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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mjLaLgds_pegH6EBCbkwOxLRvyo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mjLaLgds_pegH6EBCbkwOxLRvyo/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;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ51NsJ0Ess/Ty0SALT0YEI/AAAAAAAAAjE/cw74fFscfhA/s1600/whistling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ51NsJ0Ess/Ty0SALT0YEI/AAAAAAAAAjE/cw74fFscfhA/s1600/whistling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some months ago, I went to a multiplex to watch the Hindi movie ‘Singham’. Though there were many emotion shifts in the film, I watched it with a stern face and so as everyone in that theatre. When the movie ended, the family on my back row got up to leave. One lady amongst them said to her husband, “I liked the movie very much. What about you?” I wondered whether she really liked the movie. Throughout the screening, she didn’t laugh once, didn’t clap once, nor did she whistle any time. On my front row, there was a couple. The boy was analyzing one scene of the film. He liked it but was giving his expert views on how it could have been improved. The girl kept nodding in response while maintaining a look of acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The next day, I got a call from my friends in my hometown. They said that they all watched Singham and the public in the theatre went mad during the screening. I thought to myself, “I didn’t enjoy the movie as much as they could. It’s not that I didn’t like the movie. I like such kind of drama. Then, what’s the reason. Is it because I watched it alone? But that is something I do always!” Concluding that I might not have enjoyed the movie because I watched the late night show, I chose to give it another chance and this time it was an evening show in the same multiplex. Result was also the same. I liked the movie, but the enjoyment quotient can hardly be equal to even 1% of what my childhood friends had experienced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My curiosity increased. I wanted to discover what change I brought to myself in the recent years. “Is this what they say ‘hormonal change’? Am I going through depression?” My brain was bombarded with questions. After one week, one of my friends wished to meet me in Vashi. I knew there was a single screen theatre nearby. So I planned to watch Singham again in that theatre which was, in all respect, different from the multiplex I normally visit. After meeting my friend, I went to the theatre. The ticket price was half of what I had paid for the earlier visits to the same movie. Screening started. I had no excitement as by that time, I had all the dialogues by heart. &amp;nbsp;There was a lull for 5 minutes in the theatre and the rest is history. People started whistling, shouting, soon after the hero was introduced and continued this energy till the end. I was thrilled. This time, when I came out of the theatre, I felt I liked it and I enjoyed it thoroughly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This made me realize that watching cinema in a theatre is an art. Somewhere we miss the essence of an entertaining movie by judging it critically and just by showing off that we belong to the intelligent class. Many a times I feel we should deliberately retain the rawness in us. It’s not fun if we dance like Michael Jackson during Ganapati Visharjan – we need our street dance on the beats of &lt;i&gt;ta ta tain, ta ta tain, ta ta tain, ta ta ta ta tain&lt;/i&gt;. It’s not fun observing Holi at home with lots of sweets – we need to color our bhabhis, jijus, and their sisters who hide somewhere in the corner of their bed to prevent us from coloring them with gulal. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/7265194177449470794-8607526577191087402?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/3Srz8bgllpI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8607526577191087402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=8607526577191087402" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/8607526577191087402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/8607526577191087402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/3Srz8bgllpI/lets-retain-cheapness-in-us.html" title="Let’s Retain the Cheapness in Us" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ51NsJ0Ess/Ty0SALT0YEI/AAAAAAAAAjE/cw74fFscfhA/s72-c/whistling.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-retain-cheapness-in-us.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkADQHw4fSp7ImA9WhRbE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-1607762885435636958</id><published>2011-10-09T00:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T07:52:51.235-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T07:52:51.235-08:00</app:edited><title>Let’s Do It the Chanakya Way</title><content type="html">
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I think about Chanakya, I think about the ordinary teacher from Takshashila, who could dare dream to bring good governance to his kingdom and fulfill it by playing a pivotal role in dethroning the then cruel ruler of Magadh “Dhana Nanda”. Many a times, we jump into the conclusion that Chanakya took revenge from the king as he was humiliated in his court and was thrown out of the palace, being pulled by his hair. When we meticulously research about Chanakya who was also know as Vishnugupt, we come to know the bigger picture and the foresight that this wise &lt;i&gt;Brahmin&lt;/i&gt; had. He never gave much importance to his personal interest. His determination to replace Nanda with a deserving candidate as the king of Magadh had taken the shape of a vow when he realized that one who tortures his subjects merely to get more revenue, without caring about the security of united India, must not continue as the ruler of a kingdom. One teacher of his stature taking such a vow provided the courtiers with enough reason to laugh at this farcical move. However, the way Chanakya strategized to get this almost-impossible goal achieved is what made him a character of the history to be studied again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chanakya proved that no matter how much animosity you have with each other within the country, it is always a priority to deal with the foreign invaders. In this context he says when there are too many problems in your family, you should sort out the biggest one first. Following this principle, he sidelined his vow for years and concentrated on pushing Egyptian invader Alexander back to his country. He knew that it was impossible to unite the whole of India by simply dethroning Nanda when the security of the nation was already threatened by an alien invader.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;For ease of study, we can analyze the three pivotal roles played by Chanakya in order to prevent India from getting ruined by unfaithful rulers: one – in dethroning a cruel, unorganized, spendthrift ruler like Dhana Nanda; two – in uniting the whole of India and making it a far more powerful nation; three – in discovering and mentoring an able ruler like Chandragupt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even when we take it on a personal reference, the first segment teaches us that we should always identify and uproot the negativity in our inner self to remain strong; the second segment proves that unity shows strength; the third segment says we should always choose proper mediums to fulfill our dreams and to secure our fulfillment as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;These days when we say we idealize Gandhiji, it becomes obvious that we follow non-violence. However, with disregard to all the above insights, when we say we idealize Chanakya, there is always a chance of being comprehended that we are trying to be diplomatic to get our ends achieved. When we read a book or a story written centuries ago, the first question that comes to our mind is that whether there is any relevance of the learning in today’s context. I can’t say about other books or teachings, but Chanakya’s principles (popularly known as Chanakyaneeti) definitely have the potential to bring many positive changes in the field of politics and in many other environments if applied constructively. Study of Chanakya makes you brave enough to dream what is impossible to fulfill and remain determined throughout while playing the best cards in the wittiest way. However, the most important part of the story is that you must have a selfless dream - something which is for the public interest more than just remaining a personal desire. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/7265194177449470794-1607762885435636958?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/FRdmICmBbm4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1607762885435636958/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=1607762885435636958" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/1607762885435636958?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/1607762885435636958?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/FRdmICmBbm4/lets-do-it-chanakya-way.html" title="Let’s Do It the Chanakya Way" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3nVoIwLo35E/TpVetEJ9XfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ebw4BVR_9dM/s72-c/index.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2011/10/lets-do-it-chanakya-way.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMQnc_eyp7ImA9WhdTEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-5051433651468881150</id><published>2011-07-03T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T02:31:23.943-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-07T02:31:23.943-07:00</app:edited><title>Need to Reward the Honest before Punishing the Corrupt</title><content type="html">
