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My Favourite'/><category term='I clicked'/><category term='My Poems'/><category term='Life Without Friends is Empty'/><title type='text'>Meethi Imli...</title><subtitle type='html'>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!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-932362315864864236</id><published>2011-08-13T11:45:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:08:35.909+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poems'/><title type='text'>ಮುಕ್ತಿ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD2bpDo3Z_Y/TkYWYxbVh9I/AAAAAAAABHQ/HovagsKKqlo/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD2bpDo3Z_Y/TkYWYxbVh9I/AAAAAAAABHQ/HovagsKKqlo/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ಆಸೆಯ ಮೂಟೆ ಕಟ್ಟಿಕೊಂಡು ನಿನ್ನ ಹಿಂದೆ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ಜೊತೆಗೆ ತವರ ಅಕ್ಕರೆಯ ಹಾರೈಕೆ&amp;nbsp; ಕರೆ ತಂದೆ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ನಿನಗಾಗಿ ನನ್ನ ಹೆತ್ತವರ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಬಂದೆ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ಆದರ್ಶ ಬಾಳ ಸಂಗಾತಿ ಬೇಡಿದ್ದೆ ಆ "ಸುರನಲ್ಲಿ",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ನೀನಾಗಿ ಬಂದೆ "ಅಸುರ" ನನ್ನ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; ನನ್ನಾಸೆಯ ಕರುಳ ಬಳ್ಳಿ ಬೆಳೆಸಬೇಕೆಂದಾಗ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ಅದನಲ್ಲೇ ಚಿವುಟಿ ಹಾಕುತಿದ್ದೆ ನೀನಾಗ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ಪದೇ ಪದೇ ತಿದ್ದುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ, ತಿಳಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ ನಾನೇ ನನ್ನನ್ನ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ಮರಳಿ ಮರಳಿ ಗುದ್ದುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ ನೀನನ್ನ ಅಸ್ತಿತ್ವವನ್ನ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ವಿಶಾದಿಸದೆ ಸಾಗಿಸಿದೆ ಮಸಣಕ್ಕೆ ನನ್ನ&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ದಿಬ್ಬಣವನ್ನ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ಅಂದು ಉಟ್ಟ ಬಿಳಿ ಸೀರೆ, ಇಟ್ಟ ಕರಿ ಬೊಟ್ಟು;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; ಇಂದಿಗೂ ಸಂಸ್ಕಾರವಾಗದ ಆ-ಕಾಯ-ಅಲೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ಅದು ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೋ ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೋ ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೋ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- ಪೂರ್ಣಿಮಾ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(ನನ್ನ ಮೊದಲ ಕನ್ನಡ ಕವನ ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3344600101430069578-932362315864864236?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/932362315864864236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=932362315864864236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/932362315864864236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/932362315864864236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='ಮುಕ್ತಿ...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UD2bpDo3Z_Y/TkYWYxbVh9I/AAAAAAAABHQ/HovagsKKqlo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-625728279202519072</id><published>2011-08-11T19:12:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:33:28.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blooming Technology!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;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”. &amp;nbsp;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 &amp;nbsp;nature friendly products. News updates say that researches are being undertaken to retrench, reduce and reuse the valuable resources. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is Bloom Box and how it works?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;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. &amp;nbsp;One tile has the capacity to power a bulb. These fuel cells are stalked on to make a tower plating alloy in-between. &amp;nbsp;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How does it look like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmzeZ02jLZE/TkPb2Rmg6tI/AAAAAAAABHM/L7T9cHjjuF4/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmzeZ02jLZE/TkPb2Rmg6tI/AAAAAAAABHM/L7T9cHjjuF4/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCIIl6ebTUY/TkPb19OOGKI/AAAAAAAABHI/h8IN1vwkzww/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCIIl6ebTUY/TkPb19OOGKI/AAAAAAAABHI/h8IN1vwkzww/s1600/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How much it costs?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who all are using it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr. Sridhar proudly says that he is already having some 20 renowned customers in the list&amp;nbsp; who are using it silently. With Google as its first customer adding to the list FedEx, Walmart, Staples, Ebay and&amp;nbsp; it goes on and on. Walmart is considered to be consuming the most among all with 800 kW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are the advantages?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fundamentally its emission free, thus keeping our environment clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Its wireless, hence it’s safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Least maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;24/7 and 365 days supply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Compact and saves &amp;nbsp;space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Efficient and affordable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bloom Box just made me go WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;References: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloom_Energy_Server"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloom_Energy_Server&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/02/18/60minutes/main6221135.shtml"&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/02/18/60minutes/main6221135.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: x-small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Society/2010/0222/Bloom-Box-What-is-it-and-how-does-it-work"&gt;http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Society/2010/0222/Bloom-Box-What-is-it-and-how-does-it-work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&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/3344600101430069578-625728279202519072?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/625728279202519072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=625728279202519072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/625728279202519072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/625728279202519072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2011/08/blooming-technology.html' title='Blooming Technology!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmzeZ02jLZE/TkPb2Rmg6tI/AAAAAAAABHM/L7T9cHjjuF4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-8662026377738888460</id><published>2011-08-04T14:38:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:35:45.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'>H - Factor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night in the freezing cold&amp;nbsp; I was even more trembling with all my&amp;nbsp; 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."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that might sound a bit speculating. As I started to liberate my imagination unfold from that cozy blanket...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaesCXCGAMA/Tjpan-Shh2I/AAAAAAAABHA/oq9zpoODY3w/s1600/H2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaesCXCGAMA/Tjpan-Shh2I/AAAAAAAABHA/oq9zpoODY3w/s1600/H2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuezBeZJ8Tc/TjpanhQ0rpI/AAAAAAAABG8/oTdwN9LjXd4/s1600/H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"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."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuezBeZJ8Tc/TjpanhQ0rpI/AAAAAAAABG8/oTdwN9LjXd4/s1600/H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OuezBeZJ8Tc/TjpanhQ0rpI/AAAAAAAABG8/oTdwN9LjXd4/s1600/H.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"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".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1RY3l5Mvak/TjpaoJ3rOBI/AAAAAAAABHE/oqqcS4GYB-c/s1600/H3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1RY3l5Mvak/TjpaoJ3rOBI/AAAAAAAABHE/oqqcS4GYB-c/s1600/H3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ladder to Sky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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&amp;nbsp; is the limit for its purview...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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..;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inspired by http://www.yourdictionary.com/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-8662026377738888460?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8662026377738888460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=8662026377738888460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8662026377738888460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8662026377738888460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2011/08/h-factor.html' title='H - Factor!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaesCXCGAMA/Tjpan-Shh2I/AAAAAAAABHA/oq9zpoODY3w/s72-c/H2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-6278002238620055152</id><published>2011-06-27T13:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:05:09.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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ಸೊಬಗು!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pw-CsuPSv1g/Tgg22zxwR_I/AAAAAAAABFc/o6LzrnLOYNM/s1600/Sirsi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pw-CsuPSv1g/Tgg22zxwR_I/AAAAAAAABFc/o6LzrnLOYNM/s320/Sirsi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ಚಿತ್ರ ಕೊಡುಗೆ: ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತೆ ... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3344600101430069578-6278002238620055152?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6278002238620055152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=6278002238620055152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/6278002238620055152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/6278002238620055152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pw-CsuPSv1g/Tgg22zxwR_I/AAAAAAAABFc/o6LzrnLOYNM/s72-c/Sirsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-2066561867565526142</id><published>2011-06-26T13:51:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:10:04.377+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr and Mrs 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paradigm : Amma and Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-2066561867565526142?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2066561867565526142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=2066561867565526142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/2066561867565526142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/2066561867565526142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2011/06/mr-and-mrs-55-category-amma-and-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4641675416295513534</id><published>2011-06-05T01:53:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:17:33.518+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerator's Revenge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was perfect lazy morning, off from work, woke up late. It was the day to purge the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnwsoPZVuIA/TeqU9-y5J8I/AAAAAAAABE8/C3CUE8FHHus/s1600/late.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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&amp;nbsp; and munched on. Luckily found a packet of chikki (candy made  out of groundnut and jaggery).&amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp;  feeling full, so decided to work on some more and started cleaning my  kitchen and cleaned entire house quickly. My sweet&amp;nbsp; lil house looked  impeccably clean with&amp;nbsp; glittering white tiles. Now am induced to clean  my refrigerator as well,&amp;nbsp; hey wait!said my mind ,orienting&amp;nbsp; me that am  just too tired to take up that task today. Anyways it was not looking  that dirty so tried to persuade myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&amp;nbsp; it was already late noon it would be right thing to start cooking my lunch, so went on digging my fridge&amp;nbsp; and found some pudina (mint) leaves which looked fresh green. Thought of making some rice out of it would be apt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ,&amp;nbsp; I turned the processor on and to my surprise the gravy splashed all over the kitchen, spotting&amp;nbsp; fridge, my&amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp; so far looked superfluous.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0DrkwTYe0k/TeqRAxGaYCI/AAAAAAAABEw/-1GazGDn_BA/s1600/splashed+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0DrkwTYe0k/TeqRAxGaYCI/AAAAAAAABEw/-1GazGDn_BA/s1600/splashed+food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shrek, Kung-fu panda, Mc'doggy&amp;nbsp; (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&amp;nbsp; soft cushions on sofa and cot, the cute lil soft red toy sitting on the edge of my television&amp;nbsp; all were jumping in joy to see the messed up kitchen and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzW44gFqqz0/TeqR50kZNjI/AAAAAAAABE0/kvYTiaeuHNo/s1600/prince.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then came my&amp;nbsp; Prince and Princess of Rangeelo Rajasthan with their sword, horses, camels and elephants hung on the windows&amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp; all the mussiness around with my refrigerator by cleaning everything&amp;nbsp; all over again, befriending with him and&amp;nbsp; eventually relishing my hot pudina pulav...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osL2PS4IqdM/TeqPv69Or2I/AAAAAAAABEs/PTWFYftPBco/s1600/fridge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osL2PS4IqdM/TeqPv69Or2I/AAAAAAAABEs/PTWFYftPBco/s1600/fridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EOD it was so much fun... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-4641675416295513534?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4641675416295513534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=4641675416295513534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4641675416295513534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4641675416295513534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2011/06/refrigerators-revenge.html' title='Refrigerator&apos;s Revenge!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnwsoPZVuIA/TeqU9-y5J8I/AAAAAAAABE8/C3CUE8FHHus/s72-c/late.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4044978858084512988</id><published>2011-06-03T15:23:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:23:04.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ತುಂಗಾ ತೀರದಿ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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&amp;nbsp; ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಘಾಡ ನಿದ್ರಯಿಂದ&amp;nbsp; ಎಚ್ಚರಿಸಲು ಬಂದಿದ್ದಾರೆ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ತಪ್ಪಾಗಲಾರದು. ಕಿರುತೆರೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಧಾರ್ಮಿಕ ಧಾರಾವಾಹಿಗಳು ಮೂಡಿ ಬರುವುದೇನು ಹೊಸದಲ್ಲ ಬಿಡಿ. "ಶ್ರೀ ರಾಮ ಸೀತೆ" ಅಂದರೆ ಅರುಣ್ ಗೋವಿಲ್&amp;nbsp; ಮತ್ತು ದೀಪಿಕಾ; "ಶ್ರೀ ಕೃಷ್ಣ"&amp;nbsp; ಅಂದರೆ&amp;nbsp; ನಿತೀಶ್ ಭರದ್ವಾಜ ಅವರ ಭಾವ ಚಿತ್ರವೇ ಕಣ್ಣ ಮುಂದೆ ಆವರಿಸುವವು. ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಈಗ "ಶ್ರೀ ಗುರು ರಾಘವೇಂದ್ರ ಸ್ವಾಮಿಗಳೆಂದರೆ " ಪರಿಕ್ಷಿತ್&amp;nbsp; ಅವರು ಕಾಣುತ್ತಾರೆ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ಪರಿಕ್ಷಿತ್ - ವೆಂಕಟನಾಥನಾಗಿ&amp;nbsp;  (ರಾಘವೇಂದ್ರ ಸ್ವಾಮಿಗಳ ಪೂರ್ವ ಹೆಸರು)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQxQhZjsedQ/TeiItoZ2O2I/AAAAAAAABEY/80Rzq5XHfys/s1600/parikshit.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQxQhZjsedQ/TeiItoZ2O2I/AAAAAAAABEY/80Rzq5XHfys/s1600/parikshit.jpeg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ಪ್ರತಿನಿತ್ಯ ರಾತ್ರಿ ೧೦:೦೦ ಘಂಟೆ ಆಯಿತೆಂದರೆ "ಶ್ರೀ ರಾಘವೇಂದ್ರ ವೈಭವ" ನೆನಪಾಗುವದು. ಈತ್ತಿಚಿಗಿನ ಎಲ್ಲ TRP Rates ಗೋಸ್ಕರ ಚಿತ್ರೀಕರಿಸಿ&amp;nbsp; ಏನಾದ್ರು ಪ್ರೇಕ್ಷಕರಿಗೆ ತುರುಕ್ಕುತ್ತಿರುವ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp; ವೊಂದು ಪೌರಾಣಿಕ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ಹಾಗು&amp;nbsp; ಧಾರ್ಮಿಕ ಧಾರವಾಹಿ ತಯಾರಿಸುವದೆಂದರೆ ನಿರ್ಮಾಪಕರಿಗೆ ದೊಡ್ಡ&amp;nbsp; ಸವಾಲು ಇದ್ದ ಹಾಗೆ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ನಾನು ಈ&amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp; ಭಾಷ್ಪ ತುಂಬಿಕೊಂಡೆ ಇದನ್ನು ಬರೆಯುತ್ತಿರುವೆ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ಹಿಂದಿನ ವಂದಿಷ್ಟು&amp;nbsp; ಕಂತುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ವೆಂಕಟನಾಥರ ಸನ್ಯಾಸತ್ವ&amp;nbsp; ಸ್ವೀಕರಿಸಲು ಆಗದ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ತಳಮಳ ನೋಡಿ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಬಿಕ್ಕಿ ಬಿಕ್ಕಿ ಅತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಅಂತಹ ಮಹಾನುಭಾವಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಸಂಸಾರದ ವ್ಯಾಮೋಹ ಬಿಡಲು ಎಷ್ಟು ಕಷ್ಟವಾಗಿತ್ತು ಅಂದರೆ ನಮ್ಮಂಥಹ ಜನ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯರಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp; ಅದು ಊಹಿಸಲು ಅಸಾಧ್ಯ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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&amp;nbsp; ತಡೆದು ಬಿಡಲೇ ಅನ್ನೋ ಮಟ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ಸಂಕಟ ಉದ್ಭವಿಸಿತು. ನನ್ನ ಆ ಕಣ್ಣಿರಿಗೆ&amp;nbsp; ಕೊನೆ ಮೊದಲಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ರಾಯರ "ಸ್ಥಿಥಪ್ರಜ್ಞ್ಯೇಗೆ "&amp;nbsp; ನಾನು ಮಾರುಹೋಗದೆ ಇರಲು ಆಗಲಿಲ್ಲ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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&amp;nbsp; ಆಹಾ! ಗುರುಗಳ ಅಂಥಕರಣಕ್ಕೆ ಎಲ್ಲೇ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅನಿಸಿತು.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ಸಕಲ ಕಲಾವಲ್ಲಭರು&amp;nbsp; ನಮ್ಮ ಗುರುಸಾರ್ವಬಹುಮರು...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCkIC3QFG7c/TeiIvy7XhXI/AAAAAAAABEg/-_fTG3N1DJM/s1600/ragavendra-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCkIC3QFG7c/TeiIvy7XhXI/AAAAAAAABEg/-_fTG3N1DJM/s320/ragavendra-1.jpg" width="290" 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ಪೊಳ್ಳು ಸ್ವಾಮಿಗಳು ಬಂದದ್ದು ಉಂಟು ಹಾಗೆ ಹೇಳದೆ ಕೇಳದೆ ಮಾಯವಾದದ್ದು ಉಂಟು ಬಿಡಿ. ಆದರೆ ಈ ಎರಡು ದೃಷ್ಯಗಳನ್ನ ನಾನು ವಂದೇ ದಿನ ನೋಡಿದಕ್ಕೆ ಇನ್ನು&amp;nbsp; ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಪ್ರಭಾವ ನನ್ನ ಮೇಲೆ ಬೀರಿತು ಅನಿಸುತ್ತೆ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ಧಾರಾವಾಹಿಯ ತಂಡದ ಚಿತ್ರ : ಕೆಳಗಿರುವ ಆ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಹುಡುಗ - ಸೌರಭ ಕುಲಕರ್ಣಿ, ರಾಯರ ಬಾಲ್ಯದ ಕಂತುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp; ಅದ್ಭುತವಾಗಿ ಕಾಣಿಸಿಕೊಂಡ&amp;nbsp; ಬಾಲಕ. ಲಕ್ಷ್ಮಿ ಹೆಗ್ಡೆ - ರಾಯರ ತಾಯಿಯ ಪಾತ್ರಧಾರೆ. ಬಲಗಡೆಯ ಕೊನೆಯೆಲ್ಲಿ ಪರೀಕ್ಷಿತ - ವೆಂಕಟನಾಥನ ಪಾತ್ರದಲ್ಲಿ. ವಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ಈ ಧಾರವಾಹಿಯ ತಂಡದ ವಂದು ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಗುಂಪು... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPg5yaAibLM/TeiIoEj3uSI/AAAAAAAABEU/S8SRRKQehUk/s1600/saurabh.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPg5yaAibLM/TeiIoEj3uSI/AAAAAAAABEU/S8SRRKQehUk/s320/saurabh.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ಆ ಭಗವಂತನಿಗೆ ಜಾತಿ, ಕುಲ, ಗೋತ್ರ, ವರ್ಣ, ಲಿಂಗ ಭೇದಗಳಿಲ್ಲ. ಅವನು ಇವೆಲ್ಲವನ್ನು&amp;nbsp; 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ಆದರೆ ಈ ಎಲ್ಲಕ್ಕಿಂತ ನಮ್ಮ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಹತ್ತಿರವಾಗುವ ಹಾಗೆ ನಟಿಸಿರುವ ಕಲಾವಿದರಿಗೆ ಗುರುಗಳ ಅನುಗ್ರವಾಗಿದೆ, ಇವರ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಸಫಲಗೊಂಡಿದೆ ಅಂತ ಅನ್ನೋದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ ಎರಡು ಮಾತ್ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಹೀಗೆ ಈ ಧಾರವಾಹಿ ನಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲ 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Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-154571971271005122</id><published>2011-03-07T11:00:00.067+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:49:34.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ಸ್ವಾದಿಯ ಸ್ವಾದ ಸವೀಇರಿ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಕೆಲವರಿಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಗೊತ್ತಿರಬಹುದು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಇನ್ನು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಕೆಲವರು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಕೇಳಿರಬಹುದು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮತ್ತು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಇನ್ನು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಕೆಲವರು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಕೇಳ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ದಿರಬಹುದು&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span&gt;ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಪರಿಚಯ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಳೋದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಏನು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತಪ್ಪಿಲ್ಲ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಬಿಡಿ&lt;/span&gt;.. :-) &lt;span&gt;ಸ್ವಾದಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಒಂದು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಚಿಕ್ಕ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಊರು&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;ಸಿರಸಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತಾಲೂಕಿನ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಒಂದು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಪುಟ್ಟ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಗ್ರಾಮ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅಂತ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹೇಳಬಹುದು&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ಶ್ರೀ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ವಾದಿರಾಜ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಸ್ವಾಮಿಗಳ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಸನ್ನಿಧಾನ&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span&gt;ಬನ್ನಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಪುಣ್ಯ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಕ್ಷೇತ್ರದ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ದರುಶನ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮಾಡೋಣ&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ಮಠದ ಒಂದು ವಿಹಂಗಮ ನೋಟ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lusjg_o0p2s/TXRt9P-dMbI/AAAAAAAAA98/xF1BDNSKp_M/s1600/IMG0402A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ynfrhjojgo/TXRuDqLhl6I/AAAAAAAAA-E/J_hjjm0NwQI/s1600/IMG0399A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdtFHXAS3j8/TXRt2cLAjlI/AAAAAAAAA90/gp1zza3qd10/s1600/IMG0394A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹೆಸರೇ ಹೇಳುತ್ತದೆ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ.. ಭೂತ ರಾಜರು ಅಂದರೆ ಸಾಕ್ಷಾತ ಪರಶಿವ...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42CzKOJfy5I/TXRuKdUJl-I/AAAAAAAAA-M/R_xSDhkG9uY/s1600/IMG0400A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಯಾಗ ಶಾಲೆ - ಹೋಮ ಹವನಗಳು, ಮದಿವೆ  ಮುಂಜಿಗಳು ನಡಿಯೋ  ಸ್ಥಾನ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2PXeovfJvM/TXRufVS50AI/AAAAAAAAA-k/9FFhZN4JDjc/s1600/IMG0404A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಭಕ್ತರ ಭಕ್ತಿಯ ಬೇಡಿಕೆಯ ಗಂಟುಗಳು...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqVZobnqadE/TXRubaPgdpI/AAAAAAAAA-c/pg8i1QllXtE/s1600/IMG0403A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಮಠದ ಒಂದು ಪ್ರದಕ್ಷಿಣೆ ಹಾಕೋಣ ಬನ್ನಿ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OsAuWpdo8Y/TXRukyL14HI/AAAAAAAAA-s/nHG07ueyvsY/s1600/IMG0408A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XMKYp5zzMxs/TXRups3rYII/AAAAAAAAA-0/jX_IVEuS5_o/s1600/IMG0409A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಾಗ ಬಲಿ ಸ್ಥಾನ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_q8sAZccUO0/TXRuvGBc_PI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1dgX1ViVo1E/s1600/IMG0412A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದ ಒಂದು ಪಕ್ಷಿ ನೋಟ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_WZ2O1Zi9U/TXRtrrEUXtI/AAAAAAAAA9k/72YNLQPLnZo/s1600/IMG0414A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msur4OeWCVs/TXSEby4GEJI/AAAAAAAABB0/fM1j841Iqrk/s1600/IMG0462A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPjysRdUMzs/TXRvMyi5TVI/AAAAAAAAA_c/7x9Uk8iZJgg/s1600/IMG0441A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ಇದೆ ವಾದಿರಾಜರ ಮೂಲ ವೃಂದಾವನ.. ನಮೋನ್ ನಮಃ ಗುರುಗಳೇ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeBJ__jGYJU/TXR8Ibv5pZI/AAAAAAAABBk/HHpHqyvwyMI/s1600/IMG0398A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಶ್ಲೋಕಗಳನ್ನು  ಪಠಸುವಲ್ಲಿ  ನಿರತ  ಮಠದಲ್ಲಿ ಓದುವ ಮಕ್ಕಳು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDUmjuV_YiM/TXRxCHWQziI/AAAAAAAABBU/Fpo3zq7gY0Y/s1600/IMG0500A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9ylfcvZrqc/TXRvqft_vGI/AAAAAAAAA_8/fnS0KLdP5cU/s200/IMG0455A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581208614078495842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದ ಒಂದು ವಳನೋಟ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hc4-8QoQEyo/TXRu4aD-9tI/AAAAAAAAA_E/eTwruJrrFdI/s1600/IMG0423A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಸೌಭಾಗ್ಯವತಿಯರು ಹೂವಿನ ಮಾಲೆಯನ್ನು ಕಟ್ಟುವ ಸೇವೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ತೊಡಗಿರುವರು...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T2ARYWBrRXw/TXRvG4mMZCI/AAAAAAAAA_U/3yUdAQKvJEI/s1600/IMG0438A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ದೇವರ ಉಪಕರಣಗಳನ್ನು ತೊಳೆಯುವದು ಒಂದು ಸೇವೆನೆ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWCkOZk-oEA/TXRvalG4vJI/AAAAAAAAA_s/SOXcNy-uYZo/s1600/IMG0449A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಎಲ್ಲ ಪೂಜೆ ಸೇವೆಯ ನಂತರ ದೇವರ ಪ್ರಸಾದ ಸೇವಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವ ಭಕ್ತಾದಿಗಳು...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJdT58x7Wt0/TXRzIIFLb9I/AAAAAAAABBc/56YaJO7Ld8s/s1600/IMG0444A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECDzkTk2D4I/TXRvklhdIhI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Bgkqh79VuH8/s1600/IMG0456A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಿತ್ಯದ ಕೊನೇಯ ಪೂಜೆ ಭೂತ ಬಲಿ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hcCYqZEbm8/TXRu-_AhC7I/AAAAAAAAA_M/EoN04wCplWE/s1600/IMG0427A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಪ್ರಸಾದ ಚೀಲ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOlOmupa3fg/TXRvUulzPbI/AAAAAAAAA_k/NEUFJ2JjyiY/s1600/IMG0446A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ನಡೆಇರಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ವಾದಿರಾಜರು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತಪಸ್ಸು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮಾಡಿದ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತಪೋವನಕ್ಕೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹೋಗೋಣ&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVQrzk8zeNM/TXRv93dCNEI/AAAAAAAABAU/i_3CaVnmfKo/s1600/IMG0480A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr5SXvpUHwQ/TXRvydo8kYI/AAAAAAAABAE/1o5uEEA9WGg/s1600/IMG0481A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NuBJcbGUrdE/TXRwWv2qSgI/AAAAAAAABAs/ongSZLOmPFM/s1600/IMG0482A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಹೈಗ್ರೀವರ  (ಕುದುರೆ ಕಾಲು) ಹಿಂದಿನ ಪಾದ, ಮುಂದಿನ ಎರಡು ಪಾದಗಳು ವಾದಿರಾಜರ ಹೆಗಲ ಮೇಲಿಟ್ಟು ಅವರು ತಯಾರಿಸಿದ ಹೈಗ್ರೀವವನ್ನು ಸೇವಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು ಎನ್ನಲಾಗಿದೆ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRNh7zjmx78/TXRv4dTyFAI/AAAAAAAABAM/9qg3PjmQ-YE/s1600/IMG0483A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಇಲ್ಲಿ ವಾದಿರಾಜರು ಹುರಣವನ್ನು ರುಬ್ಬುತ್ತಿದ್ದರಂತೆ, ದೇವರಿಗೆ ನೈವೈದ್ಯ ಮಾಡಲು...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXptFwi0q04/TXRwEQk1hFI/AAAAAAAABAc/pgxKGpj9LVg/s1600/IMG0484A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಸಿರಸಿ ಮಾರಿಕ್ಮ್ಬ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದ ಒಂದು ನೋಟ.. ವಳಗಡೆ ದೇವಿಯ ಫೋಟೋ ತೆಗೆಯುವಂತಿಲ್ಲ... :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z16I-GX9Dcg/TXRw5D3HZsI/AAAAAAAABBM/iDoeXXvNJVM/s1600/IMG0467A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ಸ್ವರ್ಣವಲ್ಲಿ ಮಠದ ವಳಾಂಗಣ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-734-IkXAcBU/TXRwer25qYI/AAAAAAAABA0/YheGOCAOkQo/s1600/IMG0489A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಸ್ವರ್ಣವಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮಠದ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಧ್ಯಾನ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮಂದಿರ&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNzGdWDRuh8/TXRwk-vnt-I/AAAAAAAABA8/bj9QoF-APd4/s1600/IMG0488A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಹುಲೇಕಲ್&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ವ್ಯಸರಾಯರ&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;ವೃಂದಾವನ&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-It9rsbYitb4/TXRwK7CbBII/AAAAAAAABAk/MHDNGMrPWcg/s1600/IMG0474A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ಕೊನೇಯದಾಗಿ ಸಹಸ್ರಲಿಂಗದ ದರ್ಶನವೂ ಆಯಿತು ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-po8pfof4UKM/TXRwttCYL2I/AAAAAAAABBE/Mp4S4dtalVQ/s1600/IMG0495A.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಸ್ಥಳಕ್ಕೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹೋದ&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;ಮೈಮನಸುಗಳೇ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಧನ್ಯ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ಆದರೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ವಮ್ಮೆ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಆದರು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹೋಗಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಬನ್ನಿ&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span&gt;ಅಲ್ಲಿಯ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಪವಿತ್ರತೆಯನ್ನು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನಿಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತುಂಬಿಕೊಳ್ಳಿ&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span&gt;ಮಾನವ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಜನ್ಮವನ್ನು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಸಾರ್ಥಕ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳಿ&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನನು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮೇಲಿಂದ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮೇಲೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತಮ್ಮ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ದರುಶನ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಭಾಗ್ಯ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಕೊಡಲಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಎ೦ದು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಗುರುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನನ್ನ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಪ್ರಾರ್ಥನೆ&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span&gt;ಈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಬ್ಲಾಗ್&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮೂಲಕ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನೋಡೋ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಜನರಿಗೂ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ದರುಶನ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಭಾಗ್ಯ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹಾಗು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಗುರುಗಳ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಆಶೀರ್ವಾದ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಲಭಿಸಲಿ&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;- ಹರಿ&lt;/span&gt; ಓಂ -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-154571971271005122?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, to my serendipity a friend of mine made me realize&lt;br /&gt;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... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a known devil than with unknown angel&lt;/span&gt;.  But sometimes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fact is stranger than fiction, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't &lt;/span&gt;- Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem! what are your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expiry dates&lt;/span&gt; in your life? 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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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Welcoming Entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6cZq9GbNtI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nw8QhyVvSC0/s1600-h/mi.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Exterior of the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6cZhSUykbI/AAAAAAAAAug/t0NZ7N5gdbU/s1600-h/mm.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6cIznJxr8I/AAAAAAAAAuY/NNt0rotPPbk/s1600-h/lost+child.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For shop-o-holics its the right place.. everything under one roof... rush in there now...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For more information about the mall click &lt;a href="http://http//images.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://www.indiaretailing.com/upload/newsimage/MantriMall1.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.indiaretailing.com/news.aspx%3Ftopic%3D1%26Id%3D4398&amp;amp;usg=__eEaHPoQQBhCLnhEmD7eCaZsPrDo=&amp;amp;h=203&amp;amp;w=225&amp;amp;sz=24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=BQ6qktJaukDGhM:&amp;amp;tbnh=97&amp;amp;tbnw=108&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmantri%2Bmall%2Bin%2Bbangalore%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Shopping... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6b9CuO6RII/AAAAAAAAAuA/QcKeiIVVh-s/s1600-h/mi.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6b89l1rD5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/nwsyB1uAZ4Q/s1600-h/mm.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s18poorni" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-977333212916208511?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/977333212916208511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=977333212916208511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/977333212916208511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/977333212916208511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-child.html' title='The Lost Child!