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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZoIhp9EbRaTH9kWJrhsUWIRCnzg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZoIhp9EbRaTH9kWJrhsUWIRCnzg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZoIhp9EbRaTH9kWJrhsUWIRCnzg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZoIhp9EbRaTH9kWJrhsUWIRCnzg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The title sounds quite strange. One of my friend is shifting abroad because she has problem in car parking in Delhi..&lt;br /&gt;Well, this has not been said jokingly. My friend, who is married with a guy settled in London recently was reluctant to go seeing little scope for herself there. As a working women with high self esteem, she preferred living independently instead of settling down just a housewife. However, her neighbors did not let her rest for a single minute. The car parking place provided by her landlord was denied to her by nasty neighbors and she faced problems in leaving her car far from her residence and come alone in the night.&lt;br /&gt;This is a common story for young women in Delhi, who claim to be self-dependent or at least try to live alone.Despite boasting of a cosmopolitan global city, Delhi is ruthless toward women. Be it a traffic signal, or a park, car parking or a less crowded road; hypocrite men do not leave a single chance of harassing women. If you are young and confident, it's simply beyond their tolerance. If they see any woman driving a vehicle, something irks them. They will chase you, force to drive faster, and tease you with vulgar comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to be good according to them, women need to remain soft, delicate and ornamented only. Doing any thing daring is just an offense. Driving , no way!!! Does not matter whether you are working as a super boss in a corporate company or managing heavy responsibilities as a technocrat, if you are a woman, they will raise their brows at every step you take.&lt;br /&gt;I am not talking about some fundamentalist autocratic country of Middle East or Africa, this is the present and real face of Delhi, a highly urbanized, metropolitan and capital city of India...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7022264171327991654-1577482818373670781?l=gunjanpriya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lIMg/~4/ldidRuAIz44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gunjanpriya.blogspot.com/feeds/1577482818373670781/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022264171327991654&amp;postID=1577482818373670781" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022264171327991654/posts/default/1577482818373670781?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022264171327991654/posts/default/1577482818373670781?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lIMg/~3/ldidRuAIz44/she-is-shifting-abroad-due-to-problems.html" title="She is shifting abroad due to problems in car parking?????" /><author><name>Gpriya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04175240636523297676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gunjanpriya.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-is-shifting-abroad-due-to-problems.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBRHs9cCp7ImA9WhZRGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022264171327991654.post-7570800196489640386</id><published>2011-04-16T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:15:55.568-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-16T00:15:55.568-07:00</app:edited><title>Get married and settle down</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vGjpWPdRtyXCxnjcttHq1OOsy24/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vGjpWPdRtyXCxnjcttHq1OOsy24/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vGjpWPdRtyXCxnjcttHq1OOsy24/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vGjpWPdRtyXCxnjcttHq1OOsy24/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Recently went through a Hindi blog--http://shaadikarwao.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;
Though the blogger intends to put it with a touch of fun and sarcasm about the Indian society and marriage norms,and he does it beautifully, my thoughts led to some different aspects of it. Can Indian society think beyond marriages. Even in 21'st century, our main motto of life remains narrowed down in few things--- get educated, get a job and then settle down. There is a lot of change in the thinking toward career and way of living, but it is not so as far as the perception toward life is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;
So it does not matter yet if you are well qualified here and got your salary in lacs per month. Your father and mother, brothers and sisters and uncles and aunts [fortunately we have plenty of them in India] will always be concerned about your marriage and getting you settle down.&lt;br /&gt;
So guys before they ask you about your intentions behind staying single or doubt if the boy is going badly westernized [the way they quote homosexuality in India], just settle down and get married.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7022264171327991654-7570800196489640386?l=gunjanpriya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lIMg/~4/Z091IY0Aqs8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gunjanpriya.blogspot.com/feeds/7570800196489640386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022264171327991654&amp;postID=7570800196489640386" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022264171327991654/posts/default/7570800196489640386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022264171327991654/posts/default/7570800196489640386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lIMg/~3/Z091IY0Aqs8/get-married-and-settle-down.html" title="Get married and settle down" /><author><name>Gpriya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04175240636523297676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gunjanpriya.blogspot.com/2011/04/get-married-and-settle-down.