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Meanwhile, there was a conversation going on between another rickshaw driver and the officer. “&lt;i&gt;Saheb, tumhi Patil Sahebla olakta ka? To majha mitr ahe&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;(Sir, you know Mr. Patil. He is a friend.)” – “&lt;i&gt;Tar kay? To majha saheb ahe kay?&lt;/i&gt; (So what? Is he my boss?)” &amp;nbsp;“&lt;i&gt;Nahi. Mi tar asach&lt;/i&gt;..( No, sir. I was just..)”, said the guy in the khakhi displaying an ear-to-ear smile on his frustrated face. As the officer was making a challan, the driver offered him a folded fifty rupee currency note. &amp;nbsp;To my surprise, I was not surprised to see the auto driver offering a bribe to the traffic officer, but what surprised me was that the officer refused to accept the bribe and asked for hundred rupees while showing him the challan with an assertive tone. Disappointed, the autorickshaw driver gave him a hundred rupee note and took its receipt. This way, the ethic of the man in white uniform overshadowed the unethical practice of the man in khakhi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Kudos to this officer. There was nobody in the vicinity. Nobody could have caught him if he had received the bribe and added 50 rupees more to his salary. But there is something called “self-esteem”, proved the officer. I don’t know whether he gets any rewards from his department for his honesty and whether any punishment the corrupt officers get or not. But before the later, I definitely would love to know the earlier which is, I think, more important at a time when ALMOST EVERYONE is vulnerable to corruption.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;This is a very good thing to know today when saints are forced to fast in order to fight against corruption and the opposition party is no more gheraoing the government over the issue of corruption. How could they? The majority will be behind the bars in that case. Many of their own people will also end up in the dock. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;To fight the battle of honesty with yourself and with others, the present time is truly very challenging when rate for everything is fixed, as they say everyone has their price. One tea and two biscuits for marking your attendance for the bunked college classes; 50 rupees for ignoring the traffic rules; 400 rupees for getting your investigation done for a passport application. So on and so more. These are all open secrets.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;At this juncture, when we are waiting for the Lokpal Bill to be passed in the parliament, we should not ignore those who have remained honest even in these critical conditions. It is highly important to reward them, appreciate them, and highlight them to be idealised even before claiming punishment for the guilty. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/7265194177449470794-5051433651468881150?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/mGDjJYL7VQ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5051433651468881150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=5051433651468881150" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/5051433651468881150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/5051433651468881150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/mGDjJYL7VQ0/need-to-reward-honest-before-punishing.html" title="Need to Reward the Honest before Punishing the Corrupt" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch8CFMScLdU/ThV8zAFTo-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/zDPNjplX5ow/s72-c/kudos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2011/07/need-to-reward-honest-before-punishing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFSHgzeSp7ImA9WhdaE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-1125157605261735234</id><published>2011-06-12T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:25:19.681-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-23T00:25:19.681-07:00</app:edited><title>An Art that will Die Because of Bathrooms</title><content type="html">
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a hot afternoon. 1:30 PM, June 5. After riding my bicycle for about 2 kilometres in my hometown Berhampur, I was stranded on a ‘no men’ road. Two kilometres away from my destination, I was already thirsty, exhausted and not at all willing to push the paddles. Suddenly my eyes fell on the faraway bore well that was at a distance about 100 meters. Licking my upper lips with an eye of hope, I headed towards my immediate destination lured by a desire to drink some water and sprinkle some on my face and head for relief. But destiny had it something else. One village woman was taking her bath at the bore well. How could I go near the woman when she was taking her bath? Hesitation would have arisen only when I had two options – to go or not to go. Here there was only one – a straight “No”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The more I got closer to the bore well, the more I concentrated on the droplets falling from the face of the bore well into the vessel that the woman had kept for storing water. But after a point, my focus shifted from water to the woman. Aged between 20 and 25, she was amazingly beautiful. Touching her waist, her hair is extra-accentuating when it was wet. However, these were not the characteristics that forced me to stare at the woman continuously for minutes. Actually, I was surprised to see the way she managed to wear the sari without giving a single chance to expose her body too much. When I was crossing her, she was already done with bathing. She squeezed her sari from one end, tied that end around her waist while untying the other end and then squeezed the other end and put it on to cover her upper half. Thanks to my goggle. I could see the entire act without any hesitation. No obscenity, no nudity, no skin show at all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What an art to wear a wet sari in open?! It seemed like a flawless rhythmic poetry to me. At first, I thought why that lady was taking bath in open. She should not do that. But after experiencing all that, I thought it was not wrong. I think she had no doubt that I was observing her but still she was not uncomfortable. Maybe because she was supremely confident of her art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Neither thirst nor tiredness could dominate me after that. I took 15 more minutes to reach my destination while thinking if this exceptional art will die once everyone will get to take bath in bathrooms. Just a trivial thought!&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/7265194177449470794-1125157605261735234?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/wsvY9lQFGFQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1125157605261735234/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=1125157605261735234" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/1125157605261735234?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/1125157605261735234?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/wsvY9lQFGFQ/art-that-will-die-because-of-bathrooms.html" title="An Art that will Die Because of Bathrooms" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YIDa_WXt-_k/ThV7gL0SvbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eVDW7y1YiT4/s72-c/art.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2011/06/art-that-will-die-because-of-bathrooms.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ARHg4fip7ImA9WhZQFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-7440428597675304093</id><published>2011-03-26T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T05:15:45.636-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-23T05:15:45.636-07:00</app:edited><title>One of the Many Lessons Learnt from Mythology</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KfV3vGUYWZIDq-6-gFPneR1BpUY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KfV3vGUYWZIDq-6-gFPneR1BpUY/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;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JXc2PFe0CGY/TbLCtEV9OII/AAAAAAAAAOU/3RdNVfu_2qw/s1600/hhh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JXc2PFe0CGY/TbLCtEV9OII/AAAAAAAAAOU/3RdNVfu_2qw/s200/hhh.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Goddess Lakshmi and Shanidev once fought over the 'superiority' issue. Both considered themselves to be superior than the other. When nobody seemed to be accepting the other’s supremacy, they thought of approaching Lord Vishnu to solve the matter. However, Lord Vishnu disappointed them saying, “Lord Shankar would be the right person to decide this.” So, both the judgement-seekers approached Lord Shankar, but only to hear from Him that Lord Brahma would be the right person for this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Following Lord Shankar’s advice, when Goddess Lakshmi and Shanidev were on their way to meet Lord Brahma, they saw Naradmuni who asked them where they were going to. After knowing the reason, &amp;nbsp;Naradmuni told both of them that he could sort out the issue then and there and they did not need to trouble Lord Brahma for this purpose. Both the Lords were very happy to know this. They asked how the issue was going to be sorted out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Naradmuni pointed at a distance and asked both Goddess Lakshmi and Shanidev to walk till that point and then to come back. Both of them, with a question mark on their faces, followed the instruction. When they came back, Naradmuni said that he came to a conclusion that both the Lords were equal in status – nobody is superior and nobody is inferior. How? He explained, Goddess Lakshmi is great when She comes in and Shanidev is great when He departs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The issue was solved. Both Goddess Lakshmi and Shanidev were exhilarated to hear the decision. They left for their respective destinations happily after thanking Naradmuni for sorting it out.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The above story was shown in one of the episodes of a mythological TV show several years ago. I was spellbound to know how a complex issue like this could be solved diplomatically, so easily. Certainly a very big clash could be avoided by Naradmuni who handled it very tactically and smartly. I must say that episode of the TV show inspired me a lot and encouraged me to give a very different approach whenever there is a problem with friends or among friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not only this episode, there are many things we can learn from history and mythology. Many of these teachings are still applicable in today’s world. We just need to refer to the correct parallel situation to get inspiration from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “This is so bad.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mother: “I don’t think so.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Me: “Why should your father give so much of his hard-earned money in the occasion of your marriage?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mother: “No worries. I had two brothers. So my family recovered that money and even received more than that from the families of both my sisters-in-law.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Me: “This is disastrous.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Though I had copied the essay from the book, I had decided that I would never copy this norm from the society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