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S6cZq9GbNtI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nw8QhyVvSC0/s72-c/mi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-8614557041594830116</id><published>2010-03-01T10:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:44:56.445+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hurray Hurray its Hol(y)i  Hol(y)i  Day...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HOLI - Celebrated in India in commemoration for different reasons. There are different stories attached behind this fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its said that Holi is celebrated to pay tribute to the pure and unconditional Love of Lord Radha and Krishna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Krishna playing colors with Gopikas ( His girl friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8zol0tmI/AAAAAAAAAsg/3CyufdnAhuA/s1600-h/holifeastival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443511432374433378" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8zol0tmI/AAAAAAAAAsg/3CyufdnAhuA/s200/holifeastival.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 118px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord Shiva with Nandi ( Bull - His mode of transportation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tGyK_VDAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/YERd_af44BI/s1600-h/senhor-shiva-om-namah-shivaya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;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;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bonfire symbolizes Kama Dahan and also Holika Dahan, Which is observed on the previous day of the fest!&lt;/div&gt;Bonfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tEEjXhbWI/AAAAAAAAAso/TyYg00shykk/s1600-h/holika+dahan.jpg"&gt;&lt;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;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bhang (Intoxicating drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tFctp8r-I/AAAAAAAAAs4/gKToqtGBoX0/s1600-h/2413-Bhang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443520934201569250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tFctp8r-I/AAAAAAAAAs4/gKToqtGBoX0/s200/2413-Bhang.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 174px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Demon Hiranyakashupu, Prahalda and Lord Vishnu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tFYZSzM3I/AAAAAAAAAsw/1iMURxN0QIE/s1600-h/hiranyakashipu_prahlad_vishnu.jpg"&gt;&lt;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;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;astra&lt;/i&gt; nor &lt;i&gt;shastra&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4tNrBT6GQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/LqG5WxwYINo/s1600-h/Lord+Narsimha.jpg"&gt;&lt;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;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dancing after drinking bhang..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8wuSb--I/AAAAAAAAAsY/hCcLkczGCug/s1600-h/holi_credit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443511382364126178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8wuSb--I/AAAAAAAAAsY/hCcLkczGCug/s200/holi_credit.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 132px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8ptfrKXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/VDrkG9TWats/s1600-h/holi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443511261892127090" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8ptfrKXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/VDrkG9TWats/s200/holi1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 173px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone is overjoyed with patching colors on their friends... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8lKVQgDI/AAAAAAAAAsA/t-Y0bmpp77k/s1600-h/ho17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443511183733719090" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8lKVQgDI/AAAAAAAAAsA/t-Y0bmpp77k/s200/ho17.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 162px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8s6GscdI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MypBWtDAU6A/s1600-h/holi-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;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;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Happy Holi People... Holi Hai!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Source: Mixture of my thoughts and some from internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-8614557041594830116?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8614557041594830116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=8614557041594830116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8614557041594830116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8614557041594830116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-holi.html' title='Hurray Hurray its Hol(y)i  Hol(y)i  Day...!!!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4s8zol0tmI/AAAAAAAAAsg/3CyufdnAhuA/s72-c/holifeastival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-3410356117078138999</id><published>2010-02-19T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:24:34.061+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some old provisions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vRnsZO2I/AAAAAAAAAqs/xiZa_B5bdxg/s200/Hero+Pen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837379669605218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bril Ink, Camel and also Chelpark was there I remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34uq30VePI/AAAAAAAAApc/Oo5xk5-xZZg/s1600-h/Bril+Ink.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ball Point Pen.. Still we use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34uv9nLuxI/AAAAAAAAApk/71_wwvOekUQ/s1600-h/Ball+Point+Pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34uv9nLuxI/AAAAAAAAApk/71_wwvOekUQ/s200/Ball+Point+Pen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439836801437776658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Geometry Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vKWgrQDI/AAAAAAAAAqc/q1TY7BRFNsc/s1600-h/Geomentry+Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vKWgrQDI/AAAAAAAAAqc/q1TY7BRFNsc/s200/Geomentry+Box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837254797967410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nataraj Pencils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vYC_KBWI/AAAAAAAAAq8/DENoKKH59HQ/s1600-h/Natraj+Pencils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vYC_KBWI/AAAAAAAAAq8/DENoKKH59HQ/s200/Natraj+Pencils.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837490075272546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camel Gum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34u7MLc-LI/AAAAAAAAAp8/4lTt-GPNS9E/s1600-h/Camel+gum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34u7MLc-LI/AAAAAAAAAp8/4lTt-GPNS9E/s200/Camel+gum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439836994326558898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Sports Shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vhQd_r4I/AAAAAAAAArU/kN15cAqhzy4/s1600-h/Sports+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vhQd_r4I/AAAAAAAAArU/kN15cAqhzy4/s200/Sports+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837648313102210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stamps.. which was a common hobby among almost all kids then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vkiXtGVI/AAAAAAAAArc/aZLQd9vDYic/s1600-h/Stamps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vkiXtGVI/AAAAAAAAArc/aZLQd9vDYic/s200/Stamps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837704658164050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Post Card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vbPm9m0I/AAAAAAAAArE/dDlcH25h8w8/s1600-h/Post+Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vbPm9m0I/AAAAAAAAArE/dDlcH25h8w8/s200/Post+Card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837545003064130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inland Letter! Hardly anyone uses all these now.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vVBn2BPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/FybwPsjlcLY/s1600-h/Inland+Letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vVBn2BPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/FybwPsjlcLY/s200/Inland+Letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837438169449714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow! Bubble Gum... what a strawberry flavor its still fresh in my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34u3dyeBJI/AAAAAAAAAp0/nMnfNSjqKEM/s1600-h/Bubble+Gum.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34u3dyeBJI/AAAAAAAAAp0/nMnfNSjqKEM/s200/Bubble+Gum.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439836930334131346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cold Drink most famous apart from Thumps Up... was Gold Spot the zing thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vN139m2I/AAAAAAAAAqk/w4wWFX0MZGg/s1600-h/Gold+Spot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vN139m2I/AAAAAAAAAqk/w4wWFX0MZGg/s200/Gold+Spot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837314756746082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I still remember this dialing Telephone... how exciting it was then to own one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vo9ww6EI/AAAAAAAAArk/U0pAtYihL_Y/s1600-h/Telephone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vo9ww6EI/AAAAAAAAArk/U0pAtYihL_Y/s200/Telephone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837780730505282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Floppy Disk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vFxz9UAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/0Fq9gTNpo2I/s1600-h/Floppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vFxz9UAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/0Fq9gTNpo2I/s200/Floppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837176227254274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film Camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vCtaGs3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/aLM9R1NU6qs/s1600-h/Film+Camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vCtaGs3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/aLM9R1NU6qs/s200/Film+Camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837123505468274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Film Rolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34u-x0PgyI/AAAAAAAAAqE/50V8EpAdAHY/s1600-h/Fil+Roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34u-x0PgyI/AAAAAAAAAqE/50V8EpAdAHY/s200/Fil+Roll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837055969362722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Audio Cassette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34uzsonutI/AAAAAAAAAps/GP8bE_MvLmo/s1600-h/Audio+Casettes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34uzsonutI/AAAAAAAAAps/GP8bE_MvLmo/s200/Audio+Casettes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439836865599879890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Cassette!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vr0Ft1iI/AAAAAAAAArs/_BJpreQvs_Q/s1600-h/Video+Cassettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vr0Ft1iI/AAAAAAAAArs/_BJpreQvs_Q/s200/Video+Cassettes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837829673637410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Pick Up! wow what a fun it was with all friends taking a ride on it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34veEGQfXI/AAAAAAAAArM/NThIPrtL9FY/s1600-h/School+Pickup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34veEGQfXI/AAAAAAAAArM/NThIPrtL9FY/s200/School+Pickup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439837593452707186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still miss all those wonderful Days!...... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s18poorni" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-3410356117078138999?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3410356117078138999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=3410356117078138999' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3410356117078138999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3410356117078138999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-old-provisions.html' title='Some old provisions...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S34vRnsZO2I/AAAAAAAAAqs/xiZa_B5bdxg/s72-c/Hero+Pen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-9048749165534755590</id><published>2010-02-09T09:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:12:34.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;"Life is a Pre-recorded cassette, so just play it and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked it when I heard it today moring on FM by a local film star Upendra.. which he recalls said by one of his friends. You never know what inspires you said by whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-9048749165534755590?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/9048749165534755590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=9048749165534755590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/9048749165534755590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/9048749165534755590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-pre-recorded-cassette-so-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-6833167867934802184</id><published>2010-02-05T10:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:55:22.687+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My first Fiction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;Planning to write a story... I donno when.. but its going to be my first fiction... based on real story. Am working on it... hope it will be soon published on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hook up to my blog friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-6833167867934802184?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6833167867934802184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=6833167867934802184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/6833167867934802184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/6833167867934802184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-first-fiction.html' title='My first Fiction!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-5778150126025489359</id><published>2010-02-03T10:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:17:31.149+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I fathom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;It just crossed my mind that am coming across people/thing whom I have got attached some good old memories of mine... strange... but true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance recently i happened to befriend with those whose name reminds me about my first watch.. when my dad got for me when i was in school....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is my Guru's name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am befriending with those who are in that profession which I wanted to perceive.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately I met none of them.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really not able to believe myself.. and  comprehend that I have become cold now for any excitement like this...  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its so sad to feel so callous for anything which one needs to be galvanized about! ... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s18poorni" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-5778150126025489359?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5778150126025489359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=5778150126025489359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5778150126025489359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5778150126025489359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-fathom.html' title='I fathom!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4452713789719719897</id><published>2010-02-02T14:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:46:44.382+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Mint Condition..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;Yeah.. talking to people who are quite popular here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, RJs, a TV star.. hmm.. they all seem amazing guys to talk to.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuition: Feeling good... sometimes its good to talk to people whom you never knew.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-4452713789719719897?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4452713789719719897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=4452713789719719897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4452713789719719897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4452713789719719897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-mint-condition.html' title='In Mint Condition..!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-3129902482316767544</id><published>2010-01-26T16:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:40:15.012+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Fell In Love With "Her " Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is 61 year old, if you just turn that digits the other way round she sounds not less than a 16 year old girl...still have the same charm, enthu , beauty, glamor and what not. She is loving, caring and majestic. I once again fell in Love with all her radiant colors, her moods and her sympathy towards humans, her toleration et al.. no one can just beat her in beauty as well as her revolt. Yes my populace.... its none other than "My Mother India". We can call it as "World at one place".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17h0yfMpZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/n5r1U0D2RDk/s1600-h/india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17h0yfMpZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/n5r1U0D2RDk/s200/india.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431026497677469074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I would have been in Delhi on this auspicious day, that is 26th January. My tears slowly but surely stabbed down from my eyes with lots of Love and Pride. Felt fortunate enough to be born on this land of duty and dignity the one and only Incredible INDIA!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really drove my adrenaline rush when saw the soliders marching forward in that piercing cold weather. Yes because of the sacrifices of these brave soldiers we have our sound sleep and sweet dreams... my thankful salutes to all these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17eFJwCmXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/F5d6s3rdhDY/s1600-h/india-republic-day-2010-1-1-3-40-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17eFJwCmXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/F5d6s3rdhDY/s200/india-republic-day-2010-1-1-3-40-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431022380753525106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17b6LTOELI/AAAAAAAAAnY/vJZUCnYKJrY/s1600-h/puja32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17b6LTOELI/AAAAAAAAAnY/vJZUCnYKJrY/s200/puja32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431019993167696050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17cR5p-wZI/AAAAAAAAAno/Dxt7OBNnzSw/s1600-h/rp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17cR5p-wZI/AAAAAAAAAno/Dxt7OBNnzSw/s200/rp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431020400748183954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was watching the Republic Day Celebration at Rajghat, along Vijaypath in Delhi, just could not help getting  goose bumps by hearing the heroic stories of the martyr soldiers  who won "Ashok Chakra" and also some "National Bravery Award" winner kids too... felt so touched.... hats off to those brave hearted guys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17cLdWp64I/AAAAAAAAAng/fEN15Z9LBLA/s1600-h/M_Id_62020_bravery_awards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17cLdWp64I/AAAAAAAAAng/fEN15Z9LBLA/s200/M_Id_62020_bravery_awards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431020290071718786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tableaux were fantastic way of reflecting our Indian culture and rich heritage... "Unity in Diversity"... all the different regiments, the Army, Navy and Air Force shows, parades... all made feel proud that India has so much to safeguard its wealth. Wealth not only means to enjoy for self, its also meant to share and distribute its richness may be in terms of sharing our values with the whole world out there. Really one makes feel proud that we have so much to offer to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17bzHAd1zI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-_8CUBETGVE/s1600-h/2006012712290101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17bzHAd1zI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-_8CUBETGVE/s200/2006012712290101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431019871756212018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17cbwWbrAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/KTxAPeUBT9U/s1600-h/jan26b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17cbwWbrAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/KTxAPeUBT9U/s200/jan26b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431020570048965634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17bgTR7zTI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4RPCCG3y0Fo/s1600-h/0123563750085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17bgTR7zTI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4RPCCG3y0Fo/s200/0123563750085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431019548633189682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We Indians should safeguard all our cultural heritage and carry forward to the next coming generations together. Lets conserve all our natural resources, give clean and safe environment to our offsprings. Help the needy and spend time with the less fortunate, physically and mentally challenged people. At least give back something good to the society from which we enjoy so much, its our duty to give back.. lets promise on this occasion that we will do our best to make this a better place. Hope am not getting too much here... ahem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India, is a country of peace... lets not make her into pieces... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Very proud to say that we are having the most young/ youth population in the world. Lets make good out of our young energy and make a positive difference to India and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our National Flag unfurl for all the prosperity and peace in the country and in the entire world... thats what we pray in sanskrit... "Loka Samastha Sukhino Bhavantu" meaning Let the whole world be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets say Vande Mataram!&lt;br /&gt;Vande Mataram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17eJBvwpSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/WVZHqgMFvVg/s1600-h/Republic_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17eJBvwpSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/WVZHqgMFvVg/s200/Republic_Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431022447324341538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jai Hind!&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/3344600101430069578-3129902482316767544?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3129902482316767544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=3129902482316767544' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3129902482316767544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3129902482316767544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-fell-in-love-with-her-again.html' title='I Fell In Love With &quot;Her &quot; Again!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S17h0yfMpZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/n5r1U0D2RDk/s72-c/india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4630888365958493445</id><published>2010-01-21T16:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:05:37.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour, mes amis!</title><content type='html'>Hey I just found out from my colleague's blog that today is "World  Hug Day"!!! and yes I admit that am inspired by her to thank and Hugg people I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sowmya and big Hugggg to you there... for inspiring me to dedicate my Hugggss to my near and dear ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its usually  for Peace and Communal Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being from a traditional and conserved background I feel awkward to hug my loved ones publicly, and am really sad about it... :( but am not anymore.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this post I would really like to Hug them all who made a mark in my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S1g7awu2-0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/Z03NcoLFIoY/s1600-h/bear_hug_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S1g7awu2-0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/Z03NcoLFIoY/s200/bear_hug_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429154681739213634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course Amma(Mom)&lt;br /&gt;For all your caring and all that unconditional love... here is my Huggg for you amma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I miss Daddy&lt;br /&gt;For all your support in my pleasure and pain... and being there for me when i needed you.... my warm Huggg to you Daddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teasing Brother!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all your useful information you shared with me and helped me in making my own decisions...  I wish you all the very best for your best and bright future... a cute Hugggg for you bro...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and emotional Husband!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chiki for all your Love and affection and support.... thanks for being my punch bag.. I love you...muuua... My adorable Huggg to you dear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S1g7fQN9W4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/xASrc2Rlatg/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S1g7fQN9W4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/xASrc2Rlatg/s200/A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429154758910630786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bhavana&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there .. no matter how worse my life was... You are such a darling friend that i can ever have. You are the best thing that happened to me... A sweet Hugg for you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandhya&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sandy you are so special to me, I never realized that you could be such a lovely friend to me in my bad times thats real friend... Hey no one can replace you there.... your calls from US just for me... I love that. That support that warmness that comfortness I share with you... is just irreplaceable... Thanks to you too.. a special Huggg to you darling!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asha&lt;br /&gt;You are my childhood favourite friend. Am so glad to have you till now. You are so supportive and encouraging!!! a lovely Huggggg to you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashwini&lt;br /&gt;You too my sweetheart.. how lovely were those days when we both used to be always together in our preschool.. :) i really miss that.. and thanks for being in touch and supportive and motivating me... and making me feel strong.. Love you Ashi... lovely Huggg to you.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rama Akka&lt;br /&gt;My sweet cousin.... I just love her.. she is one of my favorite cousins... Sweet Huggg to you akka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;Lovely friend... I like your that dimple smile.. keep it that way always... a Huggg for you... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those talks and calls.. you are lovely too I can ever forget...  i love your photography knack and the way you see things through your camera lens and you are just too cool in that... A warm Huggg to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S1g7kEAtrmI/AAAAAAAAAmE/IbLheXm4ySs/s1600-h/cat.hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S1g7kEAtrmI/AAAAAAAAAmE/IbLheXm4ySs/s200/cat.hug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429154841533197922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally my pets whom I call Sony/Sonpari ( My Cat) and  Late sweet Tomy  [My Late Dog.. I wish i could Hugg you sweetheart.. :X( ]&lt;br /&gt;Lovely and adorable  cute cute Huggss to my cats and its kittens and cute dogs .. for making me happy and keeping alive that little child and innocence in me. You guys are the most precious asset to teach me how to care and love unconditionally for sure. Yes I know am crazy for them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here goes the other explanation apart from my personal feelings... that I collected from internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="body"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;This Thursday, wherever in the world you happen to be, look out for smiling extraverts standing in town centres displaying a 'Free Hugs' notice. Then shed your inhibitions, and go up and give them a warm embrace, for Thursday the 21st is universally recognised as 'World Hugging Day'. The movement started in 1986 when a Michigan vicar, the Rev Kevin Zaborney, was feeling a trifle low and in desperate need of human sympathy and support.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, risking the ridicule of passers-by, he went into the local square wearing a 'Free Hugs' sign. The response to this strange offer was so wholehearted, and widely publicised, that the event quickly spread around the world. In Australia, a man known only by the pseudonym 'Juan Mann', was feeling depressed and lonely following a sequence of personal problems. He went to a party, feeling particularly dejected and forlorn, and a complete stranger sensing his mood, came up to him and gave him a consoling hug. 'I felt like a king!,' he later recalled 'It was the greatest thing that ever happened.' The effect was so dramatic, that he took up his place in the central mall in Sydney and, like the Rev Zaborney, invited strangers to give him a hug. Most people thought him a complete nutter, but after fifteen minutes an elderly lady plucked up courage and gave him an embrace. Over the next few weeks more and more people responded to his 'Free Hugs' invitation. This caused such a stir that the police tried to bring his activities to a halt. They told him that he must quit his pitch unless he took out costly public liability insurance in case he was sued for indecent assault. This was a groundless argument, for hugs can never be considered a form of sexual harassment when they're freely shared by consenting adults.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The truth is that we live in a repressed society, which has still not freed itself from the prison of puritanical prudery. Friendly hugs are not to be confused with petting and cuddling. They're a form of social signalling which can be used to express delight at meeting an old friend, or to console someone who's been bereaved. At other times they're exchanged as a sign of shared joy. I well remember the spontaneous celebrations which took place when peace was declared at the end of the Second World War. On VE Day, and VJ Day, vast crowds gathered together to sing and dance. Totally strangers embraced one another, not with erotic intent, but out of unadulterated joy. For a brief while we shed our aloofness and revelled in the fact that we were all part of one united, happy community.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hugging is far too good to be left to bears and other close knit social animals. Studies show that it offers human beings profound psychosocial benefits. It also triggers beneficial physiological changes, including a lowering of blood pressure and an increase in the circulatory levels of the relaxing 'cuddle' hormone oxytocin. So let's shed our inhibitions and make the most of this bonding exercise, not just on World Hugging Day, but throughout the entire year. You can't have too much of a good thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want to know more about the benefits of hugging visit Amazon and get a second hand copy of &lt;i&gt;The Hug Therapy Book &lt;/i&gt;(1994) by Kathleen Keating. Or maybe, if you've got the courage, set out to be a catalyst for change and go into the local market place yourself displaying a recognisable 'Free Hugs' sign. Since this website is now being read around the globe, the sign should read 'Libere los abrazos' in Spanish speaking countries. In Germany it's: 'Geben Sie Umarmurgen Frei'; and in France: 'Liberez les entreintes'. Since I'm no linguist, I've obtained these phrases by using the excellent, free translation service offered by Yahoo Babel Fish.