<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455</id><updated>2024-09-20T17:57:19.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhakti&#39;s Space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455.post-3431386231194860600</id><published>2008-10-08T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:02:04.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Care for People!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have this very BAD habit of being concerned about my friends. It can be something as trivial as a common cold. I will keep giving some simple remedies like take some steam etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;The WORST thing is i do not understand it even when friends say &quot;I will take care of myself . I can &quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really bad to be concerned about friends? Especially if the cold forces the friend to leave work half way through and come back home early? I always thought that it is good to care about the near and the dear ones. They will feel wanted and nice. But I guess I should hold myself back and restrain being concerned. At the end of the day each one is capable of taking care of themselves. But isnt it very natural, when some one is ill, and someone is concerned about this person, the person feels nice? Well have got the answer and its a big NO.&lt;br /&gt;But the habit in me of being concerned never understands. Thanks to not understanding i get to hear something like this &quot; I get very uncomfy atleast a part of me does when my friends fuss over me its always the other way around I cover for them they should not need to cover for me&quot;. It is a very &quot;nice&quot; way of putting &quot;You shut up. I know how to take care of myself&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Well i have now decided that i am not going to be concerned. Why should i bother if any one is ill, whether there illness aggrevates or reduces? At the end of the day what do i have to lose? Let them suffer. Long live the sufferers!!!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3431386231194860600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8365883891418162455/3431386231194860600?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/3431386231194860600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/3431386231194860600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-care-for-people.html' title='Dont Care for People!!!!'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455.post-7636928591508754250</id><published>2008-10-06T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:47:00.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How correct is it that you barge some one without letting the person complete what he / she was saying? You dont let the person complete and neither do you let &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;the person give explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Scene:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person A accusses Person B of being lethargic. This accusation has been going on for too long. Person B tries to explain on number of occasion, but A is NEVER in a mood to listen to explanations. Therefore A always is under own assumptions. At the same time, A is very much at fault. If you want B to do a certain task, then why is it that you have to tell B about it only at the 11th hour. Can B NEVER be intimated about the task well in hand? When this is a task that is decided before hand? How can B be called as lethargic? Remember B also has other tasks in hand that also need to be completed. There are times when these tasks need more attention. A only is of the opinion that the task assigned is the most important task. Why should all the tasks that A assigns are important? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person C is always in the background and has been a witness to most of such accusations. One fine day C finally decides that A needs to be told that B is not at fault. So the accusations better stop. C with the kind permission of A, starts telling A that B is not at fault. A does not even listen to the complete sentence and starts barging C. Now the whole issue is side lined and A hurls all that is possible at C. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was C interfering? Remember it was with the permission of A that C did start speaking. Is C at fault? That C was trying to protect B from A? Is it wrong to side the person who is right and stand up against who is inflicting wrath for no reason on some one who is absolutely innocent? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does C not have a standing as a person? How fair is it that A hurls all the nonsense possible at C, without letting C complete?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7636928591508754250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8365883891418162455/7636928591508754250?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/7636928591508754250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/7636928591508754250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455.post-8433256992393507931</id><published>2008-06-11T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:30:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;A dear friend happened to mail me a story on Relationships. i read it and couldn&#39;t  stop thinking about it. Here was a story which had reflected the exact picture of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;I have copied the story here. It goes as:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;A man asked his father-in-law: &quot;Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;The father-in-law answered with a smile: &quot;Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;When i read this story i remembered a conversation that i had with a friend, who had recently got engaged. He had asked me as to what is it that he should do and what is it that he should avoid. I remember telling him never point fingers at her family members. But i did not think it of it and add no pointing fingers at her as well. I guess i made a mistake there. Very often we take our near and dear ones for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;It is said that &quot;When we point A finger at a person, the other four are pointing at ourselves&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;This is something that most of us very conviniently forget. No one on the face of earth is perfect. We all want to be praised. We all want to be loved and respected. But do we praise the others? Who doesn&#39;t make mistakes? It is because of the mistakes that we make are we human beings, else we would have been God ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;We expect to be forgiven, but how many times do we forgive others? Why is it so difficult for us to forgive others? How easily is it that our ego gets hurt? Why do we not remember that the person is more important than our ego? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;How often do we think of the other person, as to why was it that the other person behaved in the manner, that he or she behaved? May be we are at fault? Or may be the circumstances were so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;Very often we do not give the other person a chance to clarify his / her behaviour. Then a number of years down the line we repent for the mistake. But then what is the point? All the harm has already been done. How can it be undone after all these years? Or inspite of being convinced about the other person&#39;s innocence, we do not accept things and be rigid in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;What happens at the end of the day we loose a near and dear one. At the end of the day it is the ego which has to be handled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8433256992393507931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8365883891418162455/8433256992393507931?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/8433256992393507931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/8433256992393507931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/2008/06/relationships.html' title='Relationships!!!'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455.post-7596948798128706827</id><published>2008-02-25T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:53:35.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Pratibha Patil as eligible as certain Mr. APJ Abdul Kalam?</title><content type='html'>(I had written this post a long ago. But hadnt published it. Sorry for the delay. I had actually forgotten all about it. My apology for the same )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my blog &quot;What is the name of the President of India&quot;, KP commented that i should not worry about the name of the President but should dwell on whether Ms Patil is as eligible as Mr Kalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am thinking about all that KP has to say:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess any sensible and educated person would agree that Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam is the MOST suitable candidate for the post of the President of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets not forget that the President of the country is chosen by an electoral college. This electoral college consists of the elected members of the state assemblies, the upper &amp;amp; the house of Parliament. Now lets have a look at who are the people who elect(??) these members. I have said elect(??) as all of us are aware that more often than not the polls are rigged. And also the party which is in power viz Congress(I) has always played the emotional card about having struggled(??) for the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first place Congress (I) means Congress(Indira). When Indira Gandhi wanted power after the death of Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru and the seniors members of the Indian National Congress (INC), where not ready to give the reins in her hand, she defected from INC and formed her own party called as the Congress (I). So it means that her party isn&#39;t THE party which fought in the freedom struggle. As a matter of fact it is a party that was formed to fulfill Indira Gandhi&#39;s ambition of ruling the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Indira (I&#39;m sorry for addressing her with her first name, but as a matter of fact i dont respect her at all, except for the first Pokharan Tests conducted by her, by making the Buddha laugh) did not DIE for the country, as her DARLING daughter - in - law and the Congress (I) claims. She is no martyr. She got what she rightly deserved. So did her son. Rajiv was killed for his role in helping the Sri Lankan Government against the LTTE. Infact help was asked for to negotiate between the warring LTTE and ther Sri Lankan government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia Gandhi has just used these deaths to the best of her advantage and has come to power. the next shrewed move was to decline the Prime Minister&#39;s seat and make Dr. Manmohan Singh the Prime Minister. A person of Dr. Singh&#39;s stature has been made a puppet with strings in the hands of Sonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly when Pratibha Patil was made the President, she actually wanted someone who would just act the way she wants it to be. There was no national interest that was thought of. It was the personal interest that was thought of. The Congress(I) claims that they have given the nation her first woman President, i have a Question that i want to ask all the Congress members as to why has it not been able to make 33% reservations for women? Why is it difficut for them to get that bill passed? It very clearly shows the ulterior motives that the woman (Sonia) has.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. A.P.J Abdul Kalaam was the man with a mission and vision. Only if India is able to utilise his expertise by half, India will be able to race well ahead of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With due respect to the President of the country i would like to conclude that Ms. Patil was happy with the gubnetorial post that she was in, and would have continued to enjoy it. But the nation would have enjoyed if Dr. Kalaam was re- elected the President of the country.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7596948798128706827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8365883891418162455/7596948798128706827?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/7596948798128706827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/7596948798128706827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-pratibha-patil-as-eligible-as.html' title='Is Pratibha Patil as eligible as certain Mr. APJ Abdul Kalam?'