20 years have passed. I am yet to convince my family that it is really disastrous. I have realized that even though it is a very positive change, it’s very difficult to bring that in the already grown-ups. Every time, I get an occasion to discuss on the topic, I simply say, “I wish your teacher had asked you to write an essay on Dowry System in your primary school.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Essay is merely one example; many things that happen in our childhood do have a lasting impression on us. The movies that we watch, the stage shows, the rituals, the happenings in our neighbourhood, and all that we see for the first time in life can hardly be forgotten. So it’s very important for us to experience that in a correct manner so that it can bring a very positive change and help us build a very effective character. My point is, right experience builds effective character, effective character builds wonderful citizens, and wonderful citizens build a wonderful nation. And for this purpose, the necessity is to sow the seeds of righteousness right from the beginning. Because, it almost takes a generation!&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/7265194177449470794-4411027361871978620?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/qi_xNP6NY_c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4411027361871978620/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=4411027361871978620" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/4411027361871978620?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/4411027361871978620?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/qi_xNP6NY_c/it-takes-generation.html" title="It Takes a Generation" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cljknI26_vU/TbLAMgVPo-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ByRk11KgtFQ/s72-c/father+son.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-takes-generation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNQX4yfip7ImA9WhZTE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-1314414667793255451</id><published>2011-03-09T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:44:50.096-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-17T07:44:50.096-07:00</app:edited><title>NO MORE RUSTIC, NO MORE NAIVE</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m7w2N0VE3_nRBwpB-uUjy-_1YLY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m7w2N0VE3_nRBwpB-uUjy-_1YLY/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/m7w2N0VE3_nRBwpB-uUjy-_1YLY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m7w2N0VE3_nRBwpB-uUjy-_1YLY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Change is bound to happen, when they say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I retract myself from their way, the usual way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing wrong in the statement though&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing new in it, nothing more to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friends are forever, when they say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I retract myself from their way, the usual way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing wrong in the statement though&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing new in it, nothing more to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If ever I’ll follow the general norm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You will give me dowry, will say ‘no harm’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If ever I’ll follow the general rules&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You will lead me to the path of numerous fools&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So sans a thought, why to give it a high-five?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, am no more rustic, no more naive!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-1314414667793255451?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/bQ915eZ1mtQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1314414667793255451/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=1314414667793255451" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/1314414667793255451?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/1314414667793255451?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/bQ915eZ1mtQ/no-more-rustic-no-more-naive.html" title="NO MORE RUSTIC, NO MORE NAIVE" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-more-rustic-no-more-naive.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HQH87fip7ImA9Wx9QE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-4705948461556016462</id><published>2010-12-26T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T02:03:51.106-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-26T02:03:51.106-08:00</app:edited><title>Blows the Wind When You Start Moving</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0taW-3SECLL4oDNdVgNLpEVg1Mw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0taW-3SECLL4oDNdVgNLpEVg1Mw/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/0taW-3SECLL4oDNdVgNLpEVg1Mw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0taW-3SECLL4oDNdVgNLpEVg1Mw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Motion it had, like a hill undiscovered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence it had, like waves towered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Heat it had, like that of an ice-cube&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Strength it had, like a piece of tube&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Seemed everything, filled with fatigue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Realised I, when life was static&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Negligence sometimes needs strong hooping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Blows the wind when you start moving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-4705948461556016462?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/rcQIxPNoPWQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4705948461556016462/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=4705948461556016462" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/4705948461556016462?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/4705948461556016462?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/rcQIxPNoPWQ/blows-wind-when-you-start-moving.html" title="Blows the Wind When You Start Moving" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/12/blows-wind-when-you-start-moving.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQHQnszeip7ImA9Wx5bGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-9052955764850853086</id><published>2010-10-31T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T07:12:13.582-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-05T07:12:13.582-07:00</app:edited><title>Rakta Charitra – Movie Review</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DiNxJOJwKEdnQ2Q5WjL07YVN8ac/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DiNxJOJwKEdnQ2Q5WjL07YVN8ac/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TNQQthWdsLI/AAAAAAAAANg/wdym14e7nY8/s1600/rakta+charitra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TNQQthWdsLI/AAAAAAAAANg/wdym14e7nY8/s320/rakta+charitra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536068216177930418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ram Gopal Verma once again proved that he is a rebel in the Hindi film industry. Rakta Charitra is one more rebellious attempt from him in many aspects. First, it is based on politics in Andhra Pradesh. Second, it has changed the definition of violence which is presented in its ugliest form. Third, barring a few actors, all the rest are from the South film industries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you expect anything more than the excessive brutality in the movie, you will be disappointed. The protagonist’s father and brother were killed in a political scenario. He comes back to his native village and takes revenge from the killers. Later on, he decides to come to politics with an intention to gain power and before you come back from a loo-break, he becomes a minister. And then, he warns all the goons of the state to quit their illegal activities. And the movie ends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acting-wise, Vivek Oberoi has nothing new to offer. He has been made to show the same two expressions throughout the movie that he has already exhibited in many of his previous movies like Company, Kaal, Yuva, Omkara and Dum. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Shatrughan Sinha acts like a South Indian Superstar. Too slow dialogue delivery and those signature styles - that you expect from the South Indian lead actors - from Sinha force audiences to yawn. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After being disappointed from many fields, you would expect some good punch-lines. Fine, there are only a couple of lines that would make you feel good. Otherwise, the rest are repetitive. What is the most irritating part of the movie is the voice-over narration. It makes you feel as if the film-maker has underestimated your intelligence. This might have been introduced as an attempt to compensate for the weak screenplay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, just as the violence in the movie tortures your brain, the camera movements torture your eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-9052955764850853086?