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So pass your hugs to your loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-4630888365958493445?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4630888365958493445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=4630888365958493445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4630888365958493445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4630888365958493445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/01/bonjour-mes-amis.html' title='Bonjour, mes amis!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S1g7awu2-0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/Z03NcoLFIoY/s72-c/bear_hug_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1829592986455305829</id><published>2010-01-21T10:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:28:11.851+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its already been four years now... what all we had been through together...huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to have better days ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels time just rolls down so quickly... and many times it seems to be frozen for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1829592986455305829?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1829592986455305829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1829592986455305829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1829592986455305829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1829592986455305829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-already-four-years-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1816694778015976750</id><published>2010-01-12T12:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:35:17.069+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My name is Po...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had just cut short my name from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poornima&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Po&lt;/span&gt;. Someone just pinged me and said that my short name reminds him about a Psychiatrist and an International Author De bono. That guy coined the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Po&lt;/span&gt; and this guy who pinged me gave me the eitmology of this word.... :P So go ahead and read it... its interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Po&lt;/span&gt;: Beyond Yes and No is the basic primer of a revolutionary way of thinking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward de Bono&lt;/span&gt; maintains that most of us are trapped within the rigid confines of traditional thinking, limited by concepts which have developed simply for the purpose of arriving at the 'right' answer. While humanity has advanced technologically, in the realm of ideas and thought processes we are, he says, still using the restricted and the restricting concepts that have always been used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Po&lt;/span&gt; as a device for changing our ways of thinking: a method for approaching problems in a new and more creative way. It is the product of a research scientist who notably - and very entertainingly - thinks for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it is sufficient&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1816694778015976750?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1816694778015976750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1816694778015976750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1816694778015976750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1816694778015976750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-name-is-po.html' title='My name is Po...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-6051817135464521525</id><published>2010-01-02T16:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:49:52.756+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poems'/><title type='text'>जिए कैसे बंदा ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;जिन्दा कैसे रहे बंदा?&lt;br /&gt;जब जिंदगी बनरहा फ़ासी का फंदा |&lt;br /&gt;विशवास की चट्टान का टूट सा जाना | ऐसे ;&lt;br /&gt;अब मुश्किल हैं उन टुकड़ों का वापस समेट्पाना | फिरसे ||&lt;br /&gt;दिल इतना टूट गया जिसका,&lt;br /&gt;की जैसे सबसे नाता छुट सा गया उसका |&lt;br /&gt;सारे जज़्बात बेह्गाये | ऐसे ;&lt;br /&gt;खौलता  हुआ लावा चट्टान से निकला हो जैसे |&lt;br /&gt;ए जज़्बात कैसे होंगे फिर से जिन्दा ?&lt;br /&gt;जब खुद होगया वो बर्फ की तरह ठंडा |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ऐसे में क्या करें वो&amp;nbsp; बंदा ?&lt;/div&gt;जिसकी आँखें हो गए हो अँधा |&lt;br /&gt;क्या वो कभी उड़ पायेगा बनके परिंदा ?&lt;br /&gt;या बन जायेगा किसी शिकारी का शिकंजा?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- पूर्णिमा&lt;br /&gt;१६/४/२००५ ; १२.१० पम&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-6051817135464521525?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6051817135464521525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=6051817135464521525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/6051817135464521525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/6051817135464521525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='जिए कैसे बंदा ?'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-8374281757012084357</id><published>2009-12-30T14:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:06:24.279+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Certain things never change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently i had been to my hometown and i was really happy to see the same people around whom I am seeing more than a decade. Am glad that they have not changed. I feel like am on cloud number nine when am there. Its so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Yellavva our maid, am sorry i do not want to call her as my maid at all. She is as  good as one of our family members. She is been helping us since more than a decade. You can just leave your house in her custody and find everything in place. The word faithful fails to explain her.  I really run short to talk about her. She is nearly 65  and so active that even youngsters should be ashamed about themselves. She is so over active, she climbs tree, jumps compound walls and what not. She always walks miles together barefooted irrespective of any season. You can't even find a single gray hair and loss of tooth, she has good eye sight and hearing as well. Also knows so many home remedies for illness, takes care of our small garden without  we being asking her.  She is strong and tough like a stone. Touch wood she should be fit and fine for years to come. Its really hard to find a person like her to help us in these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsV03ApbnI/AAAAAAAAAks/WEkk-mmcvX4/s1600-h/SP_A1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsV03ApbnI/AAAAAAAAAks/WEkk-mmcvX4/s200/SP_A1552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420950574334570098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She do not feel hesitated to ask tea whenever she feels like having. She calls my dad as her brother and he prepares tea for both of them many times. As my dad is teao-holic.. so my mom is tired of preparing tea for him... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is also a great believer in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsWHp2zpVI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QCVwr4ADTf4/s1600-h/SP_A1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsWHp2zpVI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QCVwr4ADTf4/s200/SP_A1557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420950897221150034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The puffed rice vendor, he is giving us the puffed rice more than a decade only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsVrVmCtuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5usJs3e1URM/s1600-h/SP_A1434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsVrVmCtuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5usJs3e1URM/s200/SP_A1434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420950410745788130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The vegetable vendor, she even blessed me for my prosperity... how sweet of her. How many of them in metros will we can see vendors like this? I really feel good when I see all of them whenever i go there. They feel that they are seeing their daughter. Its really a nice feeling for me.. am obliged.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both of them are enjoying their pan, which they keep on chewing as and when they get time in between their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsWWiARcvI/AAAAAAAAAlU/MNjCgvNwQJI/s1600-h/SP_A1562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsWWiARcvI/AAAAAAAAAlU/MNjCgvNwQJI/s200/SP_A1562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420951152811406066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She selects the good chillies for us and gives the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsWRIBcDAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/v-ZrKX2p5W8/s1600-h/SP_A1561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsWRIBcDAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/v-ZrKX2p5W8/s200/SP_A1561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420951059937627138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Akkamma, a maid lives her life by herself. I was surprised to see a mobile set in her hand and  just took a pix of her when she was busy talking to someone. This one really depicts the changes happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsV6srr9eI/AAAAAAAAAk0/JnoQIqrdNwQ/s1600-h/SP_A1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsV6srr9eI/AAAAAAAAAk0/JnoQIqrdNwQ/s200/SP_A1553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420950674641516002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It feels good to see certain things change and few remains the same. I know change is way of life.. So is  Akkamma evidence here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life in metros is crazy.. no one is even bothered to ask their neighbors how they are doing.. :( I hope the people at least in small town should never ever change...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-8374281757012084357?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8374281757012084357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=8374281757012084357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8374281757012084357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8374281757012084357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/certain-things-never-change.html' title='Certain things never change'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SzsV03ApbnI/AAAAAAAAAks/WEkk-mmcvX4/s72-c/SP_A1552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-8857477946425517841</id><published>2009-12-18T13:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:35:47.142+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Work huh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The software tools I work on are down, and am jobless since last Friday... and will be going on leave for a week or more... :( am afraid that I may have to be jobless.... eeww! I'm tired and sick of playing Farm Ville, FishVille and Cafe World my facebook.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I should start believing that "whatever happens happens for the best".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vacation and Merry Christmas!!! to all my readers... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-8857477946425517841?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8857477946425517841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=8857477946425517841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8857477946425517841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8857477946425517841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-work-huh.html' title='No Work huh!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4629542435829983730</id><published>2009-12-16T16:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:42:30.339+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fighting back against sex slavery....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;Its very sad to know this fact. Really appreciate the aggressiveness of this lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunitha Krishnan has dedicated her life to rescuing women and children from sex slavery, a multimilion-dollar global market. In this courageous talk, she tells three powerful stories, as well as her own, and calls for a more humane approach to helping these young victims rebuild their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/sunitha_krishnan_tedindia.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the complete story from Sunitha Krishnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-4629542435829983730?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4629542435829983730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=4629542435829983730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4629542435829983730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4629542435829983730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/fighting-back-for-their-survial.html' title='Fighting back against sex slavery....'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-3799395768617400390</id><published>2009-12-14T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:56:00.997+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Poignant Ping... :'(</title><content type='html'>Suddenly one fine Morning He pings Her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyX25pIcCNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BLoPzcPTeBE/s1600-h/man_w_computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyX25pIcCNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BLoPzcPTeBE/s200/man_w_computer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415005597137111250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He: Hey&lt;br /&gt;She: Hi, seeing after a long time&lt;br /&gt;He: My wife saw your baby message&lt;br /&gt;She: Oh!&lt;br /&gt;He: She was asking me why you call me baby&lt;br /&gt;She: What did you say to her&lt;br /&gt;He: I had to convince her that you are my  good friend&lt;br /&gt;She: I did not do anything to spoil your relationship, you know that ha!&lt;br /&gt;He: she is very possessive about me&lt;br /&gt;She: Yes, i can understand her feelings&lt;br /&gt;He: Am sorry I have to block you for sometime&lt;br /&gt;She: ... what? what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;He: nothing&lt;br /&gt;She: You know me right?&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes re...&lt;br /&gt;She: Am sorry if anything might have bothered you&lt;br /&gt;He: Why are you worried?&lt;br /&gt;She: Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;He: ok catch you later bye&lt;br /&gt;She: Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyX1o4UTHSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZgrUZBmrJgo/s1600-h/extra-marital-affairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyX1o4UTHSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZgrUZBmrJgo/s200/extra-marital-affairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415004209643986210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyX2PtdHUrI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wKoeR00xLp8/s1600-h/42-19010508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyX2PtdHUrI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wKoeR00xLp8/s200/42-19010508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415004876743070386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later she remembers the days He used to call her and talk anything and everything under the sun. Now that She and He are married to someone else... its creating sticky situations. It was always Him who used to take initiative in talking She always tried kind of guiding Him in the right path. But unfortunately finally when She too fell in Love with Him, and now that He is dodging Her.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corollary: Extra Connubial Concern!.. ahem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its happening habitually now.. I wonder why... why people why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOO....Li... Li.....Life is Crazy...ssss ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s18poorni" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-3799395768617400390?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3799395768617400390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=3799395768617400390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3799395768617400390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3799395768617400390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/poignant-ping.html' title='Poignant Ping... :&apos;('/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyX25pIcCNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BLoPzcPTeBE/s72-c/man_w_computer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-7539744597968146812</id><published>2009-12-14T09:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:50:54.217+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyable Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Friday evening itself I started to chalk out my work. I told him to take me to bank first to get my accounts transferred to the new branch near my house for the convenience of my transactions. And he did, after so many rounds to the bank I finally got my work done. Suddenly to my surprise I happened to see the familiar face who was filling out some voucher there. I told him hey! doesn't that the girl looks like "Poorvi" ?( Charter name in a Kannada serial called "Muttina Torana") we  see her almost 5 days in a week in one of the daily soaps... he suddenly said yes! its her... But I was bit confused as she looked bit hefty on the Television, but he asked me to wait to finish her work. She happens to be one of my favorite characters in that Kannada serial! Mom always tells me that look Poorni (me) has come, whenever Poorvi's segment would come. She believes that I relate  quite a bit to Poorvi's character. Ahem! now am not gonna reveal what are the characteristics of Poorvi... and don't want to let everyone know me so candidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After waiting for quite a few minutes he directly went to her, whereas I was hesitating to talk to her initially. When he started to talk then I took over and did not allow him to talk at all... :) She too was glad to talk to us.. she looked as beautiful as she looks on the small screen. Pretty  clean and spotless face i liked her! Here is her Pix I took with her permission. I forgot to ask her real name eew! I was so much immersed in Poorvi's role that I was calling her with the same name.! How stupid of me.. :( But actually she seemed to be quite contrast to her role.. obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyXCtgShlcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/3hDgp5QaXcA/s1600-h/SP_A1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyXCtgShlcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/3hDgp5QaXcA/s200/SP_A1430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414948214000424386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Poorvi for you from "Muttina Torana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also told that My mom likes her role and her a lot.. she was joyed to hear that, finally we wished her and left the Bank with great joy! I know its not a great thing happened with me, you can spot plenty of small screen actors in the place I live. But, its nice feeling if you see your favorite actors and talk to them, click pictures with them.. its all fun to me at least... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after coming out of the Bank I could not wait to ring up my mom to share the joy with her. So I did call to my parents and did it, they too seemed happy and asked to get the pictures next time I visit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that he turned his bike towards a theatre to watch the latest movie " Maleyali Joteyali" ( English Version for Non Kannadigas-- "Together in Rain" ) starring Ganesh - a popular Kannada movie actor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyXDmGvdFwI/AAAAAAAAAj4/k_6XIzBltz0/s1600-h/Maleyali-Joteyali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyXDmGvdFwI/AAAAAAAAAj4/k_6XIzBltz0/s200/Maleyali-Joteyali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414949186394986242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyXDpeDNOZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/W-wCQ1CJCuE/s1600-h/Maleyali-Joteyali9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyXDpeDNOZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/W-wCQ1CJCuE/s200/Maleyali-Joteyali9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414949244191455634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Movie Posters of "Maleyali Joteyali"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unfortunately it was sad and disappointing to me.. :(  but the fun part is that he got the tickets in black because all were sold out as it had released the day before. After sometime he looked at his tickets and found three instead of two! we were thinking for sometime to what to do with that extra ticket, he tried to resell it to a lady who was  still selling in black. For the first time I saw a lady selling tickets in Black outside any theater... she heatedly refused to take it. Then he tried his luck with another guy selling the tickets there. It worked! and we were in profit!!! yeah good job there!!! that was really fun! I told him that in this recession season we can take up this business of selling tickets in Black... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! one thing I forgot to mention that it was an "Ekadashi Day" (Holy Fasting day for Hindus). We were just trying to keep the fast for a change and test our selves as how long can we sustain the hunger. It went all well till we reached the cinema Hall. There slowly he started to crib about food, he got Corns first, then Pop Corns, Coca- Cola, Ice cream... Huh! I kept on reminding him about the fasting he kept on getting eatables.. :( this is how we both fast... After returning  from Movie with bit of headache, we just rested for a while at home and in the evening I asked him to take me to ISCKON, coz I wanted to buy some posters of Sri Srinivasa Govinda Perumal, (Nothing but Lord Tirupati)  that's what my colleague had asked me to get it from ISCKON, with great difficulty I got them... yuppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he already bought some cake, sweet bread and spicy bread and also some Butter biscuits for the guests visiting us the next day in our home. Got some hot nice Ekadashi Prasadam to eat, we ate that cake as well. He again started feeling hungry. There is a canteen in the temple itself, and was in dilemma whether to go there or not, I kept on reminding him about our fasting and he kept on hunting for the food... :( then gave him a tough choice saying that if we are eating in the canteen then I'm not gonna cook at home. But, he was badly wanting the Palak (Spinach) Parathas which I was going to prepare at night. poor thing.. :) Somehow he finally decided to eat in that canteen itself and postponed of preparing parathas the next day. I was happy coz I was saved from cooking at home..yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we deiced to eat there, he again started to crib about what to eat, whereas certain items are prohibited to eat on that day... I said dude! do you really think we are fasting? he ignored me.. and ordered some Appam, Idiappam (Some Kerala  food items) and an Organic Dosa.... My God! we managed to finish them and he was still not full.. I got pissed out and strictly said NO MORE EATING NOW! Then helplessly he had to agree with me and went back home had some fruits and buttermilk and went to sleep..... zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-7539744597968146812?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7539744597968146812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=7539744597968146812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7539744597968146812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7539744597968146812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/enjoyable-weekend.html' title='Enjoyable Weekend!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SyXCtgShlcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/3hDgp5QaXcA/s72-c/SP_A1430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4970359418731426782</id><published>2009-12-09T09:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:25:06.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I recently realized that one can write out something if one is really sad or pissed out in life.. or struggling out. Yes, its true if there is no struggle then there is no fun in achieving  what we want to and this keeps us going! That's why we had so much lovely songs in olden days... I love to be sad and feel doomed out.. so that my mind churns out and comes up with nice words to put on to my blog... PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-4970359418731426782?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4970359418731426782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=4970359418731426782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4970359418731426782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4970359418731426782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-recently-realized-that-one-can-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4817568748925779903</id><published>2009-11-29T15:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:36:41.593+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poems'/><title type='text'>तेरी याद!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;याद&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;इतना&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आया&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;करो&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ख़ुद&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;को&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भूल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाया&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;करू&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;तुम्हारी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;याद&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;इस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कदर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;जैसे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तूफ़ान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आकर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;अपने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;साथ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ले&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;तुम्हे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चाहे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;इस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तरह&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;बता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सके&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;किस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तरह&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;तो सब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कुछ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सिर्फ़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;फुरकत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;आजाओ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जल्दी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रहा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाय&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जिन्दा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मर्जी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;खिला&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चेहरा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम्हारा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सामने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;वक्त&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;जैसे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम्हारी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;याद&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बेवक्त&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मुझे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तेरी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;याद&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;क्या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम्हे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कभी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मेरी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;याद&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;हर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सोचा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम्हे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;याद&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;करेंगे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;अब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बाद&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दिल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;इसको&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;टाला&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बार&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;क्या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;करे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;समझ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आए&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;तेरी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;याद&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मुझे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;छोड़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पाये&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 - &lt;span&gt;पूर्णिमा&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;२००३&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-4817568748925779903?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4817568748925779903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=4817568748925779903' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4817568748925779903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4817568748925779903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='तेरी याद!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1273172849286960190</id><published>2009-11-24T13:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:31:28.964+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All these days I felt that my "Sun" of "Life" was covered with thick "Cloud" of  "Sadness" . Now that all the clouds moved away and now I can see things clearly and more brightly... My vision is bit cleared... :) " that's why its said " Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining"........ :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1273172849286960190?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1273172849286960190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1273172849286960190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1273172849286960190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1273172849286960190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-these-days-i-feel-that-my-sun-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-5370001774501412550</id><published>2009-11-18T15:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:52:21.462+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poems'/><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Thousands and thousands of miles away,&lt;br /&gt;In a place called Shanghai, where he stay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is so dear to  me,&lt;br /&gt;that His separation is not bearable by me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart always craved to be his dear,&lt;br /&gt;When we were studying together;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now settled there with good job,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is not still out of his cob;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a good guy,&lt;br /&gt;that nobody can say to him good-bye;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks to me so many times,&lt;br /&gt;But never says that am the reason for his smiles;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for him  nobody can smell,&lt;br /&gt;As I have kept him in my heart like a pearl in the shell;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's ray of hope of my life,&lt;br /&gt;As, I want to be his wife;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I tell him that he is my passion,&lt;br /&gt;And not a friend for fashion;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my life's pilot,&lt;br /&gt;As, the blood is important for a sinking patient;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for him will never peter-out,&lt;br /&gt;Till I pass-out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Poornima&lt;br /&gt;- Thursday, 28th July 2005; 12:30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-5370001774501412550?