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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>smriti</title><link>http://dentistsmriti.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/Glvv" /><description></description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (smriti)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 19:18:29 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/glvv" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle><item><title>my baby</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~3/fjGMaQyL9Xs/my-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (smriti)</author><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 08:31:47 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438925108639742212.post-8011842939404618348</guid><description>i've found love in those corners where i didnt expect it.life has been very gracious on me, it has gifted me an angel. Most touching moment of my life was my baby's day 2 when he couldnt sleep.  I asked my mom to place him next to me , i held out my fingers to both his hands and he clenched it tightly and slept peacefully the whole night. That time i realized my hands are so important for this lil baby. I am his world and he is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt see him properly for the first day because of my c-section, the next day i asked my mom to hold him..i wanted to see him, touch him and feel him. I wanted to feel those feet that kicked me, touch his hands. Most beautiful chapter of my life has started and i want to saviour every minute of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438925108639742212-8011842939404618348?l=dentistsmriti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~4/fjGMaQyL9Xs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dentistsmriti.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>freedom</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~3/SG8a-gidAKI/freedom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (smriti)</author><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 08:23:44 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438925108639742212.post-84935222015145390</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;what is freedom? just living in free air or be able to speak think and do what u want.. we have built so many walls around us and like a frog in a well we dont even try to leap beyond it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At times these self imposed shackles starts to strangle me and i look for the moment of freedom anywhere..even my friends picture of happiness gives me a peek of life that i so badly wish to live and rejoice in it too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438925108639742212-84935222015145390?l=dentistsmriti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~4/SG8a-gidAKI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dentistsmriti.blogspot.com/2010/11/freedom.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Diwali time</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~3/BVJcb9KDIpA/diwali-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (smriti)</author><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 23:28:45 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438925108639742212.post-4059483459797273326</guid><description>Come august and we start waiting for ganpati chaturthee. And the festival times begin. Today everything has changed all the festivals are so commercialized but back then in 1980's and 1990's we spent our festivals in our native place.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our yearly visit to our native place was always in diwali vacation, which in mumbai is of 21 days. I would wait for Diwali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438925108639742212-4059483459797273326?l=dentistsmriti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~4/BVJcb9KDIpA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dentistsmriti.blogspot.com/2009/08/diwali-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Tooth Anatomy</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~3/tEg5m7M21Hg/tooth-anatomy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (smriti)</author><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 03:56:43 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438925108639742212.post-5488055151090769498</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQuma3UigNc/SXcLlksjS7I/AAAAAAAAACk/_RgiI2aVBaQ/s1600-h/toothdiagram.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQuma3UigNc/SXcLlksjS7I/AAAAAAAAACk/_RgiI2aVBaQ/s320/toothdiagram.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293712627130911666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to be very regular with my blogs now. Today i will start my new thread of dental articles.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start with i will talk about the basic anatomy of the tooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tooth is divided into two parts 1. crown 2. roots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;root is surrounded on all sides by bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bone is covered by gums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6438925108639742212-5488055151090769498?l=dentistsmriti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~4/tEg5m7M21Hg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQuma3UigNc/SXcLlksjS7I/AAAAAAAAACk/_RgiI2aVBaQ/s72-c/toothdiagram.