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455.post-7767429100484173825</id><published>2008-01-25T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:18:21.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the name of the President of India?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;India has elected(??) a woman President after 60 years of Independence. But very unfortunate that the people do not know the name of the President. This was clearly evident when the commentary was given for the Republic Day Parade on Rajpath. And mind you well it was a commentary on Doordarshan. The National channel owned by the Government of India. It is the channel that has the most viewership inspite of advent of the cable tv. And lets not forget its the Congress led government that is leading the country. Which means they have complete control over the telecommunication media especially Dorrdarshan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she Pratibha Patil or Pratibha Devisingh Patil or Pratibha Devisingh Shekhawat? All this while she was always referred to as Smt. Pratibha Patil, even when she was the Governor of Rajasthan before she was elected the President. Incidentally Rajasthan is the state from where her Husband hails, so practically she is Pratibha Shekhwat. But her official records says she is Pratibha Patil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when she has become the President, why is it that she is been referred to as Pratibha Devisingh Patil? i do not see the reason why? Has it got anything to do with the Male dominance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst is her husband was called Devisingh Patil. Lets get the facts right he is Devisingh Shekhawat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess its for the President to instruct and well publish her ACTUAL name. So that such blunders do not happen atleast on National television.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7767429100484173825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8365883891418162455/7767429100484173825?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/7767429100484173825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/7767429100484173825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-name-of-president-of-india.html' title='What is the name of the President of India?'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455.post-1817301827864731390</id><published>2008-01-08T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:35:11.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aamir&#39;s done a commendabe job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend and me have been deciding for the past few days to go watch Taare Zameen Par! But some how i was not really able to. Finally today i could spare some time and we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very frankly, i found the first half a lil slow and dragged in some parts. But the second half was excellent. Kudos to Aamir for the excellent job that he has done. The movie is worthy of all the praises. And it is unbelievable that this happens to be Aamir&#39;s first movie as a director. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What appealed to me the most was, that the father of the child was just not ready to accept that there was some problem with his son . And i think this is absolutely true in the real world as well. I guess it is natural of Parents not wanting to accept that the child has a problem, as each parent wants his/her child to be the best. In case of Ishaan, he was fortunate enough to have found Nikumbh Sir, to realise the issue with him. What if he had not noticed him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The child actor Darsheel needs SPECIAL recommendations. It was just amazing the way he has essayed the character with the bare minimum words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i was watching the movie I felt that the storyline was close to that of a boy who stays in my apartment. This boy called Akshay suffers Autism, due to which he is unable to differentiate between the sexes, cannot bear with loud sounds, does not understand grammar etc., but Akshay also plays the piano very well. He very well knows how to make people appreciate him. Like when he is playing the piano, he doesnt like to be disturbed with applauses. So once he is done he asks the audience to clap for him. I really find that so cute. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This blog is dedicated to all those Special Children of God! I hope each one finds a good teacher and does well in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1817301827864731390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8365883891418162455/1817301827864731390?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/1817301827864731390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/1817301827864731390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/2008/01/aamirs-done-commendabe-job.html' title='Aamir&#39;s done a commendabe job!'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455.post-4853469389156715797</id><published>2007-12-28T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:08:08.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter of the East or Darling of the West?</title><content type='html'>I had just returned from my Project work and Dad called me and asked me to watch the news. What news? Benazir Bhutto was assasinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few days back had President Pervez Musharaf called her the Darling of the West. What was the reason that she had decided to end her self imposed Exile? Did she actually have the people of Pakistan on her mind? Or was it for power? Inspite of an assasination bid in October when she returned to Pakistan, she decided to stay back in Pakistan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially she was a friend to the Prez. And now he was calling her the &quot;Darling of the West&quot;. Is she actually a Darling of the West, as the Prez would like to call her or rather calls her? or is she the daughter of the East? She happens to be the youngest and first woman Prime Minister of an Islamic country at the age of 35. Never did she enjoy the 5 years of power. She was ousted from power more than one time under the charges of corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happened to read an article on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rediff.com/news/2008/jan/03guest.htm&quot;&gt;http://www.rediff.com/news/2008/jan/03guest.htm&lt;/a&gt;, which shows the other side of Benazir. The article says &quot;she spent $6 million of the state exchequer to import Evian water for herself during her first term as prime minister.