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5370001774501412550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=5370001774501412550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5370001774501412550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5370001774501412550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1898703378011986316</id><published>2009-11-16T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:37:32.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally got "Spotted" for my effort at work.. feeling good good.. :))  But somewhere in my heart am feeling that this should not be a nice way of saying that we  are laying you off.. :) as very soon we are gonna get the list of people being laid off.... huh! as always i feel that my glass is always half empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SwDqfmFaDjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HX3YDqT2XVw/s1600/SP_A1379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SwDqfmFaDjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HX3YDqT2XVw/s200/SP_A1379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404577381364665906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh Jesus save me please... amen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s18poorni" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1898703378011986316?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1898703378011986316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1898703378011986316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1898703378011986316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1898703378011986316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-got-spotted-for-my-effort-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SwDqfmFaDjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HX3YDqT2XVw/s72-c/SP_A1379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1191277873487531522</id><published>2009-11-07T13:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:56:57.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PG ದಿನಗಳು...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಅಂತು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಇಂತೂ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;PG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಬಂತು&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span&gt;sss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಎಂಬ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;remix&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;ಹಾಡು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನಾನು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಜೋಡಿಸಿದೆ&lt;/span&gt;. PG &lt;span&gt;ಅಂದರೆ&lt;/span&gt; Post Graduate &lt;span&gt;ಅಲ್ಲಾ&lt;/span&gt;, Paying Guest &lt;span&gt;ಅಂತ&lt;/span&gt;. PG&lt;span&gt;ನಲ್ಲಿನ&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;ಒಂದು&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;ಚಿಕ್ಕ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅನುಭವ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಓದಿ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;"ರೋಗಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಬಯಸಿದ್ದು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹಾಲು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅನ್ನ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;ವೈದ್ಯರು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹೇಳಿದ್ದು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹಾಲು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅನ್ನ&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span&gt;ಎಂಬ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಗಾದೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನನಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತುಂಬ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅನ್ವೈಸುತ್ತದೆ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ನನ್ನ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅತ್ತೆ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮಾವರೊಂದಿಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಸರಿಹೋಗದೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಇರುವುದು&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;ಕೆಲಸ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಸಿಕ್ಕು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ದೂರ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹೋಗಬೇಕೆಂಬ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನನ್ನ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಆಸೆ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;ಎಲ್ಲವೂ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನಡೆದುದಕ್ಕೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ವಳಿತೇ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಆಯಿತು&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ಅದಕ್ಕೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅನಿಸುತ್ತೆ&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span&gt;ಎಲ್ಲವೂ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಆಗುವದು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ವಳ್ಳೀತಕ್ಕೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಎಂಬ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮಾತು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನಿಜ&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span&gt;ನನಗು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;PG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಅಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಇರುವ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅನುಭವ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅವಶ್ಯ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ವಿತ್ತು&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;ಅನಿಸುತ್ತೆ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ಒ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಟ್ಟಿ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ನಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;ಅತ್ತೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮಾವನ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಕಾಟ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹಾಗು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮಂಕು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಗಂಡನ ತಲೆ ನೋವು &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಬಿಟ್ಟು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;PG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಬಂದಾಯಿ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ತು&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ಇದು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನನಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಕನಸಿನಲ್ಲೂ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅಂದುಕೊಂಡಿರದ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಸಂಗತಿ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SvVfQyZq5cI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qmapAoAS9r0/s1600-h/27199172_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SvVfQyZq5cI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qmapAoAS9r0/s200/27199172_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401328070112765378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PGಗೆ ಬಂದ ಕೂಡಲೇ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಯಾಕೋ ಕಸಿವಿಸಿ ಏನೋ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡ ಭಾವ, ಮುಂದೆ ಏನು ಎ೦ದು ಒಂದೆಡೆ ಇದ್ದರೆ, ನನ್ನ ಜೀವನದ ಅಮೂಲ್ಯ ಕ್ಷಣಗಳನ್ನ ಬಲಿ ಕೊಟ್ಟ ಭಾವ ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಕಡೆ. ಈ ನನ್ನ ದ್ವಂದ್ವ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ಸ್ಥಿತಿ ನನಗೇನು ಹೊಸದಲ್ಲ. ಆದರೂ ಮದುವೆ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಂಡು ನಾನೇನು ಸುಖ ಪಡಲಿಲ್ಲ, ನನ್ನಿಂದ ನನ್ನ ಹೆತ್ತವರಿಗೂ ಸಂತಸ ಸಿಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಬಹುಷಃ ಇದು ನನ್ನ ಪೂರ್ವ ಜನ್ಮದ ಪಾಪ ಕರ್ಮಗಳೆನಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ಯಾಕೆಂದರೆ  ಈ ಜನ್ಮದಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ಯಾರಿಗೂ ದ್ರೋಹ ಬಗೆದಿಲ್ಲವೆಂದ ಮೇಲೆ ಇದು ನನ್ನ ಪೂರ್ವ ಜನ್ಮದ ಕರ್ಮವೇ ಸರಿ ಎನಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನವರು ನನಗೆ PGಗೆ ತಲುಪಿಸಲು ಬಂದಾಗ ಕಣ್ತುಂಬ ನೀರು ತುಂಬಿಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದರು. ನನಗೆ ಅದು ನಿಜವೋ ನಾಟಕವೋ ತಿಳಿಯಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಆದರೆ ಅದನ್ನು ನಿಜ ಎಂದು ನಂಬಲು ಆಸೆ. ಆದರೆ ನಾನು "ಆಸೆಯೇ ದುಖ್ಹಕ್ಕೆ ಮೂಲ" ಎಂಬುದೂ ಮರೆತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಅವರ ದುಖ್ಹ ನೋಡಿ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಬೇಜಾರ್ ಆಯಿತು. ಆದರೆ &lt;span&gt;ಒ&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span&gt;ದೆಡೆ&lt;/span&gt; ಪಂಜರದಿಂದ ಹೊರ ಬಂದ ಪಕ್ಷಿಯ ರೀತಿ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ಸ್ಥಿತಿ ಇತ್ತು. ಅವರು ತಮ್ಮ ಕೆಲಸದ ಸಲುವಾಗಿ ತುಂಬಾ ದಿನಗಳ ಮಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಊರಿಂದ ಹೊರಗೆ ಹೋಗಬೇಕಾಗಿ ಬಂದದ್ದೆ ತಡ, ಧಿಡಿರನೆ PGಗೆ ಬರುವ ನಿರ್ಧಾರ ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡೆ. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ನನ್ನವರು ಹೇಳ್ತಾರೆ... ನೀನು ನನ್ನ ಪರಿಸ್ಥಿತಿಯನ್ನು ದುರುಪಯೋಗ ಪದೆಸಿಕೊಂಡೆ ಅಂತ. ಏಕೆಂದರೆ ನಾನು ಆಮೇಲೆ ಮರಳಿ ಅತ್ತೆ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗಲೇ ಇಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಆದರೆ ನಂಗೇನು ತಿಳಿದಿತ್ತು "ಪಾಪಿ ಸಮುದ್ರಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋದರು ಮೊಣಕಾಲಷ್ಟೇ ನೀರು" ಅನ್ನೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಆಯಿತು. ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ದಿನ ಎಲ್ಲ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಅನಿಸುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಇದರ ಅರಿವು ಇದ್ದರೂ ಮನೆಯ ಉದ್ವಿಗ್ನ ವಾತಾವರಣದಲ್ಲಿ ಮರೆತಿರಬೇಕು ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸು. ಮನೆಯಗಿಂತ ಎಷ್ಟೋ ವಾಸಿ ಅನಿಸುತ್ತಿತ್ತು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹಾಳಾದ್ದು ನನಗೆ ಆ fan ಇಲ್ಲದಿದ್ದರೆ ನಿದ್ದೆನೇ ಬರೋದಿಲ್ಲ. ಚಿಕ್ಕಂದಿನಿಂದಲೂ fanನಿನ ಅಭ್ಯಾಸ. ಆದ್ದರಿಂದ ಯಾರ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗುವ ಮುನ್ನ ಅವರ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ fan  ಇದೆಯೋ ಇಲ್ಲವೋ ಅಂತ ಖಚಿತ ಪಡೆಸಿಕೊಂಡೆ ಹೋಗೋದು. ಹಾಗೆ ಬೆಳೆದವಳು ನಾನು. Fan ಇಲ್ಲದಿದ್ದರೆ ಉಸಿರೇ ನಿಂತ ಹಾಗೆ ಆಗುತ್ತೆ. ಇದೇ ನಾನಿದ್ದ PG room ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಜಗಳಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾರಣವಾದದ್ದು. ಒಬ್ಬಳಿಗೆ fan ಇದ್ದರೆ ಅಲರ್ಜಿ, ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬಳಿಗೆ ಇಲ್ಲದ್ದಿದ್ದರೆ ಅಲರ್ಜಿ. ವತ್ಟ್ನಲ್ಲಿ fanನಿನ  funda ಆಯಿತು. Fan  ನಿಂತ  ಕ್ಷಣ ಎಲ್ಲರ ಜೊತೆ ಮಾತು ನಿಂತು ಹೋಯಿತು. ಸ್ಫೂರ್ತಿ, ಮಧುಮಿತ ತುಂಬಾ ಜೋರು. ಅವರ ಜೊತೆ ಸೇರಿ ಶ್ವೇತಾನೂ ಹಾಗೆ ಅವರ ಜೊತೆಗೂಡಿದಳು. ಕೊನೆಗೆ ನನಗೆ  ಪ್ರಾಣ ಸಂಕಟ ಆಯಿತು. ಬಹುಷಃ ನನ್ನ ಅವರ ನಡುವಿನ ಭಾವನೆಗಳ, ವಯಸ್ಸಿನ   ಅಂತರವೇ ಕಾರಣ ಅಯಿತೋ ಏನೋ ನಮ್ಮ ಭಿನ್ನಾಭಿಪ್ರಾಯಕ್ಕೆ. ನಾನು ಯಾವತ್ತು ಇದರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ತಲೆ ಕೆಡೆಸಿ ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದೇ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಆದರೆ ನನ್ನ ಒಂಟಿತನ ಇನ್ನೂ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿತು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ ಬಾಲ್ಯ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತೆ ಕೂಡ ಅವಳ ಅಮ್ಮನ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದಳು. ಅವಳು ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಪಕ್ಕದ room ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಇರುತ್ತಿದ್ದಳು. ಅವಳಿಗೂ ಪಾಪ ತುಂಬಾ ತೊಂದರೆಗಳಿದ್ದವು. ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ತುಂಬಾ ನೋವು ತಿಂದಿದ್ದಳು. ಅವಳು ನಾನು ತುಂಬಾ ಅನ್ನ್ಯೋನ್ನ್ಯವಾಗಿದ್ದೆವು. ಅದೇ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಸಮಾಧಾನವಿತ್ತು. ಅವಳಿಗೂ ನನ್ನ roommatesಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಚನ್ನಾಗಿಗೊತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಈಡಿ PGಗೆ ನನ್ನ roommates ಜಗಳಕ್ಕೆ famous ಇದ್ದದ್ದು ನನಗೆ ಆಮೇಲೆ ತಿಳೀತು. ನನ್ನ ಒಂಟಿತನ ನನ್ನ ಬೆನ್ನು ಬಿಡಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ... ಕೆಲಸ ಚನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ, ಆದರೆ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿಲ್ಲ. ಮನಸಿದ್ದರೆ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಚೆನ್ನ. ಮನಸಿದ್ದರೆ ಈ ಜಗತ್ತು. ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಇನ್ನೂ ಏನೋ ಹುಡುಕಾಟದಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ಇದೆ. ಅದು ಏನು ಅಂತ ಇನ್ನೂ ತಿಳಿದಿಲ್ಲ. ಹೀಗೆ ನನ್ನ &lt;span&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;ತನ್ನ ಅನಿಸಿಕೆ ನನ್ನೊಂದಿಗೆ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಂಡಳು. ಈ ಜೀವನ ಏನು ಅನ್ನೋದು  ಬಹುಶ ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಇನ್ನೂ ತಿಳಿದಿಲ್ಲ ಪಾಪ ಇನ್ನು ನೀನು ನೊಂದ ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಇನ್ನೂ ನಿನಗೇನು ತಿಳಿದಿತ್ತು ಬಿಡು ಅಂದೆ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1191277873487531522?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1191277873487531522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1191277873487531522' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1191277873487531522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1191277873487531522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/pg.html' title='PG ದಿನಗಳು...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SvVfQyZq5cI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qmapAoAS9r0/s72-c/27199172_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-7328425767319131580</id><published>2009-11-02T13:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:44:59.258+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Second Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;Feeling like life has given second chance for me to live... should i believe this or not? am in a dilemma :( anyways life is a continuous set of challenges, threats, happiness and all. So no one could define LIFE so far. Does the other person deserves the second chance to make it right after all those heartbreaking incidents.. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes easily in life, fate is such a thing which no one has control on it. Today morning while i was waiting for my shuttle i happen to see the Jain Digambara ( a nude saint in Jainism)and people following him so quickly.. I realized that its so difficult to give up our comforts and every worldly pleasure for the wellness of the society.. How many of us have the guts to move on naked in this civilized society that too with proud and respect! Hats off to such people. These are such people who are still struggling hard to maintain the design of our society. May be  because of his Darshan i might have been blessed by this second chance. My heart is repeatedly saying this to me. So feel like believing in second chance i got today to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all what we take with us when we are gone? Whatever pleasures and pains we got, we got from this world and gonna leave back here itself. So living every moment of our life happily matters. And unfortunately we tend to forget this truth in our busy possessive world. And what for we struggle so much in life? We achieve all the conveniences just to be happy, then why we look for our happiness in materials than loving people around us. Why man has become so selfish? But sometimes we forget all this when we have things with us. We only realize the importance of anything when we lose it. Why don't we  understand this before losing it? May be this is what Human nature is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the fun in life if everything goes by our wish and plan? I think there is fun in making impossible things possible in our life. Then there is no limit for  our happiness when you achieve what you wanted. Realizing one's mistake and rectifying the same is what is intelligence and is a real human being. Let me see how far my this logic works for me.. :) Should i trust this ray of hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-7328425767319131580?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7328425767319131580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=7328425767319131580' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7328425767319131580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7328425767319131580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-like-life-has-given-second.html' title='Second Chance'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-376009713425027664</id><published>2009-10-28T10:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:29:45.580+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poems'/><title type='text'>Missing you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;May our decision is to depart,&lt;br /&gt;But this was my ever first experience of having a man so close in my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my ill fate i did not get back the Love from you which i did for you...&lt;br /&gt;That your thought and try for another substitute was again  so painful for me...&lt;br /&gt;Your hate redness to my parents was even more piercing for me...&lt;br /&gt;Its your family which was never there for me at all...&lt;br /&gt;So what will i do in life without anyone despite...&lt;br /&gt;Which every woman mourn on so quite ...&lt;br /&gt;I surely miss you...&lt;br /&gt;And all those bitter moments more, as the intimate ones were very few...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you too miss me the way I do...&lt;br /&gt;Else, you would have taken all the measures to avoid these heartbreaking intrude...&lt;br /&gt;But i know we both are not happy with this choice...&lt;br /&gt;I still pray to God that this should all be a faux...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Poornima Kulkarni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-376009713425027664?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/376009713425027664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=376009713425027664' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/376009713425027664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/376009713425027664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-you.html' title='Missing you...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-9042518845101974048</id><published>2009-10-25T13:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:29:45.580+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poems'/><title type='text'>"Facets of Love"</title><content type='html'>Love is a beautiful feeling for sure,&lt;br /&gt;Because it is the only thing which has the power to cure;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns a man to human being,&lt;br /&gt;And gives the life a real meaning;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has the capacity to turn every negative to positive,&lt;br /&gt;And makes every being sensitive;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love gives the strength to patience,&lt;br /&gt;And fills the life with sweet fragrance;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can make Man-Kind,&lt;br /&gt;As it is said Love is blind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love brings every lips a smile,&lt;br /&gt;But no one can stay without it a while;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though! everybody crave for Love,&lt;br /&gt;But, rarely few people dare to Love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is earth's greatest asset,&lt;br /&gt;Which has its own various facets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Poornima Kulkarni&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 17th July, 2005; 11.20pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-9042518845101974048?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/9042518845101974048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=9042518845101974048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/9042518845101974048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/9042518845101974048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/facets-of-love.html' title='&quot;Facets of Love&quot;'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-5313159707192772666</id><published>2009-10-25T13:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:46:06.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nuptials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wed-lock, tying knot ... why is it said so... i wonder... why? it sounds like bonded labor...that's why may be today's generation is scared to get married and to fall into any commitment like this, or feel its added responsibility or burden? They are not brave enough to face this kind of bondage and fear of losing their freedom and space.. more than before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Locked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions... for renaming? Please feel free to share... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-5313159707192772666?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5313159707192772666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=5313159707192772666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5313159707192772666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5313159707192772666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/wed-lock-tying-knot.html' title='Nuptials'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-5275700460606221033</id><published>2009-10-20T09:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:47:23.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>कभी किसी को मुकम्मिल &lt;span&gt;जहाँ&lt;/span&gt; नही मिलता,&lt;br /&gt;कभी ज़मीन तो कभी आसमां नहीं मिलता |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तेरे जहाँ में ऐसा नहीं के प्यार न हो ,&lt;br /&gt;जहाँ उम्मीद हो इसकी वहां नहीं मिलता |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कभी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;किसी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;को&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मुकम्मिल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जहाँ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मिलता&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-5275700460606221033?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5275700460606221033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=5275700460606221033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5275700460606221033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5275700460606221033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-274971296721606137</id><published>2009-10-17T22:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:29:45.580+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poems'/><title type='text'>“Mystic Mission”</title><content type='html'>(It’s about the entire Universe and also Mother Nature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above the blue blanket,&lt;br /&gt;Down below the green jacket;&lt;br /&gt;Both are in the same pocket,&lt;br /&gt;Yet they are in a different socket,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the water in a bucket,&lt;br /&gt;Taking the fire in a diskette;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing the air by a trumpet,&lt;br /&gt;All together in a wonderful market;&lt;br /&gt;Moving in a fantastic gadget,&lt;br /&gt;Making the trip within their budget;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind all the hate and regret,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying their journey with incessant spirit;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday they take-up their project,&lt;br /&gt;Doing it with joy and jubilant;&lt;br /&gt;By finishing their every assignment,&lt;br /&gt;Not resting for a single minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Poornima Kulkarni&lt;br /&gt;Wed, 13th April 2005; 11:26 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-274971296721606137?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/274971296721606137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=274971296721606137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/274971296721606137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/274971296721606137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/mystic-mission.html' title='“Mystic Mission”'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-8886443842696569502</id><published>2009-10-14T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:36:37.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>यू तो सभी नाम के हैं रिश्ते....&lt;br /&gt;जो इश्क में डूब जाए वो हैं फ़रिश्ते |&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-8886443842696569502?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8886443842696569502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=8886443842696569502' title='2 Comments'/><link 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anyone by cast, creed, color, sex or age... i treat everyone equally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-3247489134344949035?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3247489134344949035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=3247489134344949035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3247489134344949035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3247489134344949035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-i-do-not-discriminate-by-cast.html' title=''/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-2695606617816461767</id><published>2009-10-12T10:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:48:08.519+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me : click!&lt;br /&gt;Life : kick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-2695606617816461767?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4335908480431712502</id><published>2009-10-08T13:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:32:43.797+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poems'/><title type='text'>An Ode to Merciful Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CYKPOOR%7E2%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   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class="MsoNormal"&gt;Making my life full of laughter;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Takes away all my pains and dolorous,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Giving me all her own happiness;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mother, Mother you are the super deity,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are been sent by that only almighty;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can you bear all this superiority?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder and think out of curiosity;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are the symbol of sympathy,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blessed with the gift of empathy;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mother, Mother you epitomize the creator,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can anyone weather without your prayer?&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Poornima Kulkarni&lt;br /&gt;Wed 13th April 2005; 12:16pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4489201150284057528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_08.html' title='पता नहीं किसका भरोसा करें....'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1025873207256530873</id><published>2009-10-08T13:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:15:10.921+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Without Friends is Empty'/><title type='text'>Annoying Aditya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Ssm31IZRNYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zoExSO-Xd0g/s1600-h/27sli7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Ssm31IZRNYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zoExSO-Xd0g/s200/27sli7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389040552539927938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Wake up K!d!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like becoming fashion or today's trend for guys to like or love the woman.. pretty older than them. Well, i really donno the theme/logic behind this actually. But yes, am seeing lot of such guys around these days....:) i donno where this culture may lead us to.. huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since four days back i got a message on Gandhi Jayanthi.. it was from a stranger... i called up from my another number and asked who it is.. and the voice on the other side said am Aditya and had my number in his friends list.. i wondered how can anyone have my number whom i donno! And also one from my profession, who seems to be much younger to me... and also another guy whom i found on internet.... these do not even bother if the woman is married/elder/have kids or not..... c'mon what happened to us? is all our culture gone astray or failed to foster our faith? Please do not slay it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Ssm3498LUsI/AAAAAAAAAho/rGJZjs9Y31A/s1600-h/wus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Ssm3498LUsI/AAAAAAAAAho/rGJZjs9Y31A/s200/wus2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389040618453029570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then i thought he might have picked some random number and sent me the message.. i told that i donno him and not to message me henceforth. Annoyingly he did the same over and over again and sent me messages in and out day in and day out... but i never responded.... He is still annoying me with his sms' and miscalls... :( Suddenly today morning in our office we had a new joinee and accidentally his name too is "Aditya" then I contemplated for a sec and said.. c'mon how can this be possible..... but just amazed to be surprised.... that Aditya claims to be from Belgaum and our new colleague is from Delhi.. heheheh. I donno so far how many wrong numbers i got.. similarly many of them might have got it. But mobile is boon or bane cannot be decided for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Ssm2e4H8s1I/AAAAAAAAAhY/XpjjJfKXSXc/s1600-h/wake-up-sid-review.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Ssm2e4H8s1I/AAAAAAAAAhY/XpjjJfKXSXc/s200/wake-up-sid-review.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389039070703563602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the country is just going crazy.. especially guys... they are seeming to like the gals elder to them...! there is seriously something wrong.. either this is fashion/idiocy/Psychosis.... and to add on to it they take that famous cricketer as an example. Why cannot his achievements as an inspiration? how funny... i came across some three guys like this recently. But you know it feels nice as i think i do not look my age.. and look much younger.. hehehe.. but i do not entertain such things...May be that's why its said "LOVE IS BLIND", I even speculate its DEAF and DUMB too. (Please do not ponder me as not in favor of LOVE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Ssm2bcTy3II/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FNC862yUGhc/s1600-h/wake-up-sid-7272803124a5354e2b89b20.62286079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Ssm2bcTy3II/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FNC862yUGhc/s200/wake-up-sid-7272803124a5354e2b89b20.62286079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389039011697450114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think all this is because of media influence. In a country like India people easily get carried away by movies and film stars, as its kind of their passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media is a very strong medium of communication to reach out to large youngsters, provided utilized in a right way like conveying our values and beliefs through this. which can really have the capacity to mold the youth to the right path! Just think twice over it before you imitate or follow someone sincerely.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1025873207256530873?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1025873207256530873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1025873207256530873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1025873207256530873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1025873207256530873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/annoying-aditya.html' title='Annoying Aditya!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Ssm31IZRNYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zoExSO-Xd0g/s72-c/27sli7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-8876528265146879066</id><published>2009-10-08T13:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:13:37.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Without Friends is Empty'/><title type='text'>Loneliness to recycle bin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkRo1qKywOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LaypNes8mlg/s1600-h/lonely-girl-%2411142%24300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkRo1qKywOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LaypNes8mlg/s200/lonely-girl-%2411142%24300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351517528284905698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though i like friends in my life, but unfortunately i never had a true friend till i found Gombi. I know to have a friend you need to be one. Yes i feel that i am very friendly to people. But always my friends ditched me. So as usual i feel am isolated, no one to share my feelings with.In my childhood till college all friends remained for few days. why it always happens with me. Even my mom knows about the way i had my friends in life and she is also surprised that why are friends so short lived in my life. Why always i get such friends? They are only my friends only when they have some work get done by me. So i feel that the world is so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even you may say that i am also like them, approach people only when i need them. But NO, a big NO, i always wanted to be with them, i always craved to be in their groups, but no group never ever accepted me as their part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even NOW i find such people around, and i think they are gonna be there till i die. So now i sought of tried getting adjusted to such people around me. But let me tell you its so very difficult to be alone and aloof... thats why i feel i am most of the time sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever i went I found myself aloof. Even in the group I am like odd one out. I donno why. Do all feel the same as i do?