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcCSXs8eCp7ImA9Wx9SEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022264171327991654.post-158586350377841499</id><published>2010-11-28T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:47:48.570-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-28T20:47:48.570-08:00</app:edited><title>Her best friend</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MqRIUTLv5AWEWj5ER3hhOxlruvA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MqRIUTLv5AWEWj5ER3hhOxlruvA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MqRIUTLv5AWEWj5ER3hhOxlruvA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MqRIUTLv5AWEWj5ER3hhOxlruvA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meeting an old friend was just like a dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A friend, close to my heart in every way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And she knew Without a word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whatever I wanted to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With patience she heard all my worries &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shared my dreams and nightmares &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talking about life’s bitterness and shining day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt her there in every way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never judged me for any deed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She felt the agony deep in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She embraced me with all my faults &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And stayed there all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She listened to me as air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Silent and without interruption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With all her courage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And did not shy away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She meant a lot to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanted to feel her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To embrace and let her know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How her presence had changed my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perplexed and shocked I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The moment I tried to embrace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And touch the moisture of belongingness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She was nothing but a mere mirror,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking blankly though supporting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And understanding me in every way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/7022264171327991654-158586350377841499?l=gunjanpriya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lIMg/~4/dbSp-c3PyYs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gunjanpriya.blogspot.com/feeds/158586350377841499/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022264171327991654&amp;postID=158586350377841499" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022264171327991654/posts/default/158586350377841499?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022264171327991654/posts/default/158586350377841499?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lIMg/~3/dbSp-c3PyYs/her-best-friend.html" title="Her best friend" /><author><name>Gpriya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04175240636523297676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gunjanpriya.blogspot.com/2010/11/her-best-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAEQ3Y5fyp7ImA9Wx9TFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022264171327991654.post-3714433805425451239</id><published>2010-11-25T01:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T01:18:22.827-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-25T01:18:22.827-08:00</app:edited><title>WHEN HE LOOKED BACK AND SMILED..</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dVwo623UrDcvikuOjFELCwGas0w/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dVwo623UrDcvikuOjFELCwGas0w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dVwo623UrDcvikuOjFELCwGas0w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dVwo623UrDcvikuOjFELCwGas0w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;WHEN IT WAS DARK IN THE MORNING&lt;br /&gt;
AND I WAS WAITING FOR THE SUN...&lt;br /&gt;
THE SKY WAS GLOOMY, AND BIRDS TO SILENT.&lt;br /&gt;
THOUGH THEY TOO WERE EAGER WITH OPEN MOUTH..&lt;br /&gt;
I OPENED MY EYES WHEN HE LOOKED BACK AND SMILED...&lt;br /&gt;
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I WAS AWAKE LYING IN MY BED..&lt;br /&gt;
TIRED WITH MY BORING ROUTINE&lt;br /&gt;
RUSHING FROM ONE CORRIDOR TO OTHER&lt;br /&gt;
TO CATCH &amp;nbsp;THE MORNING NEWS, BUSES AND CLASSES,&lt;br /&gt;
THE INTERVIEWS, VACANCIES AND EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;
YET TOO BUSY TO GIVE UP..&lt;br /&gt;
I GOT A BREATH WHEN HE LOOKED BACK AND SMILED&lt;br /&gt;
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IN THE COLLEGE, WHERE EVERY ONE SEEMS BUSY WITH SOMETHING REALLY WORTH..&lt;br /&gt;
A RESEARCH, OR A THESIS OR ATLEAST&lt;br /&gt;
SOME PROTAGONIST WITH A REVOLUTIONARY THEORY&lt;br /&gt;
I LAY AWAKE, THOUGH DOING NOTHING..&lt;br /&gt;
JUST MISSING THE CLASSES, BEING PHYSICALLY PRESENT,&lt;br /&gt;
ANALYSING THE USELESS RESEARCH METHODOLGY&lt;br /&gt;
AND COMPARING WITH THE RUTHLESS PRACTICALISM OUTSIDE THE CAMPUS..&lt;br /&gt;
I GOT A HOPE AGAINST THE HOPE,&lt;br /&gt;
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