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/qJ_a20UAYYw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/9052955764850853086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=9052955764850853086" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/9052955764850853086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/9052955764850853086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/qJ_a20UAYYw/rakta-charitra-movie-review_31.html" title="Rakta Charitra – Movie Review" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TNQQthWdsLI/AAAAAAAAANg/wdym14e7nY8/s72-c/rakta+charitra.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/rakta-charitra-movie-review_31.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUFQ38ycCp7ImA9Wx5bGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-4193144992503297619</id><published>2010-10-20T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T07:10:12.198-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-05T07:10:12.198-07:00</app:edited><title>Something Wrong with the Way So Far</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TWfc4KHYGe2_Tf9VYnrNr39_3pA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TWfc4KHYGe2_Tf9VYnrNr39_3pA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TNQQOlgSslI/AAAAAAAAANY/JHZEBMWHfxQ/s1600/inquality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TNQQOlgSslI/AAAAAAAAANY/JHZEBMWHfxQ/s320/inquality.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536067684716950098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Harmony and security – both are above any religion. Some train passengers in Mumbai proved it by showing extra courage and standing for the truth. Sorry, if you want to know more about this, you have to contact my friend “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adityadanait.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aditya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;” who is the eye-witness of this incident. What I can tell you is that he told me that he witnessed a shocking incident in a Mumbai local train. According to him, on October 18, a man (Mr X) who was not handicapped was travelling in a coach meant for handicapped people. Mr X found that a traveller was offering his evening prayers in the same coach. As the other fellow did not belong to the religion that Mr X belongs to, the prayer tortured him and hence he started abusing the earlier. Gradually, he raised his voice and also expressed his anger by exhibiting his expanded vocabulary of obscene words. Falling prey to the situation, the traveller was also getting angry but was helpless. Getting worse to worst, it got on the nerves of even the other passengers in the coach and in the neighbouring coach as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;As they say every action has a particular reaction, when the train stopped at a station, some people who witnessed the nonsense happening from the neighbouring coach through the window got down, entered the coach of action and started beating Mr X. Surprisingly, the accused shouted saying “I am a police man”, inviting even more criticism and shame for himself. It was also found that Mr X, who was later thrown out of the train at a station, was drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;The incident raised two issues – one positive and one negative. The positive issue is that some of the people who beat Mr X may or may not belong to his religion. Justice was the religion here, which was served. However, we should bother about the negative issue more than just to rest on the positive one. We need to ask ourselves “when can we be able to FULLY accept differences and diversity?” We need to understand and make people understand that this is what forms our “composite” culture.  There is definitely something wrong with the way so far even after more than 60 years of achieving independence from FOREIGN RULE. Real independence seems to be far away from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-4193144992503297619?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/YK6PD3NYs7A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4193144992503297619/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=4193144992503297619" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/4193144992503297619?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/4193144992503297619?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/YK6PD3NYs7A/something-wrong-with-way-so-far.html" title="Something Wrong with the Way So Far" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TNQQOlgSslI/AAAAAAAAANY/JHZEBMWHfxQ/s72-c/inquality.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-wrong-with-way-so-far.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ANSXkyfSp7ImA9Wx5UE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-599842621944459291</id><published>2010-10-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T04:43:18.795-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-17T04:43:18.795-07:00</app:edited><title>The very basic of Social Relationship</title><content type="html">
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Because the most basic definition of society would be a group of people living under a common set of rules. So if you follow all the rules established by the society, you will be considered social. Otherwise, you are anti-social, which means you are involved in any of the anti-social activities such as stealing, burglary, violating or misusing the citizen rights, hurting others’ interests, etc. None of these anti-social activities are approved by the society.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Having a healthy social relationship is what makes life simpler and more lively. You come from home and go to school, college or work place. If everyone who meets you on the way greets you with a genuine smile, it makes a big difference in your behavior and mood. On the contrary, if everyone ignores you or looks at you with hatred, this will reflect in your nature as well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;You can have a very healthy social relationship by following all the etiquettes established by the society, e.g. how to behave when you meet a person for the first time, when a guest comes home, when someone appreciates or criticizes, when someone advises, when you get rewards, or how to treat parents, friends, elders, etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;However, only following the established etiquettes would not be enough. As many people together make the society, you also have to ensure that everyone or whomever you come across follows the social norms. Inspiring others positively should be considered as a very essential part of the social behavior. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-599842621944459291?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/egKX9s2q5ts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/599842621944459291/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=599842621944459291" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/599842621944459291?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/599842621944459291?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/egKX9s2q5ts/very-basic-of-social-relationship.html" title="The very basic of Social Relationship" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TLrhOGt7C5I/AAAAAAAAANI/W1SdtTYS-fk/s72-c/social+relationship.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/very-basic-of-social-relationship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUADQXk5cSp7ImA9Wx5UE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-2967068585296873383</id><published>2010-10-16T09:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T04:09:30.729-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-17T04:09:30.729-07:00</app:edited><title>Keyboard is mightier than sword!</title><content type="html">
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She was thrilled with the opportunity. As she typed the alphabets and saw it reflect on the screen, I could see the exhilaration in her eyes. This was like an achievement for her. However, she did not get this chance easily. She had to pamper me for more than a month. She had to tell me that in school, she is also taught about computers, that she now knows about the use of a mouse, that her teacher asked her to use a computer whenever she gets a chance, and (the height of exaggeration) that her tution teacher told her that I should let her use the laptop. I had realized her keen interest, but what made me keep her away from the notebook was the fear that she might lose interest in writing with pen and paper once she gets used to the keyboard. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;Anyway, it was perhaps more exciting for her than to hold the pencil for the first time. With the pencil, she might not know what is the use of it in her life at that age. But with the laptop, she knows that she is going to use it very often in the future. However, what about her hand-writing! I feared it would get worse if she doesn't write with pen and paper. End of the day, she is not going to get a laptop to write her exams. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;All this made me realize that if students get a chance to use computers in examinations, maybe the issue of getting less marks due to bad handwriting will be solved, provided no technical crisis is associated with the opportunity. Availability of numerous jobs where computers are used as unavoidable tools can be given as an argument in this case.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;The statement “Pen is mightier than sword” seems to be old now. Now it is “Keyboard is mightier than sword.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-ansi-language:EN;mso-fareast-language:EN-IN;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-2967068585296873383?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/AVWCTHd0bJo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2967068585296873383/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=2967068585296873383" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/2967068585296873383?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/2967068585296873383?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/AVWCTHd0bJo/keyboard-is-mightier-than-sword_2897.html" title="Keyboard is mightier than sword!" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TLrZVcsLfHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zvMFHBszxz4/s72-c/keyboard.