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkRn0PcyZlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lOwtbHnTuJk/s1600-h/Loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkRn0PcyZlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lOwtbHnTuJk/s200/Loneliness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351516404421125714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the same loneliness even in my in laws place. All of them still treat me the same way, as if am alien, or did something unforgivable. When i feel am right for my deeds and admit doing that. They just do not like me just because am honest, straight forward. I speak on the face whatever i feel about people or them? Is being true is so punishable? Then why are we taught about truth in our schools? and if we have to pay for being truthful so much then why do our parents teach us to be true and honest? Are all these for namesake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in my work place i feel all all alone.... do people do not like me either?Even she shares the same experience as i do.? or am not that adorable to be around? Oh Gosh! this feeling is killing since my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found Gombi when i met her through one of my classmates, when i was already working. She is the only friend i can say is true friend of mine. But as the time passed the distance has just widened. We are unable to meet often, but still share all our feelings and experiences in life. We are kind of birds of same feathers. We do share same kind of thoughts and experiences. Atleast I should be happy that I have such a good friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking for pictures suitable to my topic today that is about loneliness.I happened to collect few images, and finally decided to delete them from my system, and i liked the way the system asked me "are you sure you want send lonliness to recycle bin"? i said YES!.. but its going to be there till i delete it from there forever, or atlest for few days till it automatically vanishes from recycle bin... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-8876528265146879066?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8876528265146879066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=8876528265146879066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8876528265146879066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8876528265146879066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/loneliness-to-recycle-bin.html' title='Loneliness to recycle bin...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkRo1qKywOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LaypNes8mlg/s72-c/lonely-girl-%2411142%24300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1666763327172229116</id><published>2009-10-08T13:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:13:37.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Without Friends is Empty'/><title type='text'>Thanks to Latest Technology...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;I never dreamt about that am gonna meet my PU collage classmate after 12 to 13 long years... i was surprised by his message yesterday evening.. and i was wondering how he might have got to know my number. But he managed to get from my brother and he gave it to him. Since then I started to live in my flash back days.. inquired about all my other classmates and now he is also in my orkut friends list!those days were really funny and beautiful days... life so coll and tension less.... 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  ಈಯತ್ತೆ  &lt;span&gt;ಇದ್ದಾಗ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತುಂಬಾ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಡಾನ್ಸ್&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಎಲ್ಲಾ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮಾಡುತಿದ್ದಳಂತೆ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ಆಗ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅವಳು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತನ್ನ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತಂದೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತಾಯಿ ಮತ್ತು  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಅ&lt;/span&gt;ಣ್ಣರೊಂದಿಗೆ &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;ಬೆಳಗಾವಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹತ್ತಿರದ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹಿರೆಬಾಗೆವಾಡಿ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಯಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ವಾಸಿಸುತಿದ್ದಳಂತೆ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ಚಿಕ್ಕ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಊರು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಇರೋದ್ರಿಂದ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹಾಗು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನೋಡೊಕೆ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತೆಳ್ಳಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಬೆಳ್ಳಗೆ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಇರೋದ್ರಿಂದ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಇವಳನ್ನೇ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಡಾನ್ಸ್&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮಾಡೋದಕ್ಕೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅವಳ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಟೀಚರ್&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;span&gt;ಅವಳ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಜೊತೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಜಗಳವನ್ನೂ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಆಡುತ್ತೇನೆ&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span&gt;ಅವಳಿಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನಾ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹೇಳಿದ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ವಿಷಯ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತಿಳಿದಿದ್ದಾಗ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನನಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಕೋಪ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಬರುತ್ತದೆ&lt;/span&gt;.. ಮತ್ತೆ... &lt;span&gt;ಪಾಪ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅಮ್ಮ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅವಳು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಓದಿದ್ದೇನು&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;ಅವಳ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತಿಳಿವಳಿಕೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಏನು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಎ೦ದು&lt;/span&gt; ನನಗೆ ಅನಿಸಿದಾಗ ... &lt;span&gt;ನಕ್ಕು&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;ಮತ್ತೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅದನ್ನ&lt;/span&gt; ತಿಲಿಸಿಕೊಡುತ್ತೇನೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SsMGb5ioWSI/AAAAAAAAAhI/3XdPSacJUrU/s1600-h/SP_A0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SsMGb5ioWSI/AAAAAAAAAhI/3XdPSacJUrU/s200/SP_A0750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387156655637551394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;ಅವಳೇ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅಲ್ಲವೇ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನನ್ನ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮೊದಲ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಗುರು&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span&gt;ನನಗೆ&lt;/span&gt;   A B C D  &lt;span&gt;ಕಲಿಸಿದ್ದು&lt;/span&gt;, ಮತ್ತೆ  This is Ramu, He is a &lt;span&gt;Boy; &lt;/span&gt;This is His &lt;span&gt;Shirt, &lt;/span&gt;it is White   &lt;span&gt;ಅಂತ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನಂಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;standard  &lt;span&gt;ನಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;ಹೇಳಿಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span&gt;ನನಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; primary school &lt;span&gt;ಅಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/span&gt;   Algebra &lt;span&gt;ಹೇಳಿಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು&lt;/span&gt;. ಅಮ್ಮನ favourite subject  ಅಂದರೇ mathematics. ಅವಳಿಗೆ ಎಷ್ಟೋಂದು formulas ಇನ್ನು ನೆನಪಿವೆ. &lt;span&gt;ಈಗ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನಾನು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮುಂದೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಓದಿದ್ದೇನೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅದಕ್ಕೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನನಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅವಳಿಗಿಂತ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಕೆಲ್ವಂದು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ವಿಷಯ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಜಾಸ್ತಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಗೊತ್ತು&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ಆದರೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಮೊದಲು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನನಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಹೇಳಿಕೊಡುವಾಗ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅವಳಿಗಿದ್ದ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಸಹನೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನನಗೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಈಗ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಏಕೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಇಲ್ಲ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಅಂತ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಬೇಸರವಾಗುತ್ತೆ .&lt;/span&gt;.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಅವಳಿಗೆ ದಿನಾ newspaper ಓದದಿದ್ದರೆ ಏನೋ ದಿನಚರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ missing ಅನಸುತ್ತದೆ... :) ಅರೇಯ್ ಇವತ್ತು ಪೇಪರ್ ಅನ್ನೇ ಓದಲಿಲ್ಲವಲ್ಲ ಅಂತಾಳೆ. ಈಗಿನ ವೇಗದ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ನಾವು ಎಷ್ಟು ಜನ ದಿನಪತ್ರಿಕೆ ಓದುತ್ತೇವೆ... ? ಹೊರಗಡೆ ರೂಮಿನಿಂದ ತಂದೆಯ ಕೂಗು "ಸಾಕು ಮಲಗಿ ಬೆಳಗ್ಗೆ ಬೇಗ ಏಳಬೇಕು...... ಅಂತ "ಹಾಗೆ ಮಾತಾಡ್ತಾ ಮಾತಾಡ್ತಾ ಯಾವಾಗ ನಿದ್ದೆಗೆ ಹೊದೆವೋ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ zz zzz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s18poorni" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-989608650083334449?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/989608650083334449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=989608650083334449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/989608650083334449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/989608650083334449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='ಅಮ್ಮನ ಬಾಲ್ಯ... :)'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SsMGElcXlDI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-zVcMQGV95s/s72-c/Amma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1227778341575432947</id><published>2009-10-08T12:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:01:07.229+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairy Tales... My Favourite'/><title type='text'>My lovely cousin Rama Akka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;During my visit to my parents house this time... i made up my mind to visit my cousin's place and i made it.. and it was worth visiting... i just relaxed with the kind of environment there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to roam with her in my childhood days.. . she is one of my favorite cousins. So i started my journey towards Hirehandigol.. it was raining continuously in Dharwad then.. and also even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicked some pictures while traveling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnE8kMY0R_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/lPxDu1NlPmE/s1600-h/SP_A1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnE8kMY0R_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/lPxDu1NlPmE/s200/SP_A1268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364135223673243634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnE9CDKujCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9MRnB1LBzRA/s1600-h/SP_A1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnE9CDKujCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9MRnB1LBzRA/s200/SP_A1269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364135736594304034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnE9HjHPKXI/AAAAAAAAAfI/mbbEgMFsZS8/s1600-h/SP_A1270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnE9HjHPKXI/AAAAAAAAAfI/mbbEgMFsZS8/s200/SP_A1270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364135831068944754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnE9VA5aKZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qQr5L0qxkeY/s1600-h/SP_A1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnE9VA5aKZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qQr5L0qxkeY/s200/SP_A1271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364136062402308498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally reached the destination after three hours journey. I simply loved the simple village life in Hirehandigol, Gadag District. I loved the peace there and no tension, stress and competition for anything.. Just leading life as it takes you.... here are some pictures i clicked there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Rama akka.. she is kind of everyone's favorite in our family.... she is so lovely person. Being a diploma civil degree holder.. never stepped into kitchen before her marriage.. now managing the whole show in her husband's home.. she manged herself to be in that remote small village.. hats off to her dedication to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin Rama Akka.. i call her Rama devi.. with love and affection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwv4GxHlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/1zt19f0hXso/s1600-h/SP_A1304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwv4GxHlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/1zt19f0hXso/s200/SP_A1304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364122230247726674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With her mother in law in the sweet kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEvImLR87I/AAAAAAAAAdA/0dtrole2LAA/s1600-h/SP_A1292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEvImLR87I/AAAAAAAAAdA/0dtrole2LAA/s200/SP_A1292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364120455908291506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Pooja room...which is inside the big kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEvUT9wZcI/AAAAAAAAAdI/PR-fMR2DOe0/s1600-h/SP_A1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEvUT9wZcI/AAAAAAAAAdI/PR-fMR2DOe0/s200/SP_A1299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364120657178158530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The quite big backyard for the cows at home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEv07CIDoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TQIJKaKxMgM/s1600-h/SP_A1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEv07CIDoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TQIJKaKxMgM/s200/SP_A1276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364121217421282946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of the cows resting place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEv8H8bR1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2QIEuu1Q-Ww/s1600-h/SP_A1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEv8H8bR1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2QIEuu1Q-Ww/s200/SP_A1279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364121341146122066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A servant who takes care of cows grazing and all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwCOiH4xI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jjthJw4043c/s1600-h/SP_A1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwCOiH4xI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jjthJw4043c/s200/SP_A1274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364121445994062610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The calves so cute and lovely.....i loved them...a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwIsvgdJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/RLvEh76d5PU/s1600-h/SP_A1281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwIsvgdJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/RLvEh76d5PU/s200/SP_A1281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364121557182477458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cow calf relation so sweet to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwR29l7kI/AAAAAAAAAd4/EXRxhELS2RQ/s1600-h/SP_A1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwR29l7kI/AAAAAAAAAd4/EXRxhELS2RQ/s200/SP_A1305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364121714544733762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of calf's love for its lovely mother cow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwY8MxmgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/0YG47FcumPE/s1600-h/SP_A1306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwY8MxmgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/0YG47FcumPE/s200/SP_A1306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364121836209674754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Renavva.. with my cousin in backyard of the Home... the adorable maid of my cousin.. and also she is indeed so sweet to be one.... does any household job for my cousin.... she is amazing! She was very eager to get photographed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwfvLMCRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/L544_5sbJO4/s1600-h/SP_A1290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwfvLMCRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/L544_5sbJO4/s200/SP_A1290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364121952972441874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Renavva taking care of the cows... she is the only person who milks the cows there. She in fact talks to them like her friends... i was so happy to see this love for animals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwoh3u1PI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/y4HyqFn1JQ0/s1600-h/SP_A1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEwoh3u1PI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/y4HyqFn1JQ0/s200/SP_A1287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364122104019997938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin feeding with lots of love to her maids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEw4HVi35I/AAAAAAAAAeg/Mzf8_ni-BsI/s1600-h/SP_A1273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEw4HVi35I/AAAAAAAAAeg/Mzf8_ni-BsI/s200/SP_A1273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364122371775192978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally the proud caretakers of the beautiful home in a place like heaven. I really liked the way they lead their lives there. Her husband also works for some government textile industry and also takes care of his farms and lands. Very well balancing his job.. great job indeed! Thats why we beleive in statement that "Pairs are made in Heaven". These are made for each other in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEw_4wouSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/SvaoayZ4VTg/s1600-h/SP_A1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEw_4wouSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/SvaoayZ4VTg/s200/SP_A1308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364122505301244194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just clicked a man painting his house.. . besides my cousin's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnExHjTTt4I/AAAAAAAAAew/0zPE5B3cSQw/s1600-h/SP_A1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnExHjTTt4I/AAAAAAAAAew/0zPE5B3cSQw/s200/SP_A1296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364122636980041602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally recommend such places when you are totally tired with your tiring urban life... its totally soothing and relaxing.. nothing to think and worry about.. peaceful life... amazing place for me at least... would like to visit this place again.. and would like to spend more time there next time....where time is never in a hurry to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1227778341575432947?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1227778341575432947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1227778341575432947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1227778341575432947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1227778341575432947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-lovely-cousin-rama-akka.html' title='My lovely cousin Rama Akka...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnE8kMY0R_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/lPxDu1NlPmE/s72-c/SP_A1268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1454448368281324382</id><published>2009-10-08T12:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:56:13.596+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairy Tales... My Favourite'/><title type='text'>Tell-a-vision!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkMTVgsKMSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/B6N-Iw6V3to/s1600-h/old+tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkMTVgsKMSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/B6N-Iw6V3to/s200/old+tv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351142042519613730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Television has a big role in my life. Well just thought of sharing some of my childhood memories attached with television. Having TV at home was a luxury then. There used be days when i used to go to bed without food, that was just because i used to be so satisfied after watching TV. My family still makes fun of me about this. God! i still wish to be like that so that i would have not put on so much...:( I and my brother used to love the 1984-85... Doordarshan Programs. Of course it was the only channel we used to have then. There were so many bugging programs as well.. (then being a child) but still we used to watch. Just watching anything and everything on TV itself was so much fun for us. We used to watch TV in our neighbors home, when we did not had our own set. Seeing this my Dad got fed up and got a TV set for us. I still remember the model its called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ITI Monarchy&lt;/span&gt; which had shutter and also a lock. Unfortunately i could not find the model on net. So just got this one which is just close to that model. It was a black &amp;amp; white TV. It had an antenna on the roof.I was so over joyed and felt that i have everything in this world, and i loved my dad for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkMZNuijgaI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qwPGoCa0tgw/s1600-h/200px-Television_Antenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkMZNuijgaI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qwPGoCa0tgw/s200/200px-Television_Antenna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351148505868239266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We used to rush to the TV centre, which had generator, which was just close to our home in a small town like Gadag, whenever there was power cut, just to make sure we do not miss the important part of our program. And we used to curse the Electricity Board for cutting the power at the important stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that Doordarshan really used to have very good programs THEN. I still live with those memories and remember the songs and names of the programs even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the programs which i still remember goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cartoons&lt;/span&gt;: Spiderman, He-Man: Am the Master of the Universe, Some film division programs from Doordarshan-- Ek aur anek, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some puppet show.. i do not remember the name though, it used to come on Saturday afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stories&lt;/span&gt; like: Fairly tale theater, Vikram aur betal, Alice in Wonderland etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serials&lt;/span&gt;: Ek Do Teen Chaar: A children detective serial, Show Theme, Buniyad, Hum Log, Kari Khari, Yeh Jo Hain Zindagi, Rajini, Karamchand, Chitrahaar, Chitramaala, Indradhanush: I remember that this had shown us computers then, a robot and time machine stuff, Kile ka rahasya, You and Your Pets- which used come during the movie intervals for 30 mins on Sundays ( I remember we used to so desparately wait for that to finish, just to keep track of the movie climax...hehehe ) and many more... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English Serials&lt;/span&gt;: UFO, Stratrek, Danger Bay, Secrets of the Sea, Street Hawk,, huh.. i love all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ads&lt;/span&gt;: Oh Gosh! i still remember the ads... Surf, Nirma, Rasna.. ( I love you Rasna)wow.. TATA namak.. namak ho tata ka tata namak...just used to love them like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to sing the full song of "Mile Sur Mera Tumahar" which had most of the Indian languages in it... My relatives when ever gathered together used to make me sing that song and were amazed by my memory and wordings of different languages i used to sing in.. exactly the same way.. i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss those programmes now. I strongly beleive that our childhood memories really have a very strong impact on our life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh! now is the time 2009, I do not have a TV set at home.. and am not repenting for that. As i do not think there are any such interesting programs coming, which i feel i miss out.... and now is the time that i Hate to watch it or do not have time or patience to watch it.. somehow i don't think that its a must for me. Well, it was just other way round many years back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel am fortunate enough that i had a very fun filled childhood. All thanks to my lovely parents for making it so happy.. :) Who never pressurised us for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s18poorni" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1454448368281324382?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1454448368281324382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1454448368281324382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1454448368281324382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1454448368281324382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-vision.html' title='Tell-a-vision!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkMTVgsKMSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/B6N-Iw6V3to/s72-c/old+tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1966363456727211975</id><published>2009-10-08T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:56:08.226+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairy Tales... My Favourite'/><title type='text'>What if there were no stories in our lives...????</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wonder if we all grew without listening to stories and not being lost in our own world.. i wonder how that world would be without any stories to tell or listen... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1966363456727211975?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1966363456727211975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1966363456727211975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1966363456727211975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1966363456727211975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-if-there-were-no-stories-in-our.html' title='What if there were no stories in our lives...????'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-9086256513317669655</id><published>2009-10-08T12:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:53:52.965+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairy Tales... My Favourite'/><title type='text'>Audio Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;http://librivox.org/adventures-of-pinocchio-by-c-collodi/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="complete-children"&gt;Children’s Literature&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click title for list of chapters and links to audio files&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/aesops-fables-menu/"&gt;Aesop. &lt;em&gt;Aesop’s Fables - Complete Menu (Volumes 1-12)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/robinson-crusoe-written-anew-for-children-by-james-baldwin/"&gt;Baldwin, James. &lt;em&gt;Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/dorothy-and-the-wizard-in-oz-by-l-frank-baum/"&gt;Baum, L. Frank. &lt;em&gt;Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/little-wizard-stories-of-oz-by-l-frank-baum/"&gt;Baum, L. Frank. &lt;em&gt;Little Wizard Stories of Oz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-marvelous-land-of-oz-by-l-frank-baum/"&gt;Baum, L. Frank. &lt;em&gt;The Marvelous Land of Oz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-lost-princess-of-oz-by-l-frank-baum/"&gt;Baum, L. Frank. &lt;em&gt;The Lost Princess of Oz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-road-to-oz-by-l-frank-baum/"&gt;Baum, L. Frank. &lt;em&gt;The Road to Oz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/sky-island-by-l-frank-baum/"&gt;Baum, L. Frank. &lt;em&gt;Sky Island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/johnny-crows-garden-by-l-leslie-brooke/"&gt;Brooke, L. Leslie. &lt;em&gt;Johnny Crow’s Garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/johnny-crows-party-by-l-leslie-brooke/"&gt;Brooke, L. Leslie. &lt;em&gt;Johnny Crow’s Party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-golden-goose-book-by-l-leslie-brooke/"&gt;Brooke, L. Leslie. &lt;em&gt;The Golden Goose Book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/three-little-pigs-by-l-leslie-brooke/"&gt;Brooke, Leslie L. &lt;em&gt;The Story of the Three Little Pigs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/more-goops-and-how-not-to-be-them-by-gelett-burgess/"&gt;Burgess, Gelett. &lt;em&gt;More Goops and How Not to Be Them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-goop-directory-by-gelett-burgess/"&gt;Burgess, Gelett. &lt;em&gt;The Goop Directory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/a-little-princess-by-frances-hodgson-burnett/"&gt;Burnett, Frances Hodgson. &lt;em&gt;A Little Princess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/sara-crewe-by-frances-hodgson-burnett/"&gt;Burnett, Frances Hodgson. &lt;em&gt;Sara Crewe: Or, What Happened at Miss Minchin’s Boarding School&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-secret-garden-by-frances-hodgson-burnett/"&gt;Burnett, Frances Hodgson. &lt;em&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/alices-adventures-in-wonderland-by-lewis-carroll"&gt;Carroll, Lewis. &lt;em&gt;Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/through-the-looking-glass-by-lewis-carroll/"&gt;Carroll, Lewis. &lt;em&gt;Through the Looking-Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/adventures-of-pinocchio-by-c-collodi/"&gt;Collodi, C .  (transl. Carol della Chiesa) &lt;em&gt;The Adventures of Pinocchio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/babys-own-aesop-by-walter-crane/"&gt;Crane, Walter. &lt;em&gt;Baby’s Own Aesop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/three-bears-by-w-w-denslow/"&gt;Denslow, W. W. &lt;em&gt;The Three Bears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-reluctant-dragon-by-kenneth-grahame/"&gt;Grahame, Kenneth. &lt;em&gt;The Reluctant Dragon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-wind-in-the-willows-by-kenneth-grahame/"&gt;Grahame, Kenneth. &lt;em&gt;The Wind in the Willows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-wind-in-the-willows-by-kenneth-grahame-2/"&gt;Grahame, Kenneth. &lt;em&gt;The Wind in the Willows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/fairy-tales-by-the-brothers-grimm/"&gt;Grimm, Jacob and Wilhelm. &lt;em&gt;Fairy Tales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/uncle-remus-by-joel-chandler-harris/"&gt;Harris, Joel Chandler. &lt;em&gt;Uncle Remus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/struwwelpeter-index/"&gt;Hoffman, Heinrich. &lt;em&gt;Struwwelpeter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-story-of-a-stuffed-elephant-by-laura-lee-hope/"&gt;Hope, Laura Lee. &lt;em&gt;The Story of a Stuffed Elephant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/just-so-stories-by-rudyard-kipling/"&gt;Kipling, Rudyard. &lt;em&gt;Just So Stories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/american-indian-fairy-tales-by-william-trowbridge-larned/"&gt;Larned, William Trowbridge. &lt;em&gt;American Indian Fairy Tales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-owl-and-the-pussycat-by-edward-lear/"&gt;Lear, Edward. &lt;em&gt;The Owl and the Pussycat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-story-of-doctor-dolittle-by-hugh-lofting/"&gt;Lofting, Hugh. &lt;em&gt;The Story of Doctor Dolittle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-light-princess-by-george-macdonald/"&gt;MacDonald, George. &lt;em&gt;The Light Princess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/our-island-story-part-1-by-he-marshall/"&gt;Marshall, H.E. &lt;em&gt;Our Island Story, Part 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/our-island-story-part-2-by-he-marshall/"&gt;Marshall, H.E. &lt;em&gt;Our Island Story, Part 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;duet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-golden-road-by-lucy-maud-montgomery/"&gt;Montgomery, Lucy Maud. &lt;em&gt;The Golden Road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-story-girl-by-lucy-maud-montgomery/"&gt;Montgomery, Lucy Maud. &lt;em&gt;The Story Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/twas-the-night-before-christmas-by-clement-c-moore/"&gt;Moore, Clement C. &lt;em&gt;‘Twas the Night Before Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-little-lame-prince-by-miss-mulock/"&gt;Mulock, Miss. &lt;em&gt;The Little Lame Prince&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/five-children-and-it-by-e-nesbit/"&gt;Nesbit, E. &lt;em&gt;Five Children and It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/railway-children-by-e-nesbit/"&gt;Nesbit, E. &lt;em&gt;Railway Children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-rocket-book-by-peter-newell/"&gt;Newell, Peter. &lt;em&gt;The Rocket Book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-slant-book-by-peter-newell/"&gt;Newell, Peter. &lt;em&gt;The Slant Book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/great-big-treasury-of-beatrix-potter/"&gt;Potter, Beatrix. &lt;em&gt;Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/rootabaga-stories-by-carl-sandburg/"&gt;Sandburg, Carl. &lt;em&gt;Rootabaga Stories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/black-beauty-by-anna-sewell/"&gt;Sewell, Anna. &lt;em&gt;Black Beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/five-little-peppers-and-how-they-grew-by-margaret-sidney/"&gt;Sidney, Margaret. &lt;em&gt;Five Little Peppers and How They Grew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/heidi-by-johanna-spyri-solo/"&gt;Spyri, Johanna. &lt;em&gt;Heidi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-cow-by-robert-louis-stevenson/"&gt;Stevenson, Robert Louis. &lt;em&gt;The Cow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/seven-little-australians-by-ethel-sybil-turner/"&gt;Turner, Ethel. &lt;em&gt;Seven Little Australians&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (solo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/tom-sawyer-by-mark-twain/"&gt;Twain, Mark. &lt;em&gt;The Adventures of Tom Sawyer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-velveteen-rabbit-duet-by-margery-williams/"&gt;Williams, Margery. &lt;em&gt;The Velveteen Rabbit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;duet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-velveteen-rabbit-by-margery-williams"&gt;Williams, Margery. &lt;em&gt;The Velveteen Rabbit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-canterville-ghost-by-oscar-wilde/"&gt;Wilde, Oscar. &lt;em&gt;The Canterville Ghost&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-happy-prince-and-other-tales-by-oscar-wilde/"&gt;Wilde, Oscar. &lt;em&gt;The Happy Prince and Other Tales&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-swiss-family-robinson-by-johann-david-wyss/"&gt; Wyss, Johann David.&lt;em&gt; The Swiss Family Robinson &lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teenagers might find these books especially appealing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/ragged-dick-by-horatio-alger-jr/"&gt;Alger, Horatio. &lt;em&gt;Ragged Dick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-gods-of-mars-by-edgar-rice-burroughs/"&gt;Burroughs, Edgar Rice. &lt;em&gt;The Gods of Mars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/a-princess-of-mars-by-edgar-rice-burroughs/"&gt;Burroughs, Edgar Rice. &lt;em&gt;A Princess of Mars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/robinson-crusoe-by-daniel-defoe/"&gt;Defoe, Daniel. &lt;em&gt;Robinson Crusoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/king-solomons-mines-by-haggard/"&gt;Haggard, H. Rider. &lt;em&gt;King Solomon’s Mines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/call-of-the-wild-by-jack-london/"&gt;London, Jack. &lt;em&gt;Call of the Wild&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/white-fang-by-jack-london/"&gt;London, Jack. &lt;em&gt;White Fang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/anne-of-green-gables-by-lucy-maud-montgomery/"&gt;Montgomery, Lucy Maud. &lt;em&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/anne-of-avonlea-by-lucy-maud-montgomery/"&gt;Montgomery, Lucy Maud. &lt;em&gt;Anne of Avonlea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/anne-of-the-island-by-lucy-maud-montgomery/"&gt;Montgomery, Lucy Maud. &lt;em&gt;Anne of the Island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/rilla-of-ingleside-by-lucy-maud-montgomery/"&gt;Montgomery, Lucy Maud. &lt;em&gt;Rilla of Ingleside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/treasure-island-by-robert-louis-stevenson/"&gt;Stevenson, Robert Louis. &lt;em&gt;Treasure Island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/a-girl-of-the-limberlost-by-gene-stratton-porter/"&gt;Stratton-Porter, Gene. &lt;em&gt;A Girl of the Limberlost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/a-connecticut-yankee-in-king-arthurs-court-by-mark-twain/"&gt;Twain, Mark. &lt;em&gt;A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-prince-and-the-pauper-by-mark-twain/"&gt;Twain, Mark. &lt;em&gt;The Prince and the Pauper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/war-of-the-worlds-solo-by-h-g-wells/"&gt;Wells, H.G. &lt;em&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-war-of-the-worlds-by-h-g-wells-group/"&gt;Wells, H.G. &lt;em&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://librivox.org/a-journey-to-the-interior-of-the-earth-by-jules-verne/"&gt;Verne, Jules. &lt;em&gt;A Journey to the Interior of the Earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-9086256513317669655?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;आया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कैसा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मोड़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आया&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;लगता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;खुशियों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;को&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;साथ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;छोड़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आया&lt;/span&gt; ||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;जब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;इस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मोड़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;खड़ी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;होती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हु&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ऐसा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लगता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कैसा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रूप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;चारो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तरफ़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धुप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धुप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;मीलों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तन्हाई&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तन्हाई&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;जैसे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ग़म&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;डेरे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सजाई&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;शिकायत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;फिर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ज़माने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हमसे&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span&gt;तोंबा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कैसा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रूप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;सूरज&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रोज़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;निकलना&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;और&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ढलना &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ऐसे&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span&gt;जैसे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दिल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जलना&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;और&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बुझाना &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;साथ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;छोडा&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span&gt;ऐसे&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;रूह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;साँस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रूठा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जैसे&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span&gt;तोंबा&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कैसा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रूप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;दोस्तों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;साथ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;क्या&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;दुश्मनों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आहात&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नहीं&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;अपना&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;किसको&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कहे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हम&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;जब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गैरों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आहाट&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नहीं&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कैसा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रूप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;सपने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;देखा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;करतें&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;थे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कभी&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;हकीकत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बदलेंगे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;इन्हे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सभी&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;क्यों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ऐसे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पेश&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आई&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;मौत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;को&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रास&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आई&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कैसा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रूप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दिल जिसको चाहा  ज़ार ज़ार ,&lt;br /&gt;होते गए वो दूर बार बार |&lt;br /&gt;बन गए हैं बोझ इस कदर अपनो  पर,&lt;br /&gt;जैसे कोई  हक नही रहा सपनो पर |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कैसा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रूप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;चारो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तरफ़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धुप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धुप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- पूर्णिमा, २००३&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-2751682942963122968?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2751682942963122968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=2751682942963122968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/2751682942963122968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/2751682942963122968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-is-my-life-turning-to.html' title='Where is my life turning to...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-7695199866194567993</id><published>2009-10-03T12:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:07:39.282+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I always feel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;I did write couple of poems... usually i get mood to write when the world sleeps and in that silence my thoughts come out of its cocoon.... so here it is ..  let me warn you if you are expecting something romantic then you are absolutely wrong.. because most of the times i write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poignant&lt;/span&gt; themes... i think this would better suit to those girls who are tired of seeing right guy to get married as per their parents choice... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;रेगिस्तान&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;दुनिया&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;इस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रेगिस्तान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;चलती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रहिहु&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धुप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सहती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हु&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;तपती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धुप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;उसपर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नंगे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पैर&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;आग&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तरह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जलती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रेत&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;युही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चली&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span&gt;जाराही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हु&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;हा&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;कह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सकतें&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;साथी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;उसे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;जो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मुझे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;उठाये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कुछ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दूर&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;आख़िर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;अपनी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पीठ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मेरा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बोज&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;उठता&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;माना&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रास्ते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पेड&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;आख़िर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;देतें&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;वो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;अपनी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ठंडी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चाव&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;मुझे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आगे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाना&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;माना&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हवा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तेज&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;मेरी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गर्मी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दूर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;करने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लिए&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;साथ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लाता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रेत&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;मेरी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आंखों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;झोंक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लिए&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;हाँ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;शाद्वल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नज़र&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दूर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पास&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आके&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;देखा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सराब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;इसी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;वेहेम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आगे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चली&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रहीहू&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मुझे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मिले&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;वो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;शाद्वल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कभी&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;रात&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;होती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;थोड़ा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सुकून&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मिलता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;क्योंकि&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span&gt;लगता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दुनिया&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नज़र&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बचूंगी&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;मैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;थोडी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;देर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लिए&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सही&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;फिर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सुबह&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;वाही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तपती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दुप&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;वाही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आग&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रेत&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कभी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आँख&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मिलाने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लिए&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ऊपर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;देखू&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;आँखे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मीचे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;उसकी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तीखी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;किरणों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;को&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पाती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;यु&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लगता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;को&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;कभी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;देख&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पाउंगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;आख़िर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चलूंगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;एक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दिन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;होजुंगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रेत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नीचे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दब&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;क्या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ख़ाक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जिया&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;क्या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चलने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लिए&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;और&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रास्ते&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;हाँ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;जब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;देखा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दुसरे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;खुश&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;अपने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सफर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मैंने&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाना&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;तब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बहुत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;देर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चिकि&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;थी&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;मेरे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पैर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ना&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;वो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ताकत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;थी&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ना&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दिल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हिम्मत&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;मेरे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लिए&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;वही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रेगिस्तान&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;वाही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धुप&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;और&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;परेशान&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                          - &lt;span&gt;पूर्णिमा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2005 at 11.45pm... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-7695199866194567993?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7695199866194567993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=7695199866194567993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7695199866194567993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7695199866194567993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-always-feel.html' title='I always feel....'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1859689210467969128</id><published>2009-09-30T11:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:54:51.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paparazzi Lyrics by Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s18poorni" target="_top"&gt;We are the crowd, we're c-comin' out&lt;br /&gt;Got my flash on, it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Need that &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(102, 102, 255); font-weight: 400; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia,Times,serif;font-size:11.7px;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"  &gt;picture of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so magical, we'd be so fantastical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather and jeans, garage glamorous&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what it means&lt;br /&gt;But this photo of us it don't have a price&lt;br /&gt;Ready for those flashing light&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know that baby, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(102, 102, 255); font-weight: 400; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia,Times,serif;font-size:11.7px;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"  &gt;love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Papa, &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your papa, &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise I'll be kind&lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop until that boy is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Papa, &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your girl backstage at your show&lt;br /&gt;Velvet ropes and guitars&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cause you're my rock star in between the sets&lt;br /&gt;Eyeliner and cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt; mp3 http://igetmp3.blogspot.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow is burnt, yellow dance and we turn&lt;br /&gt;My lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry&lt;br /&gt;It don't have a price, loving you is cherry pie&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know that baby, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Papa, &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your papa, &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise I'll be kind&lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop until that boy is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Papa, &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real good, we dance in the studio&lt;br /&gt;Snap, snap to that shit on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop for anyone&lt;br /&gt;We're plastic but we still have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Papa, &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your papa, &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise I'll be kind&lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop until that boy is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Papa, &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1859689210467969128?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1859689210467969128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1859689210467969128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1859689210467969128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://s18.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s18poorni" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically, "One man's food is another man's poison"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-7234110144999228341?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7234110144999228341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=7234110144999228341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7234110144999228341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7234110144999228341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-matters-to-you-doesnt-matter-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-6264540930714179218</id><published>2009-09-15T10:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:57:46.367+05:30</updated><title type='text'>God's Grace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two days back I and My Dad were discussing about God's grace on blessed people.. as always he talks about the grace of his Guru on him... i  spontaneously came up with this example. As we know only the fact that only iron gets attracted to the Magnet.. likewise only blessed people or one who strives to get the grace of God will get attracted to Him. This sounded so very true to me and my dad. I said other than iron.. like plastic, paper will not get attracted by magnet. So i compared the God to a Huge magnet and fortunate people as iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sq8rHT5ZenI/AAAAAAAAAgY/pm8jOGNPxvk/s1600-h/magnet-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sq8rHT5ZenI/AAAAAAAAAgY/pm8jOGNPxvk/s200/magnet-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381567484331129458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the iron can be molded to desired shape only when its hot. Same way God examines his "true devotees" with all sorts of problems and then he molds them as He wants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sq8rNx9gRLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aqPnwHH_-qo/s1600-h/son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sq8rNx9gRLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/aqPnwHH_-qo/s200/son.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381567595480630450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So finally to earn His grace we need to go through all possible and impossible difficulties and finally its the ultimate aim of every human being to get the ultimate peace in life. This ray of hope keeps us going, that one or the other day I will succeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am getting the feeling that am getting too philosophical as usual. May His grace be on everyone to overcome any kind of difficulties in our life. God Bless You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-6264540930714179218?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6264540930714179218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=6264540930714179218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/6264540930714179218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/6264540930714179218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/09/gods-grace.html' title='God&apos;s Grace!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sq8rHT5ZenI/AAAAAAAAAgY/pm8jOGNPxvk/s72-c/magnet-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4672092544130917942</id><published>2009-09-04T12:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:43:31.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are Marriages really made in Heaven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If so then why do Divorce take place... and why people marry more than once ...? If the bondage is for lifelong.. or as per our Hindu culture its for seven births.. then why the relationships change on earth? Extramarital affairs and what not.. where all these concepts came from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SqC8F8L3XII/AAAAAAAAAfw/bETnxYXQfqQ/s1600-h/generals_daughters_marraige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SqC8F8L3XII/AAAAAAAAAfw/bETnxYXQfqQ/s200/generals_daughters_marraige.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377504765321632898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both couples if honest will be thinking that their relationship is going to last forever. But who knows what turns to worse and how things change in life. But the one who is honest in the relationship is most hurt and it becomes so difficult to believe that fact that their relationship no more exists. But the cheater easily moves out... but one or the other day s/he will realize mistake and s/he cannot come back to that relation.... so sad..  ..huh! nothing is for sure in these days.. anything can happen and change which even we do not be ready to accept the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SqC8ka0acAI/AAAAAAAAAf4/j1_uMp-qGg4/s1600-h/divorce_cartoon.104222246_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SqC8ka0acAI/AAAAAAAAAf4/j1_uMp-qGg4/s200/divorce_cartoon.104222246_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377505288940843010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do marriages or pairs made up above in heaven? does this statement hold any grounds in these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-4672092544130917942?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4672092544130917942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=4672092544130917942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4672092544130917942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4672092544130917942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-marriages-really-made-in-heaven.html' title='Are Marriages really made in Heaven?'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SqC8F8L3XII/AAAAAAAAAfw/bETnxYXQfqQ/s72-c/generals_daughters_marraige.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-185565635226251219</id><published>2009-08-27T12:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:58:56.589+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Very true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s hard to wait around for something that you know may never happen, but it’s even harder when you know its everything you want!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-185565635226251219?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/185565635226251219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=185565635226251219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/185565635226251219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/185565635226251219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-true_7891.html' title='Very true...