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dentistsmriti.blogspot.com/2009/01/tooth-anatomy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Book review "A Mission In Kashmir"</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~3/Mg9TgBVBsm8/book-review-mission-in-kashmir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (smriti)</author><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 20:56:54 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438925108639742212.post-5651063464736969829</guid><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well no posts for almost 10 months, i would blame my laziness for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In between i read alot of light novels but one book that took me to thinking about life was " A Mission In Kashmir" by Andrew Whitehead. A brilliant book. It is no story but compilation of what happened in Kashmir. He has tried to clear the confusion that has surrounded the Kashmir issue. The facts about Kashmir and Jammu before the problem  cropped up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Being an outsider, my idea about the issue was blur. All i knew there is a problem between the India and Pakistan over who wants the piece of Kashmir. But honestly there is more to it. The weakness of the ruler, King Hari Singh, is the reason. Eventhough he was weak but he had savoured the dream to rule Jammu and Kashmir as a country. When he realized that his unjust rule has created a strong resentment among the Kashmiri muslims, he ran with his bag and baggage from Kashmir to jammu ( hindu region) and resorted to India's assistance thus acceding to india. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;His rule created alot of damage to Hindu Muslim unity and lay the foundation of very deep rooted hatred for hindus. When the muslims from NWFP of pakistan came to India, the Kashmiri Muslims welcomed the invaders. Honestly, these invaders were sent to India only to plunder and were promised by their leaders that the loot amount is theirs. The pathans who made way to Kashmir belived that Kashmir was a land flowing with milk and honey. They came on the pretext of liberating oppressed Muslim brethren but actually they intended to loot Kashmir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Our military forces made way to Kashmir on civilian airlines after accession. The records are unclear about this episode. There are evidences that military troops were sent first and then the accession was signed.There is mystery to this issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After the ceasefire, the issue has become very complex. It was promised that the fate of Kashmir would be decided following a plebiscite. India wanted to conduct this when peace prevails in the state but Pakistan kept on prompting India to conduct it as soon as possible. The issue has been dragged on for such a longtime  and with time it has acquired alot of misunderstandings and sufferings, thus the issue has become  unsolvable. And the sufferings would continue.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438925108639742212-5651063464736969829?l=dentistsmriti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~4/Mg9TgBVBsm8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dentistsmriti.blogspot.com/2008/08/book-review-mission-in-kashmir.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~3/mrmYiplJzt0/well-returning-after-really-long-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (smriti)</author><pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 08:49:20 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438925108639742212.post-5315348644136987431</guid><description>Well returning after really long time...But I guess the blame goes to William Darymple who kept me busy so long with his book " Last Mughal". It was nice to dream the 1800's India with the Mughals and their royal life style and try to be  a part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book has a lot of surprises for a person like me who has bad idea of "History". It was unbelievable to know that Mr.Octerlony one of the agents to early India had a tomb with 4 minarets on the side (symbolyzing Christain Tomb and Muslim minarets) he was married to a Mughal Begum afterall. And he produced a legacy of White Mughals( long forgotten though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian culture has experienced invasion from many culture. Mughals almost hijacked Indian culture. To appreciate this, go anywhere in India you will always find Mughal monuments as the heritage. They were the most recent rulers of India after them British stepped in. There is though a striking difference between Mughal rule and British rule. Mughals ruled the country like their own native and British ruled it like a foreign land. That’s the reason; we consider Mughal monuments as the part of the heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier the British, deployed to India, were young and our cultural influence was so strong that they happily shed their Shirt and trouser for Hindustani pyjama and kurta but the later recruits were older in age, sometimes even widower, so strong were their cultural bias to India that they wanted to change our entire culture and then started the long row of conversion of faith and division in the society based on faith. That’s what every ruler wants though, and has been also done by the Mughal rulers but they used the money they earned from their estate into it again but British took it back with them. They were traders after all, they didn’t want to rule, they wanted to trade and make money.&lt;br /&gt; Modern Indian culture is a unique mix of Muslim and Christian culture. All the cultures have left their footprints, in the form of some ritual in our culture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438925108639742212-5315348644136987431?l=dentistsmriti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~4/mrmYiplJzt0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dentistsmriti.