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/keyboard-is-mightier-than-sword_2897.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8BRnYzeip7ImA9Wx5UE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-230067120998321163</id><published>2010-10-16T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T03:54:17.882-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-17T03:54:17.882-07:00</app:edited><title>English makes it simple to describe western life-style</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y-WVoR6yrJyx47xLxSql0Szio0o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y-WVoR6yrJyx47xLxSql0Szio0o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TLrVyPO8YrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/r8G-jkHKWnw/s1600/dating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TLrVyPO8YrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/r8G-jkHKWnw/s320/dating.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528966551610090162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Once my friend Karan said, "Ganesh, what's special about relationships in Mumbai that If you like some girl and she is engaged, don't worry. Wait till she breaks up with the guy, which is bound to happen. Till then, have patience and be just friends." I asked, "How are you so sure that a break-up is the destiny of every relationship?" "Hmmm.. I know my statement is not 100% correct, but yes, in 90% cases I am right, my friend", said Karan while keeping his right hand on my left shoulder with full confidence. I didn't understand the actual meaning of a break-up, so I enquired. He said, "That is what happened with my relationship yesterday. Jagan is the witness.", he said and went to the bathroom. I asked Jagan, "What happened?" He said, "Leave it, man. Let's eat something. I am hungry." After some time, all three of us left for dinner. My doubt remained a doubt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Break-up seemed to be a very popular word in Mumbai. So I hesitated to ask the meaning to anyone. After some months, two of my friends were talking about someone's break-up. I asked, "What happened?" They said, "Some couple have parted their ways." I gathered some courage to ask, "Ok, is this what they say 'break-up'?" One of the friends said, "Yes, break-up is a mutual decision of parting ways." "Is it necessary to fight during a break-up?", was my next question. "Depends upon the couple", was the answer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Now, I also understood the meaning of the term “break-up”. However, it didn’t take me as much time as it took me to understand the meaning of “Dating”. When girls were followed, teased, passed cheap comments in my hometown, I used to feel very bad. One of my old friends used to tell me that he was falling for a girl. But, what I observed was that he passed nasty comments whenever he saw the girl. I asked, “What kind of love was it?” He said, “This is the way the communication will start. First, I will pass comments, then I will follow her, and then she will notice me. Gradually, we will talk to each other.” I said, “What the fuck?!” That day I thought there should be some norms for starting communication where a relationship is considered. “Dating” was the word I got as an answer in Mumbai after two years of being hit with the question.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;These are just two of the numerous English words which I learnt in last four years. And I am sure that communication became smoother after learning the words. Truly, western culture can be described the best only in a western language.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-230067120998321163?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/R1HJAnt56Js" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/230067120998321163/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=230067120998321163" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/230067120998321163?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/230067120998321163?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/R1HJAnt56Js/english-makes-it-simple-to-describe.html" title="English makes it simple to describe western life-style" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TLrVyPO8YrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/r8G-jkHKWnw/s72-c/dating.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/english-makes-it-simple-to-describe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMEQHoyeCp7ImA9Wx5UE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-7624424326375437290</id><published>2010-10-09T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T04:03:21.490-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-17T04:03:21.490-07:00</app:edited><title>Jaago “Viewers” Jaago</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GfyzFZFYh_DpNUWTESQwpB-sgdA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GfyzFZFYh_DpNUWTESQwpB-sgdA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TLrXniHwojI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zHj4ldI9gjI/s1600/tv+viewers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TLrXniHwojI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zHj4ldI9gjI/s320/tv+viewers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528968566724928050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scanning through the TV channels as usual when I came across two different programs in two news channels. Just giving you an analysis of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Channel no: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Program: A discussion about a reality show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I won’t mention the name of the show here as I don’t want to give any free publicity to the program. The issue was “why certain people were allowed to be part of a show?” I was stuck with the channel for 15 minutes. The anchor asks why the tainted participants were being made celebrities. Another participant in the discussion supported this. Someone else was talking about certain controversial behaviour patterns and mannerisms of the participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Channel no: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Program: Kho Na Jaye Ye! – A discussion on Child Abuse in India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program gave all the shocking data of child abuse in India. It mentioned the reasons, advised on preventive measures, and also warned about the social crisis it may lead to. It’s enough. I don’t need to mention anything more to describe the importance of such programs in our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Difference between the programs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first talks about the redundancy of a reality show, but makes it more popular by mentioning the name and discussing the content again and again. This reminds me of one of my friends who posted his Facebook status advising people not to watch the program by giving 7 to 8 reasons, making people even more excited to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second program proves that the channel understands its responsibility. It brings forth the truth and forces people to think how to solve a serious issue and make the world a better living place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should promote the programs, which we think are relevant for the society, in every possible way we can. At the same time, we should refrain from even mentioning the name of anything that is creating nuisance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-7624424326375437290?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/26bTFDNTqyk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7624424326375437290/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=7624424326375437290" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/7624424326375437290?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/7624424326375437290?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/26bTFDNTqyk/jaago-viewers-jaago.html" title="Jaago “Viewers” Jaago" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TLrXniHwojI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zHj4ldI9gjI/s72-c/tv+viewers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/jaago-viewers-jaago.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFSHkzfip7ImA9Wx5WE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-4632010552512944761</id><published>2010-09-12T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:03:39.786-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-23T22:03:39.786-07:00</app:edited><title>Dabang – The Bang</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iDTxra_U2jHLL9TscjA8CFbJklw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iDTxra_U2jHLL9TscjA8CFbJklw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TIzn0Ipli_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Jngx748MpSg/s1600/dabang.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TIzn0Ipli_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Jngx748MpSg/s320/dabang.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516038526483139570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the story of Chulbul Pandey, a Dabang (fearless) police officer. He lost his father at a very young age, didn’t get any love or guidance from his stepfather, hence wrote his own destiny. He has a love angle – falls in love with a village girl. He has a crime angle – loots the looters. He has a heroic angle – fights against the evil. How Chulbul achieves his love, wins the hearts of his stepfather and stepbrother, avenges his mother’s murder, describe what Dabang is.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new about the story. It seems like the story has been written in half an hour. They just collected everything that suits Salman Khan and tried to weave them into one string. But applauds to everyone associated with the idea. You need to be “Dabang” to do all this successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performancewise Salman was fabulous – his stardom goes with the character. His fans will be happy to see him in this avatar. Sonakshi had nothing much to do but looked gorgeous. Dimple Kapadia and Vinod Khanna delivered good performances. Arbaaz Khan was ok.