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-98354830809217607</id><published>2009-08-26T09:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:45:06.295+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Be /  Not  To Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;I am sure this statement might have stroked to people many a times in there life. This seems to be so very true.. many times we are just unable to make any decision.. and kind of lost. Whatever decision we take will affect negatively or positively in our rest of our life. I think everything is decided by that God for us.. but still we think we decide... and proceed how foolish is human being. Some times we do not want to do certain things, but still we do that.. i donno why.. and we call it helplessness... when we know that humans are so helpless at times, but he still thinks he  is superior animal... nothing lies in our hands. I am very well realizing that we are just mere puppets to dance to the tunes of that Almighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-98354830809217607?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/98354830809217607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=98354830809217607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/98354830809217607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/98354830809217607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-be-not-to-be.html' title='To Be /  Not  To Be...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-2014695928022684806</id><published>2009-08-17T13:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:23:33.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am Fighting  Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;Its so difficult to fight back against the system of this Indian  society.... being a woman is still more like a curse. but yes, i am trying to do that and the fun behind doing is inexplicable. I am enjoying it... am kind of feeling better and more confident. Its making me more stronger day by day.... all thanks to my genes.. i woe to my granny...... now all my family members are saying that my grand mother is born again seeing all my activities, my talks and all and am equally proud of it and my grand mother has now totally become my role model, though i spent very less time with her in my early childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my family members and friends for supporting me in my rough times in Life. i feel God is showering his blessings by giving me more troubles and also giving me strength to over come difficulties. I feel am blessed.. am glad...in this tough time too.. i think very few people have this daring to do what they want to do, still with family support.. am fortunate enough for that matter... i think this is the best Birthday Gift for me from God so far.... i feel this as my honest gratitude to that almighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-2014695928022684806?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2014695928022684806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=2014695928022684806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/2014695928022684806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/2014695928022684806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/08/fight-back.html' title='I am Fighting  Back!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-1644026218350977517</id><published>2009-08-05T11:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:31:10.208+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What to write.. huh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;Dear Reader/Visitor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I extremely apologize for repeatedly posting sad views of mine... Please do not label me as sadist.. am totally not.. rather am a fun loving person. But life is not always bed of roses.. we all know that. I also feel that some time i  should also share some happy moments too... but for the time being you have to bear with my sad stuff only... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing down my life story today, but some what feeling down and not able to make it. If  i start writing.. its like endless story. But i wish i could write down my story and feel like getting feedback from various people. Unfortunately i have less visitors to my blog though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, life never went on track the way i wanted it to be. No matter how hard i try. We forget that the next person does not necessarily think the same way as i do. Its like "one man's food is another man's poison".... i wish this world would not have had any problems at all. It would be filled with peace and love for ever for each and every creature on the mother earth.... life should be as beautiful as flower, but it fades...no sorrows.. no pain.. but yes if "No Pain, No Gain"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will surely some day put up my story on my blog... whenever i feel like will do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am remembering yet another sad song of Kishore da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mera Jeevan Kora Kagaz, Kora Hi reh Gaya..&lt;br /&gt;Jo likha tha.. aasun ke sang beh gaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a wonderful song.. i wonder how the lyrics can have such a capacity to express one's feeling so perfectly.... Yes, we Indians eat, drink and Live Cinema..... after all our lives are like a Cinema and we have to do the justice to our roles anyway.. Life moves on... and on.. no matter what happens.. so many disasters happened, but we never stop living and losing hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we lost in our own world and in our own problems? There are so many needy who needs help.. why cant we help them out.. and look for our happiness in them? God! you would have been that kind enough to grant this feeling in today's people..... i wish you could have .. i wish.. i wish.. i wish...."Loka samastha Sukhino Bhavantu", "Sarve Jana Sukhino Bhavantu".. i think we all have forgotten such magical words.. and knowledge in THIS busy corrupted World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat food for our BODY, but forget to feed our SOUL so lazily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1644026218350977517?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1644026218350977517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1644026218350977517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1644026218350977517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1644026218350977517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-to-write-huh.html' title='What to write.. huh!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4235754537508807789</id><published>2009-07-30T09:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:50:31.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How innocence is getting slaughtered everyday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;Well, when its all about feeling down, loneliness and sad... i  am still somehow trying to move on in life. But i now very well experienced that its very easy to give opinion on anything and everything, but its very tough to live with all the problems you have in your life. While with me heart heavy and tears in my eyes filled forever as usual... thinking about my personal life was heading to the office today morning. When my shuttle reaches Adugodi everyday my eyes fall on that butcher shop and i try to turn my face the other side just to avoid to see those killed animals hanging. Which makes me feel sad all the time, everyday i try to avoid seeing that side, but still i am used to take my seat that side just because i always sit there. It had become quite a favorite place for me in the shuttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How brutal it looks.. how can man be so selfish? and how can he eat something he killed so brutally? shame on humans..yuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEiEUhK0hI/AAAAAAAAAc4/TpCmbKzGrNc/s1600-h/345268079MQmbvf_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SnEiEUhK0hI/AAAAAAAAAc4/TpCmbKzGrNc/s200/345268079MQmbvf_ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364106088797622802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today to my surprise.. i would rather call it a shock that i happen to see the butcher trying to kill that poor innocent goat, which was like half dead and was moving with the pain of the weapon he used to kill it. He was just stamping on it and trying to control its movements. I felt so bad and that situation very well reflected with that of mine. I was so much feeling like that goat in life now, struggling to survive and someone is just trying to kill me ( i mean that someone taking away my freedom, authorizing my life.. or ruling my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that its the bread and butter of that butcher, but what is the need of having this kind of bread and butter by killing any innocent animal? He can still survive without doing this by choosing something good in life. My heart was mourning for the helplessness of that poor goat. My tears just shed themselves silently  and wished that goat is freed off from THIS CRUEL WORLD! May its soul rest in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Stop slaughtering the innocent animals... Go Vegetarian.. be civilized humans than a stone age man! Live and Let Live... you do not have any right to take away the life when you cannot give it. Grow up people grow up.. its never late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-4235754537508807789?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4235754537508807789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=4235754537508807789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4235754537508807789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4235754537508807789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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kaisa safar.... this song is kind of my present situation in life... thanks to the writer and the singer (Kishore Da) for making it so real and heart touching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-1926317078519545895?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1926317078519545895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=1926317078519545895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1926317078519545895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/1926317078519545895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/07/zindagi-ka-safar.html' title='Zindagi ka safar...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-7296942595391207862</id><published>2009-07-28T10:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:49:40.172+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zindagi ka safar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;Zindagi ka safar hain yeh kaisa safar&lt;br /&gt;Koi samjha nahin koi jaana nahi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai yeh kaisi yeh dagar,&lt;br /&gt;Chalte hain sab magar&lt;br /&gt;Koi samjha nahin koi jaana nahin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi ko bahut pyar humne diya..&lt;br /&gt;Maut se bhi mohobbat nibhayenge hum...&lt;br /&gt;Rotee rotee zamane mein aai magar&lt;br /&gt;Hasate hasate zamane se jaayenge  hum...&lt;br /&gt;Jayange par kidhar hain kisi yeh khabar...&lt;br /&gt;Koi samjha nahi koi jaana nahin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aise jeevan bhi hain jo jeeye hi nahin...&lt;br /&gt;Jinko jeene se he pehle hi maut aagai&lt;br /&gt;Phool aise bhi hain jo khile hi nahi&lt;br /&gt;Jinko khilne se pehle phiza kha gai&lt;br /&gt;Hain pareshan nazar, thak gai chaar agar&lt;br /&gt;Koi samjha nahi koi jaana nahin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now this song very well signifies my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the writer and singer ( Kishore Da) for making it so real and heart touching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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safar...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-9104979025810919160</id><published>2009-07-28T09:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:50:22.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE / HATE...Am Lost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;I am kind of lost in life... as this is not a new feeling for me though. Many a times i do not realize what am doing...? and am least bothered about it. and just leave it and keep worrying about what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realize the importance of something when its not there in front of us.. we kind of miss it. but when the same thing is around we take it for granted and neglect it. Its damn human nature to be that way. But how long will this ignorance go on....? Men should realize its importance when its right there with them... I think this is the reason to be sad about certain things or people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep thinking about the person always...&lt;br /&gt;1) Whom we hate the most&lt;br /&gt;2) Whom we love the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our mind kind of becomes so much conscious about the person ( whom we love or hate ) in his/her presence and mind gets confused/frustrated/worried and all sort of things happen in mind totally it takes away the peace out of our mind.. i wonder why it all happens.. why can't we control all these feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel i love that person the most.. when i think about the good things about him/her. But the same thing applies to hate if some gray memories haunt (Always applies to me) my mind. So it becomes so very difficult to decide about  whether i love or hate that person in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just keep on thinking forever to decide on this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-9104979025810919160?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/9104979025810919160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=9104979025810919160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/9104979025810919160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/9104979025810919160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-lost.html' title='LOVE / HATE...Am Lost!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-7712663688845396577</id><published>2009-07-09T09:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:41:32.644+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Michael's Ghost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;Now that am alone for few days at home, as my hubby is away for his PhD work. So now all those scary thoughts and feeling haunt me again. Yesterday itself i read on the internet that Michael Jackson's spirit is haunting his own home in Neverland, USA. And that wasn't enough to quench my curiosity adding to that i even went ahead and saw the video clipping and added on to my facebook, just to share with my friends out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SlV3nHvMFrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XLvKw4BbPf0/s1600-h/mjjghost_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SlV3nHvMFrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XLvKw4BbPf0/s200/mjjghost_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356318845802649266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But unfortunately that image kept on coming in front of my eyes at night... and kind of scared me... not totally scared but kinda got curious that was that really true? and started to think about all nonsense stuff (Which i feel now next day morning) which totally deep rooted then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind questions: is there life after death? Where do all of them move out of this world after they die?... blah blah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i never realized when i went to sleep... But luckily did not get any scary dream that night, which i usually get when i see something scary or that which my subconscious mind has recorded for me to remind me later.. :)  Whether good or bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this bad tendency of remembering most of the things i see, do and hear about.... which will be recorded in my mind forever. Thats the reason i cannot easily forgive people who hurt me... and i suffer with that feeling for LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-7712663688845396577?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7712663688845396577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=7712663688845396577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7712663688845396577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7712663688845396577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/07/michales-ghost.html' title='Michael&apos;s Ghost!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SlV3nHvMFrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XLvKw4BbPf0/s72-c/mjjghost_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-3542151939476463735</id><published>2009-07-08T13:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:26:13.335+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kannada Barutha??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A geeky peek into Bangalore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaah! I am sure most of you in Bangalore would have heard this, but what is Kannada Barutha? Here it goes. Bangalore, the IT capital of India, the silicon city and now a Metro city opened its gates to almost all kinds of people. Very evidently the recent poll census proved that there are only 47 per cent of original inhabitants in Bangalore/Bengaluru. The life style of the city has seen a gradual change with Pizza Corners replacing MTRs, classy eat outs replacing Vidyarthi Bhavans and flashy pubs replacing all our Mahalakshmi wine shops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Change is inevitable from the days of BEML, HAL and BHEL to Infosys, WIPRO; Bangalore has a new look now on the world map. Gone are the days where a typical Sunday for any Bangalorean was a nice romantic walk on the pavements of Lal Bagh, rave idli and coffee.. at the nearest yet old looking MTR and a wonderful Annavra film either at Santosh or central talkies. Today’s Bangalore is deluged in traffic, stress and pressure, Saturday nights without beer is desolate and a Sunday without a visit to either a nearest spa or health clinic is schlocky!! The Gandhibazars are now AC cooled super markets, Majestic is now replaced by ultra modern and diversified Brigade road, Sri Cauvery coffee joint is now Coffee Day..* and Bhagyalakshmi Coffee Adda.. is now Barista. With globalisation and more retail market the city will definitely see more forceful changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Have all these changed our language? Kannada the local language of Bangalore is supposed to be one of the most meaningful languages, it also has an unique script as compared to its other counterparts; but what percentage of people really use Kannada in Bangalore now? The figures are staggering, only 37 per cent of people speak Kannada in the state’s capital, for the rest it is only ‘Kannada Barutha?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Any normal guy starts with this sentence ‘Kannada Barutha?’ while talking to other person, people confirm before they speak the language. You want to ask an address in Bangalore or reply to a question, then English is the most preferred language other than Hindi. It’s a famous fact that two Kannidagas in an IT company always talk in a neutral language!! even the vendors and shop keepers are channelled with this new wave, the moment when you step in any shop in Bangalore, you are always asked ‘Kannada Barutha?’ or the entire conversation takes place in non-Kannada languages. People have lost confidence about speaking in the local language and moreover speaking Kannada on the streets of M G Road or Koramangala is substandard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Shopping malls in the city have been completely banned from using Kannada, not a forced one but definitely an adapted one. One has to confirm that the other person knows the language before he starts using any language. ‘Ondu glass beer’ is a insult when it comes to any decorous pub in Bangalore. ‘Swalpa menu card kodthira..??’ has been replaced by ‘Can I have the menu card please?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Just to hit some facts, Marathi is still the largest and common speaking language in Mumbai even though Mumbai has the highest number of inhabitants. Telugu is a practised ritual in yet another IT hub Hyderabad. When it comes to Tamil Nadu, beware you can be alive either if you are a fan of Rajnikanth or you know Tamil. Malyalam runs in the blood of every Mallu be it Kuwait, Dubai or any hospital; but when it comes to Kannada it is always ‘Kannada Barutha?’ and next is ‘Namaskara.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   I am neither a Kannada activist nor do I run any Kannada supporting organisation, I am just a plebeian who loves the language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Globalisation is the trend and modernisation is the mantra but at the cost the language? Sounds no logic.. Is speaking Kannada down market? The answer has to be found within oneself. Next time when you hear ‘Kannada Barutha?’ you just remember that Kannada runs in your blood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: Bangalore Mirror, Dt:July 8th 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-3542151939476463735?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3542151939476463735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=3542151939476463735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3542151939476463735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3542151939476463735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/07/kannada-barutha.html' title='Kannada Barutha??'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-606747544922063637</id><published>2009-06-30T15:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:12:24.525+05:30</updated><title type='text'>दो दिन की ज़िन्दगी !</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;ये करे और वो  करे, ऐसा करे, वैसा करे,&lt;br /&gt;ज़िन्दगी दो दिन की हैं,&lt;br /&gt;दो दिन में हम क्या क्या करे ?&lt;br /&gt;क्या करे , क्या न करे ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ಜೀವನನೆ ಇಷ್ಟು ... ಏನ್ ಮಾಡಬೇಕೋ ಏನ್ ಮಾಡ ಬಾರದೋ...&lt;br /&gt;ಇದೆ ಯೋಚನೆ ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಜೀವನ ಮುಗುಧೋಗುತ್ತೆ ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-606747544922063637?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/606747544922063637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=606747544922063637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/606747544922063637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/606747544922063637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='दो दिन की ज़िन्दगी !'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-2572096420553950404</id><published>2009-06-30T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:24:24.852+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Graveyards I pass by everyday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Skmq7f7dMII/AAAAAAAAAco/3E1zDXRZ548/s1600-h/graveyard-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Skmq7f7dMII/AAAAAAAAAco/3E1zDXRZ548/s200/graveyard-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352997571266424962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyday i pass by the graveyards of Hindu, Muslim and Christians, while am on my way to office. In the beginning i used to feel scared of these places and lot of negative thoughts used to haunt me. Even today these thoughts haunt my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkmqyAZ5OeI/AAAAAAAAAcg/u-k_NFHpKI4/s1600-h/DSCN1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkmqyAZ5OeI/AAAAAAAAAcg/u-k_NFHpKI4/s200/DSCN1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352997408185334242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day while i was on my way back to home, i received a call from my hubby .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Husband- "where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Harishchandra Ghat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my cab was just passing by Harishchandra Ghat, a Hindu burial place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Husband - Are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;Me - No, am serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he might have felt something strange, as we a fight last night. And i was depressed as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkmqxxyxmoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iQ0ZDXBK5wQ/s1600-h/800px-Jannatul_Baqi_Graveyard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/SkmqxxyxmoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iQ0ZDXBK5wQ/s200/800px-Jannatul_Baqi_Graveyard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352997404263160450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I keep thinking that what if I die the next moment?&lt;br /&gt;Feel shocked and feel that I haven't lived my complete life yet!&lt;br /&gt;But then I also feel prepared for my death anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - What if am dead very soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Husband - Silent! says if you are talking such rubbish things, then please don't. Gives a sad look to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - I feel kind of happy that he has concern for me and going to miss me. Though not sure that he is gonna stay single after my gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Skmqxwg-IZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Nj3smKOw6h0/s1600-h/205466785_2548eedc98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Skmqxwg-IZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Nj3smKOw6h0/s200/205466785_2548eedc98.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352997403920048530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;I fear to lose my loved ones, but feel that everybody has to die one or the other day. These graveyards scare me because I do not want to lose my loved ones, instead prefer go first from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier graveyards used to be outside the city. Now they are at the center of the city. We can imagine how the population is exponentially growing. The death rates have gone down due to advanced medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times i feel that where all humans are chasing themselves to? why all these fights and differences? why this jealousy? When everything is so short lived on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we care for our skin and looks so much, which is finally going to be destroyed into ashes one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still there are so many products in the market to make oneself beautiful... huh.. everything seems meaningless to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people may say that as long as we are alive we need to look good feel good... yes i agree but not be always thinking and working towards it and waste our precious time as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now are the days, I feel that these are the most safest places on the earth, with full of peace and silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that life is so short... and our desires are endless... the people i saw last year, month or day are not there today. Where all of them are gone? I keep wondering. In this cycle of life and death everything is so temporary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a kannada song i remember "allide namma mane, illige bandevu summane" ( Our Home is up somewhere in the sky, and we have come here just like that to visit) sounds so very true indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All such thoughts pass by as i pass by these graveyards, every single day! huh... these thoughts are haunting me, rather than the spirits of these graveyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big sigh.......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-2572096420553950404?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2572096420553950404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=2572096420553950404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/2572096420553950404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/2572096420553950404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-graveyard.html' title='Graveyards I pass by everyday...'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Skmq7f7dMII/AAAAAAAAAco/3E1zDXRZ548/s72-c/graveyard-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-2865617475598236508</id><published>2009-06-25T12:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:28:27.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;I am kinda happy today, though i don't know the reason why? I think many things in life do not have a reason to be the way they are, and i like it that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-2865617475598236508?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2865617475598236508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=2865617475598236508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/2865617475598236508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/2865617475598236508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/feeling-good-today.html' title='Feeling Good Today!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-7499469422585499821</id><published>2009-06-24T15:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:26:25.824+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why it happens only with me always?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;Normally when simple things work easily for people, it doesn't for me. I wonder why it always happens with me. Take for instance adding this simple option called reactions to my blog  is not happening.... :( in spite of trying so many times, checking all the settings, no matter how hard i try things do not just work for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-7499469422585499821?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7499469422585499821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=7499469422585499821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7499469422585499821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/7499469422585499821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-it-happens-only-with-me.html' title='Why it happens only with me always?'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-5491235549313751224</id><published>2009-06-15T16:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:12:10.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Got New Look for Myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;At last my dream since so long came true. I got streaks done to my hair. Thanks to my friend Gombi for accompanying me. It costed me 1500 including all taxes. It took 3 hours for hair cut, wash and colouring.. its too long to get it done.. But the result is good... everyone in my office liked it and i love it too :) and also did nice shopping for my parents and hubby as well. And not to forget i also shopped for Gombi which brought a big nice smile on her face which i liked it that way! hope she also settles down well in life ASAP...&lt;br /&gt;I now want to surprise my parents as well .... :) hope they also like it.. .am sure they are not going to... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2009 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-5491235549313751224?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5491235549313751224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=5491235549313751224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5491235549313751224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5491235549313751224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-new-look-for-myself.html' title='Got New Look for Myself!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-6294679758618613439</id><published>2009-06-10T10:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:23:44.742+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yeahhhhh! Its June 10th! Time to celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Si8-E_CDY_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/RHGZZF8OCA8/s1600-h/ONE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Si8-E_CDY_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/RHGZZF8OCA8/s200/ONE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345559538072511474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Parents 38th Wedding Anniversary Today! They got married on June 10th 1971&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Si8963FSe-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/by2fXsoJ8zE/s1600-h/TWO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Si8963FSe-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/by2fXsoJ8zE/s200/TWO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345559364139908066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its June 10th 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh! 38 Years of Marriage..... Great.. Keep Going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  just called them and wished them, and had already sent a card few days back in advance... they are just happy with that. But I feel I could have treated them with some more special things in life, but unfortunately I could not make it. But they are just contented with my small personalized card and my wishes over phone. They need to be celebrated for them being together for so long. And I wish them many more happy anniversaries to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-6294679758618613439?