&quot; Now was she really feeling for the people of the land that she was the Prime Minister of? People were languishing in poverty and she was spending $6 million. What a waste of money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also happen to read something about her (sorry forgot the source), which talks about may be what the Prez has to say about her is correct. And i repeat MAY BE. This article spoke about how she was an ally of the US. How is it that she talks with the President of Afghanistan Mr. Hamid Karzai and mentions about threat to her life? Was it because she wanted to communicate this to the so called &quot;Saviour of the World&quot;??? With this is mean Mr. George Bush. And if she knew that her life was in danger then why was she staying in Pakistan? It looks very similar to what happened in Afghanistan. Osama bin Laden was supported initially by the US (Mr. George Bush Senior was the Prez then) against the former USSR forces. And when he became a threat to the US. George Bush Junior starts a campaign against him. History repeated itself and this time it was Pervez Musharaf instead of Osama. And as power was handed to Karzai, US wanted to hand power to its ally(right now, Pervez WAS a foe and Ms. Bhutto an ally)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEST article though is ofcourse the article on rediff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just playing with the feelings of the &quot;uneducated&quot; masses for her own benefit. If she really felt so much, she should have suffered with the people under the rule of the Prez. There is another Daughter in the East who is fighting for Democracy in her country. She can certainly be termed as the Daughter of the East. She is none other than Aung San Suu Kyi of Myanmar. She is suffering with the people. And not enjoying a swank life like Ms. Bhutto enjoyed. For example jet setting every now and then to meet her children in Dubai , London etc. Where did all the money come from?Was it earned by Mr. Zhulfikar Ali Bhutto? Lets not forget the fight ensued between Ms. Bhutto and her brother over power and money, who was eventually killed during her reign as the Prime Minister. Or was it earned by the &quot;Daughter of the East&quot; herself, when she was in power? &lt;br /&gt;She ONLY returned, when she knew power was up for grabs...???</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4853469389156715797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8365883891418162455/4853469389156715797?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/4853469389156715797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/4853469389156715797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/2007/12/daughter-of-east-or-darling-of-west.html' title='Daughter of the East or Darling of the West?'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455.post-8639666542046770031</id><published>2007-12-15T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:09:44.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Students have the Right??</title><content type='html'>A notification is sent, with which all the Students of our class are asked to be present in the class at a given time. it seems that the staff wants to have a word with us.&lt;br /&gt;At the stipulated time all the students gather and wonder why is it that the staff members want to talk to us? The staff members start trickling in.&lt;br /&gt;A Prof (lets name him A) gets up to talk. he says &quot; What ever is that you want to putforth in regards to the staff, now you can speak&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;No one says anything. everyone is quite. we had asked for a change in a Prof for a particular subject. that was all the issue. but we were surprised as to why was it said that the staff wanted to meet us. and after that we are asked to put in our demands?&lt;br /&gt;was it that the concerned Mr A did not understand what we have been trying to tell him? well he did show that he was concerned about the students. by &quot;attending&quot; a lecture of that particular Prof (lets name her B). he was convinced that she was not upto the mark.&lt;br /&gt;on the particular day when Mr A and his immediate subordinate (lets name him C) attended the lecture B was well prepared for the lecture as she had time in her hand to prepare as she was told that A &amp;amp; C will be attending the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;as like never before, she had a powerpoint presentation. but inspite of that she wasnt able to teach well. then Mr A says that &quot;i have noted certain points, and will let B know and you will see the changes in her&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;we were wondering what changes is the feedback going to bring about in her teaching?&lt;br /&gt;as we had expected nothing changed. so we stopped attending B&#39;s lectures. and then happened the entire DRAMA of the staff wanting to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;Even in this session, as fellow student got up to raise an issue about B, B gets up and starts howling at her and asks ther student for her rollno etc. as though it were a personal vendetta.&lt;br /&gt;at the end with some teachers saying a few things and a few students saying a few things the sessions ends with the students being asked to give there feedback.&lt;br /&gt;the students decide and give a common feedback. out of the 5 Profs teaching 2 were very good at there job and the rest absolutely horrible.  we gave the true feedback.&lt;br /&gt;when the time came for the staff to answer the feedback, very conviniently certain points were left out. and the some points were harped about. and all the staff members repeating those points over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;with all ther drama over B was replaced.&lt;br /&gt;around the exam time, a certain student had gone to the Prof is good at her work with some doubts. lets name thios Prof D. she says that &quot;how could you guys says the things that you had written in the feedback? you will also give such a feedback about me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;now do the teachers think that we have lost it completely? if the students are complaining in the third semester, with total cooperation in the first 2 semesters, isnt it time for retrospection by the staff?