside) by restraining him on his lap (which is neither in the sky nor on the earth) and mauling him with his claws (which are neither <i>astra</i> nor <i>shastra</i>).<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tNrBT6GQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/LqG5WxwYINo/s1600-h/Lord+Narsimha.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443529976089024770" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tNrBT6GQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/LqG5WxwYINo/s200/Lord+Narsimha.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 151px;" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
People dancing after drinking bhang..!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Holi is played with all the colourful colours sprinkling and spraying and get drenched with colorful pichkaaris on others. Its basically a fun filled festival irrespective of class, creed or colour.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Everyone is overjoyed with patching colors on their friends... :)</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Colours are also the significance of different stages of life as well.. So what I feel is its also the celebration of different stages of human life as well.. how lovely! isn't it?</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8s6GscdI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MypBWtDAU6A/s1600-h/holi-1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443511316816622034" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8s6GscdI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MypBWtDAU6A/s200/holi-1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 125px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a>So Happy Holi People... Holi Hai!!!</div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Source: Mixture of my thoughts and some from internet</span>Meethi Imlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-34103561170781389992010-02-19T11:51:00.000+05:302010-02-22T15:24:34.061+05:30Some old provisions...<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><div style="text-align: left;"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CYKPOOR%7E2%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* 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:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; 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;} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >These will surely take you back in time if you were in your schools in 80's</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" > and 90's as i was!</span>
<br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >Just see them and fly back to that time........ when owning all these was so fun!</span>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hero Pens
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Bril Ink, Camel and also Chelpark was there I remember!
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<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34uq30VePI/AAAAAAAAApc/Oo5xk5-xZZg/s1600-h/Bril+Ink.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34uq30VePI/AAAAAAAAApc/Oo5xk5-xZZg/s200/Bril+Ink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439836713982982386" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ball Point Pen.. Still we use it!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Our Geometry Box
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<br />Nataraj Pencils!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Camel Gum!
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<br />Our Sports Shoes!
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stamps.. which was a common hobby among almost all kids then!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Inland Letter! Hardly anyone uses all these now.. :(
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Wow! Bubble Gum... what a strawberry flavor its still fresh in my mouth!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cold Drink most famous apart from Thumps Up... was Gold Spot the zing thing!
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<br />Hmm I still remember this dialing Telephone... how exciting it was then to own one!
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Floppy Disk!
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<br />Film Camera!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Film Rolls!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Audio Cassette!
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<br />Video Cassette!</div>
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<br />School Pick Up! wow what a fun it was with all friends taking a ride on it....
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We left back all these and now replaced with all branded Parker pens, shoes and all various funky designed geometry boxes, and bags. Post cards and letters replaced with phone calls, and telephones are replacing with mobile phones, iphones and blackberry.... cassettes with MP3s....hmm what a change!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">BUT!
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<br />Still miss all those wonderful Days!...... :(
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