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6294679758618613439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=6294679758618613439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/6294679758618613439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/6294679758618613439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/mp-parents-38th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='Yeahhhhh! Its June 10th! Time to celebrate!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Si8-E_CDY_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/RHGZZF8OCA8/s72-c/ONE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-5271812252223547993</id><published>2009-06-10T10:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:25:36.501+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Completed 1 month of my Diet Plan Successfully</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just today I completed my one month of weight loss plan diet. I just cannot believe myself that I can stay without my breakfast and dinner for a month! I remember there were times when I could not tolerate my hunger for few minutes delay in eating my food. But I still survive! And I already lost 2.5 kgs without any exercise.. isn't that great!.. yes it is for me at least and still going to be on it till I reach my target. Its a challenge to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-5271812252223547993?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5271812252223547993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=5271812252223547993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5271812252223547993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5271812252223547993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/completed-1-month-of-my-diet-plan.html' title='Completed 1 month of my Diet Plan Successfully'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-240977863873216735</id><published>2009-05-29T10:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:35:09.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is what i got on Facebook for me.. very close to reality actually.. hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh9s8HENzSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Vfwr6DvT46A/s1600-h/mirchi+poornima.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh9s8HENzSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Vfwr6DvT46A/s200/mirchi+poornima.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341107463029378338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-240977863873216735?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/240977863873216735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=240977863873216735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/240977863873216735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/240977863873216735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-what-i-got-on-facebook-for-me.html' title='This is what i got on Facebook for me.. very close to reality actually.. hmm'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh9s8HENzSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Vfwr6DvT46A/s72-c/mirchi+poornima.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-4248563633335773463</id><published>2009-05-27T15:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:23:20.799+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I clicked'/><title type='text'>Pictures i clicked from my Mobile .. Some New Some Old.. huh!</title><content type='html'>Just trying my hands on photography.. Initially I am clicking life around me....its all just the beginning.. lets see how far will i continue to click.... :) but i enjoy clicking...click.. click..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0PdjJQj8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/7Q1q5bSO29Y/s1600-h/SPM_A0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0PdjJQj8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/7Q1q5bSO29Y/s200/SPM_A0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340441733455974338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the cats which used to visit our home in Dharwad,.. i used to call this one as Firangi Cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0Pdd_xtPI/AAAAAAAAAW0/M-CeKKvWzyk/s1600-h/SP_A0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0Pdd_xtPI/AAAAAAAAAW0/M-CeKKvWzyk/s200/SP_A0699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340441732074026226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepotsav in Ganesh Temple near my home in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0PdF10eUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gPmC8r9YghA/s1600-h/SP_A0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0PdF10eUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gPmC8r9YghA/s200/SP_A0542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340441725589813570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolls beautifully arranged during Dasara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0PdPbpwKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/J92Z_VkW4YQ/s1600-h/SP_A0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0PdPbpwKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/J92Z_VkW4YQ/s200/SP_A0494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340441728164413602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty Monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0JaTfU24I/AAAAAAAAAWc/d2_czRaWLTo/s1600-h/SP_A0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0JaTfU24I/AAAAAAAAAWc/d2_czRaWLTo/s200/SP_A0429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340435080644189058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly blossomed in a house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0JaCm1opI/AAAAAAAAAWU/tHsp-EL7yYs/s1600-h/SP_A0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0JaCm1opI/AAAAAAAAAWU/tHsp-EL7yYs/s200/SP_A0421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340435076112294546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow and Calf.. near a hotel in Bangalore.. loved the caring mother cow to its calf... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-4248563633335773463?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4248563633335773463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=4248563633335773463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4248563633335773463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/4248563633335773463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-i-clicked-from-my-mobile.html' title='Pictures i clicked from my Mobile .. Some New Some Old.. huh!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/Sh0PdjJQj8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/7Q1q5bSO29Y/s72-c/SPM_A0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-803632997946429076</id><published>2009-05-25T10:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:02:04.637+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strange but TRUE....</title><content type='html'>Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-803632997946429076?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/803632997946429076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=803632997946429076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/803632997946429076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/803632997946429076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/05/strange-but-true.html' title='Strange but TRUE....'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-9202348286205670657</id><published>2009-05-20T15:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:14:56.187+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Found one of my Univerity mates on Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was just doing my search for my friends i know and the one i was fascinated and liked about. So i finally came across this Sirsi girl.. whom I always wondered about her beauty and intelligence. She is Seema Hegde.. gold medalist for Economics.. and i heard that she also completed her PhD as well. We both passed out same year with different branches. Its almost 8 to 9 years we completed our Masters and it seems to be a matter of  yesterday for me. I like this doll like fair thin girl. Though she looked small and weak, but supposed to very strong by mind. Thats the evidence that she is now staying in Tokyo with her husband. I can never imagine myself in Tokyo. You can manage with America, Canada, Muslim countries... but China, Japan...!!!! its the toughest language to understand. I wonder how she is managing herself there. Hope to be in touch with her and want to know so many things from her too. Am just looking forward for the comment i left in her lovely Kanglish blog... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-9202348286205670657?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/9202348286205670657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=9202348286205670657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/9202348286205670657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/9202348286205670657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/05/found-one-of-my-univerity-mate-on-blog.html' title='Found one of my Univerity mates on Blog!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-9222730593485931886</id><published>2009-05-19T10:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:28:15.398+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My teeth.. ahhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So finally i have to get one of my molars RTC (Root Canal Treatment) done... ! oops! i cloud not escape from dentist... Now i wonder if there were no doctors or dentists particularly how the world would be? Its really difficult though. Today am gonna get my capping done my third and final sitting with a dentist. This is my first RTC... :),  Gosh, its very expensive, but thanks to my company its reimbursing me... yeah!... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-9222730593485931886?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/9222730593485931886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=9222730593485931886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/9222730593485931886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/9222730593485931886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-teeth-ahhhhh.html' title='My teeth.. ahhhhh!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-3417324266158968036</id><published>2009-05-19T10:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:28:49.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Started Weight Loss Programe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, I have just started my weight loss program referred by one of friends sister who is in Australia. Initially i just thought that its also like any other weight loss management. which demands strict diet and cannot escape from my hunger. But still my mind gave a second thought to try on it. And also though of being a distributor will get 25% discount and can at least save bit of money and can also to have something safer side if i do not have job to do in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So started my program on 9th of May 2009, and today its 19th May 2009 and have lost 2.5 Kgs so far and am still going on and sticking to the plan. Its amazing, as i never reduced a millimeter so far in my life. Hope to look and feel good in coming near future. All thanks to that cute dimpled Rohini. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-3417324266158968036?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3417324266158968036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=3417324266158968036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3417324266158968036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/3417324266158968036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/05/started-weight-loss-programe.html' title='Started Weight Loss Programe!'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-127603173683048705</id><published>2009-04-29T14:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:29:16.718+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering about AI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie Artificial Intelligence... what a lovely concept.. and very well directed by Steven Spielberg... I love the boy in the movie.. i wonder how he knows all his acting skills so early? thats what we say its talent... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-127603173683048705?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/127603173683048705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=127603173683048705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/127603173683048705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/127603173683048705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-wondering-about-ai.html' title='Just wondering about AI'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-5169355489872351521</id><published>2009-04-29T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:51:06.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Flicker</title><content type='html'>http://www.flickr.com/photos/poornimay17/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-5169355489872351521?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5169355489872351521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=5169355489872351521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5169355489872351521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/5169355489872351521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-flicker.html' title='My Flicker'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-8345227252534515146</id><published>2009-03-20T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:40:54.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why people turn so selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes i do agree that everyone is selfish, but why to such an extent? Can't we be at least a bit generous to help others if we can sometimes, though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3344600101430069578-8345227252534515146?l=poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8345227252534515146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3344600101430069578&amp;postID=8345227252534515146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8345227252534515146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3344600101430069578/posts/default/8345227252534515146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poornimakulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-people-turn-so-selfish.html' title='Why people turn so selfish'/><author><name>Meethi Imli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123152436578063692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1aJRc960Rs/S4ypDWB1HSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/h1IMu5_P3ds/S220/SP_A1089.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344600101430069578.post-8895440020439901108</id><published>2008-08-07T15:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:20:56.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rapunzel treases</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://storynory.com/wp-content/plugins/audio-player/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" width="290" height="24"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://storynory.com/wp-content/plugins/audio-player/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xf8f8f8&amp;amp;leftbg=0xaddf8c&amp;amp;lefticon=0x666666&amp;amp;rightbg=0x8cb2de&amp;amp;rightbghover=0x999999&amp;amp;righticon=0x666666&amp;amp;righticonhover=0xffffff&amp;amp;text=0x666666&amp;amp;slider=0x666666&amp;amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;border=0x666666&amp;amp;loader=0x9FFFB8&amp;amp;soundFile=http%3A%2F%2Fcdn.libsyn.com%2Fblogrelations%2Frapunzel.mp3"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/002.txt"&gt;Our Lady's Child&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/003.txt"&gt;The Story of a Youth Who Went Forth to Learn What Fear Was&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/004.txt"&gt;The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/005.txt"&gt;Faithful John&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/006.txt"&gt;The Good Bargain&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/007.txt"&gt;The Twelve Brothers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/008.txt"&gt;Brother and Sister&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/009.txt"&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/010.txt"&gt;The Three Little Men in the Wood&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/011.txt"&gt;The Three Spinners&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/012.txt"&gt;Hansel and Grethel&lt;/a&gt; (called Gretel in this version) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/013.txt"&gt;The Three Snake-Leaves&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/014.txt"&gt;The White Snake&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/015.txt"&gt;The Valiant Little Tailor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/016.txt"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/017.txt"&gt;The Riddle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/018.txt"&gt;Mother Holle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/019.txt"&gt;The Seven Ravens&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/020.txt"&gt;Little Red-Cap&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/021.txt"&gt;The Singing Bone&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/022.txt"&gt;The Devil with the Three Golden Hairs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/023.txt"&gt;The Girl Without Hands&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/024.txt"&gt;Clever Hans&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/025.txt"&gt;The Three Languages&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/026.txt"&gt;Clever Elsie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/027.txt"&gt;The Wishing-Table, The Gold-Ass, and The Cudgel in the Sack&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/028.txt"&gt;Thumbling&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/029.txt"&gt;The Elves (two stories)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/030.txt"&gt;The Robber Bridegroom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/031.txt"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/032.txt"&gt;Frau Trude&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/033.txt"&gt;Godfather Death&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/034.txt"&gt;Thumbling as Journeyman&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/035.txt"&gt;Fitcher's Bird&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/036.txt"&gt;The Juniper-Tree&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/037.txt"&gt;Old Sultan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/038.txt"&gt;The Six Swans&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/039.txt"&gt;Little Briar-Rose&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/040.txt"&gt;Fundevogel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/041.txt"&gt;King Thrushbeard&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/042.txt"&gt;Little Snow-White&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/043.txt"&gt;The Knapsack, The Hat, and The Horn&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/044.txt"&gt;Rumpelstiltskin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/045.txt"&gt;Sweetheart Roland&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/046.txt"&gt;The Golden Bird&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/047.txt"&gt;The Two Brothers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/048.txt"&gt;The Queen Bee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/049.txt"&gt;The Three Feathers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/050.txt"&gt;The Golden Goose&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/051.txt"&gt;Allerleirauh&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/052.txt"&gt;The Hare's Bride&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/053.txt"&gt;The Twelve Huntsmen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/054.txt"&gt;The Thief and His Master&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/055.txt"&gt;The Three Sons of Fortune&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/056.txt"&gt;How Six Men Got On in the World&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/057.txt"&gt;Gossip Wolf and the Fox&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/058.txt"&gt;The Pink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/059.txt"&gt;The Old Man and His Grandson&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/060.txt"&gt;The Water-Nix&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/061.txt"&gt;Brother Lustig&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/062.txt"&gt;Hans in Luck&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/063.txt"&gt;Hans Married&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/064.txt"&gt;The Gold-Children&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/065.txt"&gt;The Singing, Soaring Lark&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/066.txt"&gt;The Goose-Girl&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/067.txt"&gt;The Young Giant&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/068.txt"&gt;The Elves&lt;/a&gt; (another story with that title) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/069.txt"&gt;The King of the Golden Mountain&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/070.txt"&gt;The Raven&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/071.txt"&gt;The Peasant's Wise Daughter&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/072.txt"&gt;The Three Little Birds&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/073.txt"&gt;The Water of Life&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/074.txt"&gt;The Spirit in the Bottle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/075.txt"&gt;The Devil's Sooty Brother&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/076.txt"&gt;Bearskin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/077.txt"&gt;The Willow-Wren and the Bear&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/078.txt"&gt;Sweet Porridge&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/079.txt"&gt;Wise Folks&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/080.txt"&gt;Stories About Snakes&lt;/a&gt; (called paddocks in this version) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/081.txt"&gt;The Poor Miller's Boy and the Cat&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/082.txt"&gt;The Two Travellers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/083.txt"&gt;Hans the Hedgehog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/084.txt"&gt;The Shroud&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/085.txt"&gt;The Skilful Huntsman&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/086.txt"&gt;The Two Kings' Children&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/087.txt"&gt;The Cunning Little Tailor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/088.txt"&gt;The Bright Sun Brings It to Light&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/089.txt"&gt;The Blue Light&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/090.txt"&gt;The Wilful Child&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/091.txt"&gt;The King's Son Who Feared Nothing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/092.txt"&gt;Donkey Cabbages&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/093.txt"&gt;The Old Woman in the Wood&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/094.txt"&gt;The Three Brothers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/095.txt"&gt;The Devil and His Grandmother&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/096.txt"&gt;Ferdinand the Faithful&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/097.txt"&gt;The Iron Stove&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/098.txt"&gt;The Four Skilful Brothers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/099.txt"&gt;One-Eye, Two-Eyes, and Three-Eyes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/100.txt"&gt;Fair Katrinelje and Pif-Paf-Poltrie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/101.txt"&gt;The Shoes That Were Danced to Pieces&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/102.txt"&gt;The Six Servants&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/103.txt"&gt;The White Bride and the Black One&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/104.txt"&gt;Iron John&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/105.txt"&gt;The Three Black Princesses&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/106.txt"&gt;Knoist and His Three Sons&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/107.txt"&gt;The Maid of Brakel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/108.txt"&gt;Domestic Servants&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/109.txt"&gt;The Lambkin and the Little Fish&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/110.txt"&gt;Simeli Mountain&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/111.txt"&gt;Going A-Travelling&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/112.txt"&gt;The Donkey&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/113.txt"&gt;The Ungrateful Son&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/114.txt"&gt;The Turnip&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/115.txt"&gt;The Old Man Made Young Again&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/116.txt"&gt;The Three Sluggards&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/117.txt"&gt;The Shepherd Boy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/118.txt"&gt;The Star-Money&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/119.txt"&gt;The Stolen Farthings&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/120.txt"&gt;Brides On Their Trial&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/121.txt"&gt;The Sparrow and His Four Children&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/122.txt"&gt;Snow-White and Rose-Red&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/123.txt"&gt;The Glass Coffin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/124.txt"&gt;Lazy Harry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/125.txt"&gt;The Griffin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/126.txt"&gt;Strong Hans&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/127.txt"&gt;The Hut in the Forest&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/128.txt"&gt;The Goose-Girl at the Well&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/129.txt"&gt;Eve's Various Children&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/130.txt"&gt;The Nix of the Mill-Pond&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/131.txt"&gt;The Poor Boy in the Grave&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/132.txt"&gt;The True Sweetheart&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/133.txt"&gt;The Spindle, The Shuttle, and The Needle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/134.txt"&gt;The Sea-Hare&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/135.txt"&gt;The Master-Thief&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/136.txt"&gt;The Drummer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/137.txt"&gt;The Ear of Corn&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/138.txt"&gt;Old Rinkrank&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/139.txt"&gt;The Crystal Ball&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/140.txt"&gt;Maid Maleen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/141.txt"&gt;St. Joseph in the Forest&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/142.txt"&gt;The Twelve Apostles&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/143.txt"&gt;The Rose&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/144.txt"&gt;Poverty and Humility Lead to Heaven&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/145.txt"&gt;God's Food&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/146.txt"&gt;The Three Green Twigs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/147.txt"&gt;The Aged Mother&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/148.txt"&gt;The Hazel-Branch&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/149.txt"&gt;Cat and Mouse in Partnership&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/150.txt"&gt;The Wonderful Musician&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/151.txt"&gt;The Pack of Ragamuffins&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/152.txt"&gt;The Straw, the Coal, and the Bean&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/153.txt"&gt;The Fisherman and His Wife&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/154.txt"&gt;The Mouse, the Bird, and the Sausage&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/155.txt"&gt;The Bremen Town-Musicians&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/156.txt"&gt;The Louse and the Flea&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/157.txt"&gt;The Tailor in Heaven&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/158.txt"&gt;The Wedding of Mrs. Fox (two stories)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/159.txt"&gt;The Elves&lt;/a&gt; (one more story) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/160.txt"&gt;Herr Korbes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/161.txt"&gt;The Dog and the Sparrow&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/162.txt"&gt;Frederick and Catherine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/163.txt"&gt;The Little Peasant&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/164.txt"&gt;Jorinda and Joringel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/165.txt"&gt;The Wolf and the Man&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/166.txt"&gt;The Wolf and the Fox&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/167.txt"&gt;The Fox and the Cat&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/168.txt"&gt;Clever Grethel&lt;/a&gt; (called Gretel in this version) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/169.txt"&gt;The Death of the Little Hen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/170.txt"&gt;Gambling Hansel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/171.txt"&gt;The Fox and the Geese&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/172.txt"&gt;The Poor Man and the Rich Man&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/173.txt"&gt;Old Hildebrand&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/174.txt"&gt;Doctor Knowall&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/175.txt"&gt;The Jew Among Thorns&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/176.txt"&gt;The Flail from Heaven&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/177.txt"&gt;The Three Army-Surgeons&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/178.txt"&gt;The Seven Swabians&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/179.txt"&gt;The Three Apprentices&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/180.txt"&gt;The Lazy Spinner&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/181.txt"&gt;The Fox and the Horse&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/182.txt"&gt;The Lord's Animals and the Devil's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/183.txt"&gt;The Beam&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/184.txt"&gt;The Old Beggar-Woman&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/185.txt"&gt;Odds and Ends&lt;/a&gt; (called hurds in this version) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/186.txt"&gt;The Story of Schlauraffen Land&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/187.txt"&gt;The Ditmarsch Tale of Wonders&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/188.txt"&gt;A Riddling Tale&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/189.txt"&gt;The Wise Servant&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/190.txt"&gt;The Peasant in Heaven&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/191.txt"&gt;Lean Lisa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/192.txt"&gt;Sharing Joy and Sorrow&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/193.txt"&gt;The Willow-Wren&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/194.txt"&gt;The Sole&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/195.txt"&gt;The Bittern and the Hoopoe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/196.txt"&gt;The Owl&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/197.txt"&gt;The Moon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/198.txt"&gt;The Duration of Life&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/199.txt"&gt;Death's Messengers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/200.txt"&gt;Master Pfriem&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/201.txt"&gt;The Little Folks' Presents&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/202.txt"&gt;The Giant and the Tailor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/203.txt"&gt;The Nail&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/204.txt"&gt;The Hare and the Hedgehog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/205.txt"&gt;The Peasant and the Devil&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/206.txt"&gt;The Crumbs on the Table&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/207.txt"&gt;The Grave-Mound&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Espok/grimmtmp/208.txt"&gt;The Boots of Buffalo-Leather&lt;/a&gt; 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