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8639666542046770031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8365883891418162455/8639666542046770031?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/8639666542046770031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/8639666542046770031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-students-have-right.html' title='Do Students have the Right??'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455.post-1967357600869078544</id><published>2007-11-21T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:20:13.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye!!!</title><content type='html'>As usual i went upstairs to remind Him that its 4:30 pm, now i dont have to tell Him this explicitly. as soon as i go up He understands that its 4:30. He greeted me the normal way and the others around also understood that it was time for them to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent a message saying that all the others standing down should hurry and come up at the earliest.  i passed the message.&lt;br /&gt;so started the normal(?????) day. but today He was in a hurry. that is when my doubt about today being the last day was confirmed! i had got a hint yesterday itself. as for the first time we were made to wait way past 6:30. when the latest we normally leave  is by 6:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was calm. He went around doing His task normally. but i could sense His restlessness. with experience i knew He does get restless as its time to bid good bye. but today He was a little more restless than he &quot;usually&quot; is. i guess He also had a reason to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 6:30 He came back and asked everyone if there was any problem. no one had a problem. and He started trembling. His hands were shaking. His voice was cracking. He turned His back to the audience.  He cleaned the white board. and said &quot;Today is the last day between you all and me. May be we will meet again, May be we wont meet again&quot; He was making His best efforts to speak. it was heart wrenching to see someone fall short of words, who otherwise just cant stop talking. He said sorry to all those whom He had hurt whether knowingly or unknowingly. i had no courage to look upto Him. i mustered courage. and when i looked at Him, He turned away his face. He was trying His level best to hide the tears running down his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to the whiteboard again and this time was indeed going to be the last time when we were going to read something written on the whiteboard sitting in front of him on the chairs.  He wrote &quot;Thank You! Love U Forever. Daya 21/11/2007 (Daya being His signature)&quot; and said the last words we heard sitting on the chairs &quot;I cant speak any more&quot;. He folded his hands(la Namaste style) and wiped the tears and walked into His cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; for the first time their was pin drop silence and no one knew what had hit them and how where they to react. the guys as well as the girls were crying. and no one would belive it that 1 year had passed with such wonderful memories. and it got confirmed that how much ever He is hard on the exterior but the softest within.&lt;br /&gt;I got a befitting message :-&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Did you know that tears can sometimes be more special than smiles?? for smiles can be given to anyone but tears are only shed for people we dont want to LOOSE...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is for HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:--------&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sir we NEVER want to LOOSE You. for You have taught us much more than what we had expected. and hence i understand when You say running Your hand on the whiteboard You didnt cheat THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for EVERY SINGLE THING. Didnot just learn DataStructures, C++, and Java. But learnt life and how best to live life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pricest possesions are going to be my Notebooks that i used in the class. and everytime i open them words will ring &quot;अग किती छाप्शील? बास करना आता! बर अस कर तू ना एक पुस्तक छाप&quot; [(meaning how much will you write. why dont you publish a book?)=--this was said as He was of the opinion that while writing down your concentration to the speaker reduces.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be remembered and cherised. With lots of Love and Hugs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: i will prove it to You i am not like the girls whom You always speak about. i am different. and one day You will HAVE to accept this... (will say HAVE च  and च म्हणजे final ;-)) &quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1967357600869078544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8365883891418162455/1967357600869078544?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/1967357600869078544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/1967357600869078544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye!!!'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455.post-2632747986588692152</id><published>2007-11-13T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:12:31.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People&#39;s Behaviour!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;hello! here i am with my new write up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;today i went for aerobics after a real time. and at that this was a batch taken my favorite instructor(lets name the instructor &quot;A&quot;), so was super excited as well. long time as had my xams and didnt go to the gym in those days which was followed by hols to d gym b&#39;coz of Diwali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;neways so today i went for areobics. the batch started on a high note as the entire Areobics hall was stuffed wit people. which gave &quot;A&quot; a real high.10 mins into the batch walks in a lady(???)at the first place that woman walks in late. shoves people arnd. nw i dont u&#39;stand y cant ppl stand for thr own rights??