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Songs are the biggest plus point of Dabang though their picturisation seemed to be like those of the nineties. Action can be compared to those of top-class action movies made in the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dabang is a fun to watch. It’s made for entertainment and meets the purpose. People who liked Wanted will love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 15 minutes to write this review and I think it's enough for a movie that has been written in half an hour. So that's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-4632010552512944761?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/wVdkjJ6MBU4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4632010552512944761/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=4632010552512944761" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/4632010552512944761?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/4632010552512944761?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/wVdkjJ6MBU4/dabang-bang.html" title="Dabang – The Bang" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TIzn0Ipli_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Jngx748MpSg/s72-c/dabang.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/09/dabang-bang.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8DQXc_eSp7ImA9Wx5QEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-8980581286565150340</id><published>2010-08-30T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T06:11:10.941-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-30T06:11:10.941-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nidaan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anand" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diseases" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bollywood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="taare zameen par" /><title>Bollywood teaches about diseases</title><content type="html">
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There are many things we did not know, realize or think about before we saw it on the silver screen. Things that we did not give much importance held a lot of importance after we watched the same in the form of a story in a theater or on TV at home. Crime in the society, roots of terrorism, corruption, and many other topics were introduced to us in a highly presentable way. We watched, learnt, and tried to get away from the evil after every cinematic experience. Cinema has done one more favor on us by introducing us to various forms of prevailing diseases – some of them we normally see around us and some of them are very rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood (Hindi Film Industry) has played a very important role in introducing us to some of the rarest diseases. Some of those diseases were never known to the common men before. “Lympho Sarcoma of the intestine”, said the doctor when the patient inquired about the disease he was suffering from in the movie Anand released in 1971. After knowing about the condition, the patient said “wow, what a big name?” and laughed. The movie teaches how a patient can make everyone laugh though he knows that there is a big tumor growing inside his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s when Amir Khan came up with his directorial debut ‘Tare Zameen Par’ in 2007, many people came to know that the inability to write and read can be a medical condition called ‘Dyslexia’. People who earlier used to force their children to read and write realized their mistake and people who have children facing the same problem learnt how to tackle the issue. The way to overcome the problem is through love, affection and exceptional care with intelligence and not avoidance or punishment is what the movie advises. Similarly, &lt;a href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/review-once-upon-time-in-mumbai.html"&gt;Ajay Devgan&lt;/a&gt;’s directorial debut ‘U, Me aur Hum’ that released in 2008 taught us about the ill-effects of Alzheimer's. The movie showed how a husband chooses a different style of life to take care of his wife who suffers from the disease. Leaving the patient in an asylum is not the solution but with utmost care, the issue can be tackled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two movies which surprised the audience by highlighting two very rare diseases. Diwangi in 2002 highlighted the condition ‘Split Personality’ whereas Aparichit in 2006 documented the violent effects of ‘Multiple personality disorder‘.  Audience were left spellbound with the way the consequence of the medical conditions presented in the two movies. One person starts behaving like another In Diwangi whereas Aparichit shows how a single person can wear multiple personalities in different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahesh Manjrekar’s first Hindi movie Nidaan released in 2000 described how a teenage girl suffered from AIDS and how she went through different physical conditions until death. On the contrary, Phir Milenge made in 2004 on the same subject of a HIV positive victim doesn’t talk about the miseries of the disease but highlights the negative social approach towards the patient.&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood introduced many people to Progeria through the movie Paa (2010), Autism through the movies ‘Main Aisa Hi Hun’ and ‘My Name is Khan’. Starting with 'Dil Ek Mandir' in 1963 till 'Kal Ho Na Ho' in 2003, the industry gave us many movies on Cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-8980581286565150340?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/s9JdM3ug9IY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8980581286565150340/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=8980581286565150340" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/8980581286565150340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/8980581286565150340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/s9JdM3ug9IY/bollywood-teaches-about-diseases.html" title="Bollywood teaches about diseases" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THun7g8diLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ITudY3vCLn8/s72-c/amitabh-paa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/bollywood-teaches-about-diseases.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4FRn49fyp7ImA9Wx5QEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-763650714022451146</id><published>2010-08-22T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T06:11:57.067-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-30T06:11:57.067-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage age" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="compulsury marriage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crime" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="witchcraft" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title>Marriage should happen when you want it to</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bIypAHr7chSd6Ge6sP3RJxO82Yo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bIypAHr7chSd6Ge6sP3RJxO82Yo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THEdxMmyJwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_21InxOpvr0/s1600/Marriage+image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THEdxMmyJwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_21InxOpvr0/s320/Marriage+image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508216550285518594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when I learnt from &lt;a href="http://www.dedicatedtoalka.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alka&lt;/a&gt; that a girl from one of her neighbours was allegedly kidnapped and killed a child. The reason of the killing was cited to be the marriage of the accused. Yes, the girl who was only 26 years old was going through depression because of not getting married. Some witch advised that if she kills a child, she will overcome the bad-luck factor and then, marriage will happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is not a rare case as far as India is concerned. We come across many such crime stories that involve witchcraft and other superstitions related to marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions that arise here are that “should a girl at the age of 26 be considered old enough to get married?” and “who will decide the right age for someone’s marriage?” I believe, virtually everyone who made the girl believe that she is old enough to get married is partly responsible for the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water goes over the nose when your own family members curse you because your marriage is not happening and hold your “bad-luck” responsible for this. Their concern is obviously contributed by the opinions of the people they are surrounded with, which carries them away;  but that can never be presented as an excuse. Life should be how you choose to live and not following the footsteps of billions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After crossing the legal age of marriage (18 for women and 21 for men), one can get married any time and there shouldn’t be any virtual social bar against it. After all, for marriage one doesn’t need to attain a certain age but he or she has to meet so many other  requirements such as being financially stable, finding a perfect partner, mental preparation, getting ready to have a family, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This case was a pure consequence of the concept of &lt;a href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2008/02/putting-end-to-compulsory-marriage.html"&gt;compulsory marriage&lt;/a&gt; – the girl was convinced that she has no other choice but to get married one day and that too before attaining a certain age. Anyway, no logic of this sort can justify such a crime, and especially in this case when the accused is old enough to take decisions for herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-763650714022451146?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/fQ0QKhKmWZc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/763650714022451146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=763650714022451146" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/763650714022451146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/763650714022451146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/fQ0QKhKmWZc/marriage-should-happen-when-you-want-it.html" title="Marriage should happen when you want it to" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THEdxMmyJwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_21InxOpvr0/s72-c/Marriage+image.