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-returning-after-really-long-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~3/7yN02GVnzbY/today-i-want-to-write-on-issue-that-ive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (smriti)</author><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 21:51:22 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438925108639742212.post-4690545591975966262</guid><description>Today i want to write on the issue that i've been upset in the recent past alot and thats of worsening sex ratio. It is appalling to watch in the tv the remains of fetuses denied the rights to the see the sun light. What really hurts me more is the deteoriating thinking of the doctors who do such crimes. Doctors are said to be intelligent to understand what is apt for the society and they are the ones who can change social outlook. How come an educated person do a crime like this? This clearly indicates how this profession has lost its sanctity and succumbed to the societal pressures of earning money and  putting the ethics in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;The nobility this profession enjoyed of in the past has given way to the urge of earning money by hook or by crook. Responsibility of this largely depends on the growing govt. policy of increasing reservations thus leaving less no. of seats for students aspiring for the course whether for graduation or for post graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Its people who have money end up doing courses as high as they want, and obtain seats by paying huge sums of money. Once they enter this real world of practice their primary &lt;br /&gt;aim is to recover the money spent behind education and they start all sorts of mal practices. Today's sadening field of medicine is not about curing ppl but earning money anyways.&lt;br /&gt;It is sad and govt. is still not bothered, they are as well busy in luring ppl to vote for them, so that they as well earn money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438925108639742212-4690545591975966262?l=dentistsmriti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~4/7yN02GVnzbY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dentistsmriti.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-i-want-to-write-on-issue-that-ive.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~3/FnfQAcfn7E0/and-t-is-my-faith-that-every-flower.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (smriti)</author><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 23:57:25 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438925108639742212.post-7226640842297644691</guid><description>And ’t is my faith, that every flower&lt;br /&gt;Enjoys the air it breathes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438925108639742212-7226640842297644691?l=dentistsmriti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~4/FnfQAcfn7E0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dentistsmriti.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-t-is-my-faith-that-every-flower.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>ME</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~3/sZmSmRitMtk/me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (smriti)</author><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 04:31:44 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438925108639742212.post-7873425659698335041</guid><description>I wanted to start my blog site with William Wordsworth's "I wandered lonely as a cloud" because it best describes what i wish to secretly do. This poetry found its place in my heart when i was 12yr old and it still remains my favourite poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me pen down soemthing about me, I've been crazy about literature since i was 13yr old. Irony&lt;br /&gt;it may seem, but i chose logic over literature and finally graduated with a degree of dentistry.  I am basically a free person, i love freedom. i believe in LIVE AND LET LIVE. I dont bother or mess much with people. Dont like to linger on with anyone day in or night coz i love the excitement of meeting someone after really long time. I love solitude.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;I like to hone my skills and knowledge continuosly and love debates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be posting articles and views on slew of subjects, keep checking them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438925108639742212-7873425659698335041?l=dentistsmriti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~4/sZmSmRitMtk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dentistsmriti.blogspot.com/2007/08/me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~3/8HYE-G0twbo/i-wandered-lonely-as-cloud-william.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (smriti)</author><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 03:49:35 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438925108639742212.post-5336495847706167979</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD" William Wordsworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I WANDERED lonely as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;         That floats on high o'er vales and hills,&lt;br /&gt;         When all at once I saw a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;         A host, of golden daffodils;&lt;br /&gt;         Beside the lake, beneath the trees,&lt;br /&gt;         Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Continuous as the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;         And twinkle on the milky way,&lt;br /&gt;         They stretched in never-ending line&lt;br /&gt;         Along the margin of a bay:                                  10&lt;br /&gt;         Ten thousand saw I at a glance,&lt;br /&gt;         Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The waves beside them danced; but they&lt;br /&gt;         Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:&lt;br /&gt;         A poet could not but be gay,&lt;br /&gt;         In such a jocund company:&lt;br /&gt;         I gazed--and gazed--but little thought&lt;br /&gt;         What wealth the show to me had brought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         For oft, when on my couch I lie&lt;br /&gt;         In vacant or in pensive mood,                               20&lt;br /&gt;         They flash upon that inward eye&lt;br /&gt;         Which is the bliss of solitude;&lt;br /&gt;         And then my heart with pleasure fills,&lt;br /&gt;         And dances with the daffodils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438925108639742212-5336495847706167979?l=dentistsmriti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Glvv/~4/8HYE-G0twbo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dentistsmriti.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wandered-lonely-as-cloud-william.html</feedburner:origLink></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