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;at the end of the warm up she had kinda well established herself. we took the benches so does ths woman. while i was talkn wit &quot;A&quot;, she very happily pushed my bench 2wards the wall and pushes the bench of the girl behind me in front. now i cudnt fathom y on earth did she do that?? so i gave her a &quot;look&quot; and asked her how am i 2 do the bench?? she jst tries to shut me up wit her &quot;ok, ok&quot;. i am a person who for nuts cant shut up in situations like this. i again pushed the benches to thr original place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;after the bench workout started ths woman pushed tht girl so tactically and made place(or shd i say more place) for herself that she was occupying place meant for 2 ppl.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;she also made me laugh wit the way she was doin her bench steps... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;nw after the batch was over, while i was talkn wit &quot;A&quot;, ths woman jst interrupts and starts talkn wit &quot;A&quot;. i jst walked out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;later &quot;A&quot; happnd 2 mention it 2 me that the woman&#39;s a doctor.. wit whch i realised tht &quot;no formal education can give u the education tht u require to deal in the society&quot;.............&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2632747986588692152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8365883891418162455/2632747986588692152?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/2632747986588692152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/2632747986588692152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/2007/11/peoples-behaviour.html' title='People&#39;s Behaviour!!'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365883891418162455.post-7282734333808992584</id><published>2007-11-11T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:14:38.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep-Utsav</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkzEW3DzVA8F4eXTBfvpvfgrRLZi34Ls_c3mTkgvWSRaVHWC-Xw_ejOdzQUUBa3uOWF3U2E3d7-eFLResEcfDt07u3uomYDFmGGuH_k9HjB0NhZ38fbUwBnGyyJQQWCvVF3u1vj_G-aj6D/s1600-h/Deep1Small.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131621875430967762&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkzEW3DzVA8F4eXTBfvpvfgrRLZi34Ls_c3mTkgvWSRaVHWC-Xw_ejOdzQUUBa3uOWF3U2E3d7-eFLResEcfDt07u3uomYDFmGGuH_k9HjB0NhZ38fbUwBnGyyJQQWCvVF3u1vj_G-aj6D/s320/Deep1Small.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hello Friends!!&lt;br /&gt;this is my first blog... which means i am a child in the blogging world! lemme start and you all thr will tell me if i hv done a decent job.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its one of those time in the year which i really like.. its diwali time.. the entire country is well lit and decorated. i am sure when ths festival was started, alot of thought process must hv gone into it. whr thr is smethng spl for each of those main days of diwali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the new yr day ie. Padva..(now dont ask me why is it that thr r 2 new years tht are celebrated one of them being the diwali padva and the other being &quot;GUDI PADVA&quot; which is celebrated in the month of March\April), all my college frnds actually coaxed and forced me to join them to go n watch the deeputsav tht is held each year in SarasBaug. nw i am not the kinds who will visit SarasBaug. I fell prey to all the coaxing and decided to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bt the biggest hindrance being waking up at 4am. what an hr to wake up and leave.. Richa did a decent job of waking me up a lil late ie 4:15am ohh hw precious i thot were those 15 mins of blissful sleepn. finally managed to reach the place arnd 5:30. i had actually thot we are goin to b only those idiots who dint hv a better job to do at tht hr and ended thr.. bt i was sadly mistaken. the road leadn 2 SarasBaug was choc-o-block. it took me 15 mins 2 find a parking place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;trust me the DEEP - UTSAV was all worth the pain.. i knew Punekars were an enthu lot bt ths enthu well.. tht speaks abt the spirit of the Punekars.. thr were ppl from a few months old to grand dad and grand moms.. all hvn a whale of a time. thr were sme young&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8sad1ldbWpdEE02PwT76Yw02zSjMnBWhBKhFVg96nF_erxe9r2XTE8W156oMcwGI3HyyMM9QXV-YWmrrzXmILIzRYe1dojj1Xhj60kz_kvBpohqo0BujVWUENgO1weClzVmd8dALb8lPh/s1600-h/Deep2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131621544718485954&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; height=&quot;169&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8sad1ldbWpdEE02PwT76Yw02zSjMnBWhBKhFVg96nF_erxe9r2XTE8W156oMcwGI3HyyMM9QXV-YWmrrzXmILIzRYe1dojj1Xhj60kz_kvBpohqo0BujVWUENgO1weClzVmd8dALb8lPh/s320/Deep2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; guys who were thr to do sme watchn (or shd i call it bird watchn) or thr were sme who wantd 2 go n light up d entire place. thr was sme musical prog arranged thr.. thot who wud want 2 sit thr n silent to the songs whn thr was such beauty beckoning.. i was proved wrong thr a no. of them who rather loved sitting thr and listening. or may b they were tired after tkn a couple of rounds of the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hv decided tht i&#39;ll b goin next yr again 2 witness all the fun again.. though hvn stayed in Pune for so long dint knw abt it.. i thank Richa 4 forcing me 2 cme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7282734333808992584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8365883891418162455/7282734333808992584?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/7282734333808992584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365883891418162455/posts/default/7282734333808992584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaktiforever.blogspot.com/2007/11/deep-utsav.html' title='Deep-Utsav'/><author><name>Bhakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270755258921652281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkzEW3DzVA8F4eXTBfvpvfgrRLZi34Ls_c3mTkgvWSRaVHWC-Xw_ejOdzQUUBa3uOWF3U2E3d7-eFLResEcfDt07u3uomYDFmGGuH_k9HjB0NhZ38fbUwBnGyyJQQWCvVF3u1vj_G-aj6D/s72-c/Deep1Small.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>