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/marriage-should-happen-when-you-want-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4NSHcyeip7ImA9Wx5QEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-8381377760954277793</id><published>2010-08-14T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T06:13:19.992-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-30T06:13:19.992-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="about life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inter-caste marriage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dowry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="traditional" /><title>Life Being Traditional</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MLZjwVAzwC3ELa3Dr94rXSgTGAw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MLZjwVAzwC3ELa3Dr94rXSgTGAw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGeSf6FnPjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cEweuSIs0Tw/s1600/life+being+traditional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGeSf6FnPjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cEweuSIs0Tw/s320/life+being+traditional.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505530146350120498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school when I was five years old, to high school when I was ten, junior college when I was 15 and senior college after that, and then university. With all this, I haven't done anything new. I took admission in school when I was five because my father had done the same thing at that age, went to junior college after school when I was 15 because my eldest brother had done the same thing at that stage of his life, went to university after college to pursue post graduation because lots of people in the locality had done the same after graduation.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During graduation, I was a little inclined towards spirituality for which I had to get a lot of blasts from my mother. She said this was not what people normally do at that age. During the college days, I used to watch a lot of Hindi movies. My eldest brother used to catch me every time and blast at me; reason: this was not what people do at that age and I should study, study and study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very depressed, thought only my family members didn't let me do what I want even though I was old enough to vote in the elections. However, after discussing with my friends about the matter, I realized the case was even worse with them. I felt that life had become so traditional. We had to live in a way because most people had lived that way, and that had become a standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, inter-caste and inter-religion &lt;a href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/search?q=so+much+for+a+marriage"&gt;marriages&lt;/a&gt; are considered a sin in my dynasty. People are surprised when I tell them about the fact that I will not accept dowry in marriage. Forget about people, even my would-be-in-laws don't want to believe this. According to them, I have to accept &lt;a href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/02/existence-of-dowry-system-in-disguise.html"&gt;dowry&lt;/a&gt; because it's a social norm. Hah! Truly, life is so traditional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have opted writing as a profession, and have many friends who always give me very good advises. One of those advises is that I should have long hair, because most people in this profession have their hair long. Some people in my family don't like me having long hair. Their logic is that none of the male members in my family ever had long hair. Ah! Why is life so traditional?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-8381377760954277793?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/hUYycJkUYZs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8381377760954277793/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=8381377760954277793" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/8381377760954277793?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/8381377760954277793?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/hUYycJkUYZs/life-being-traditional.html" title="Life Being Traditional" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGeSf6FnPjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cEweuSIs0Tw/s72-c/life+being+traditional.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-being-traditional.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcHSHg_eSp7ImA9Wx5QEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-1364952325896055785</id><published>2010-08-14T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T06:13:59.641-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-30T06:13:59.641-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="library" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trends" /><title>Cinema – A Library of Trends and Innovations</title><content type="html">
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Though movies based on fantasy and romanticized topics reflect the height of imagination at a particular point of time, documentaries and realistic movies contribute a lot to the world of information. In addition, as we all know, every single piece of information becomes worthy enough to be added to our libraries, such movies have become a library with a whole lot of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, as far as information is concerned, we are mostly dependent on the Internet, newspapers, books, TV records. But if we talk about trends (both political and social), fashion, tradition, change of culture, and point-of-views, movies are our biggest assets as a library. Cinema shows us how cordless phones replaced fixed phones and how mobile phones replaced cordless phones in technology. It also shows us how sleeveless blouses replaced full-sleeve ones, and how trendy bras replaced sleeveless blouses in fashion. We also get to know how girls were getting impressed by straight-forward, shy, rebellious boys, and how the trend gradually changed and boys required to become flirts to impress girls. Similarly we come to know that a diplomatic clever man has replaced the straight-forward strong man as an ideal hero.&lt;br /&gt;Movies like Tare Zameen Par show the trend of forcing children for studies against their willingness, whereas movies like Swadesh highlight the trend of Indians settling down abroad for a better future. Maybe after some decades when these things would stop to happen and we forget when all this used to take place, these movies can be taken for reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, movies made on historical subjects recreate the magic of the past on the screen. We get an opportunity to see a collection of events in front of us. Movies of this kind demand lots of research to be conducted. They show us the culture, tradition, attire, language, and many more of the old age. So watching a movie would give us the knowledge of what 10 books could give collectively - may not be in detail but an overall outline for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-1364952325896055785?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/dzDSA_7EfaU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1364952325896055785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=1364952325896055785" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/1364952325896055785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/1364952325896055785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/dzDSA_7EfaU/cinema-library-of-trends-and.html" title="Cinema – A Library of Trends and Innovations" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGeUOh_zfEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_kQPwpFleTM/s72-c/cinema+as+library.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/cinema-library-of-trends-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AARX05fSp7ImA9Wx5QFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-3572057244393845006</id><published>2010-08-14T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T04:02:24.325-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-03T04:02:24.325-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ajay devgan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="once upon a time in mumbai" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="underworld" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bollywood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="imraan hashmi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milan luthria" /><title>Review - Once upon a time in mumbai</title><content type="html">
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&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in Mumbai&lt;/a&gt; seems to be a bollywood drama unlike many other flicks on the subject of underworld that looked like documentaries. Sultan Mirza, a poor boy who worked in the coal godown in his childhood, enters the underworld supported by his sharp mind and superb guts. He wants to earn lot of money and power, but on his own terms. He goes against the Government restrictions to meet his ends, but not against his own principles. When he was compelled to smuggle narcotic, he says, "maine woh kaam kiya hai jiski izzazat sarkar nahin deti, woh kaam nahin kiya jiski izzazat zameer nahin deti." Sultan is like a Robinhood for poor people. He teaches lessons to the sons who torture their parents, and says, "Jo apni maa ki izzat nahin karte, main unka baap banke aata hun". He considers Mumbai as his girlfriend and gives his level best to make the city safe. To serve his purpose, he calls a meeting of all the underworld dons and devides the city amongst them as areas of business. This is to avoid gangwars, animocity and violence. His simple principle is, "Jab dost bana ke kaam ho sakta hai, dushman kyun banaye". He also threatens the gangsters to accept his proposal and passes his message saying, "baat khatam karni hai, yaa kahani suru." 
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&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, Shoaib is a very notorious guy who entered the underworld not because he did not have any other choice but because he was a power greedy person and very much fascinated about the crime world which could make him achieve his dream fast. Hunger for fast money and excessive power made him follow Sultan's footsteps. He had the guts to confront Sultan and say, "lahron ka saamna karne ki himmat to mujhme hai, ab aap socho sahi aadmi pahchaan ne ki nazar rakhte ho ya nahin." 
&lt;br /&gt;The lives of these two different people (Sultan and Shoaib) in the crime world and how Shoaib takes over Sultan make the story of the movie. 
&lt;br /&gt;Performance-wise, Ajay as Sultan is superb. With looks and attire (along with the attitude that he wears all through the movie) alone, he convinces us as a don, forget about the dilogue delivery which is just amazing. Once again, Ajay communicated through his talkative eyes in quite a many scenes - to highlight, the scene where he calls Shoaib (Imraan) to cross a distance to reach him and the last scene when looks into Shoaib's eyes sharply while delivering a political speech.
&lt;br /&gt;Imraan as the bad boy is quite effective. He has done all the justice to his role. He stands out in both as an adamant lover and a youngster who is hungry for power. Randeep Hooda as the police officer delivers a power-packed performance. Both the female leads (Kangna Ranaut and Prachi Desai) sizzle in the seventies' looks.       
&lt;br /&gt;The dialouges, especially the one liners, remind you of the seventies' (Salim-Javed) touch with a refreshed avatar. Lines like "Kaam karne ka tareeka badla, tewar nahin", "kasti lahron se takrayegi, tabhi to kinara naseeb hoga", "Apni dukan me hamari ek tasweer laga lena Sohaib, kabhi zaroorat pade to dono me se kisi ek bhagwaan ko chun lena" sound old but do not seem repeatative. Some lines force you to clap and whistle - "Zindagi ho to smuggler jaisi, duniya raakh ki tarah neeche aur khud dhuyen ki tarah upar", "Raston ki parwah karunga, to manzil bura maan jayegi", "Himmat batayi nahin jaati, dikhayi jaati hai". 
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Scenes that stand out&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The first train scene when Sultan puts his life at stake to save thousands of lives, young Shoaib's introduction scene, Sultan's first meeting with Rehana (Kangana), Sultan's first meeting with ACP Agnel (Randeep Hooda), Shoaib's entry into Sultan's crime world, and of course the climax.
&lt;br /&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scenes that let down&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Vardhaan saying, "tu daler bhi hai aur dariya dil bhi", sounds a line like that of a movie of seventies, fortunately there are not many of this kind..
&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood could finally give us an entertaining movie on the underworld. &lt;a href="http://www.mouthshut.com/review/Once_Upon_A_Time_In_Mumbaai_Movie-198139-1.html"&gt;Once upon a time in mumbai&lt;/a&gt; is perhaps the most decent movie made on this subject till date - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milan_Luthria"&gt;Milan Luthria&lt;/a&gt; has proved that a &lt;a href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/cinema-library-of-trends-and.html"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; on such a subject can also look realistic without usage of foul words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-3572057244393845006?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/VAdg4FpvO6Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3572057244393845006/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=3572057244393845006" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/3572057244393845006?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/3572057244393845006?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/VAdg4FpvO6Y/review-once-upon-time-in-mumbai.html" title="Review - Once upon a time in mumbai" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THu7spRaYoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RZUz4Ypr9d8/s72-c/once+upon+a+time.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/review-once-upon-time-in-mumbai.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYASXg6cSp7ImA9Wx5QEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-2742008874754934753</id><published>2010-07-30T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T06:15:48.619-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-30T06:15:48.619-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="popular brands" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="promotion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brand" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nirma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="colgate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brands" /><title>When Brand Happened to be a Synonym for Product Category</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tBMLxsTTfwmpOFkY2ltXUlams0w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tBMLxsTTfwmpOFkY2ltXUlams0w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGeW_SmUp4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/8roj0aIHEIY/s1600/brand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGeW_SmUp4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/8roj0aIHEIY/s320/brand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505535083552221058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 9 years old, I used to come across a small cottage in my locality where I always found some people reading something during the morning hours and also in the evening hours. One day I, impatiently, asked my brother, “whose house is this? And why do some people always gather here?" He said, "This is not anyone's house. This is a library managed by the municipal corporation, where people come to read “Samaj." I understood what he said, though you must be curious to know what Samaj is. It is a very popular Oriya newspaper which gained so much popularity at a point of time that it became a synonym for Oriya newspaper. Means people in that library used to read 10 to 12 newspapers including Samaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was 10 years old, once my mother gave me 2 rupees and asked me to bring surf powder from a nearby general store. I went with the money, and asked the shopkeeper to give me surf powder. He took the two coins from me, but instead of surf, he packed some amount of Nirma washing powder and gave it to me. I was hesitant to ask for a clarification. So I came back to my mother, and gave her the packet. She found the Nirma powder when she opened the packet. I thought she would blast at me as I got the wrong brand. But on the contrary, she said, "now, you can go to play. I will start washing your clothes." But I had to tell her the truth. I said, "mother, actually the shopkeeper gave me Nirma powder instead of surf powder." she said, "you don't know?! Every washing powder is called surf powder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, there were many other products which gained so much popularity that they became synonyms for their respective product categories. For example, Xerox stood for all photocopy machines, Hero Honda for bikes, Nirma for detergent cakes, Bajaj for scooters. But that was long time (nearly two decades) back. Now-a-days, we hardly find any brand surpassing all the rest of the brands of a product category in popularity in such a drastic way that it can stand for the whole category. Means, now every low cost car is not 'Nano' for us, every mobile phone is not 'Nokia',  and every toothpaste is not 'Colgate'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is because of the extensive marketing measures taken by every single product, covering all the possible mediums - print, outdoor, TV, radio, internet, mobile phone. none of the brands leaves any stone unturned to make it to the top, trying to reach every single potential customer. Good for them, but bad for us (consumers). Now, we have to pay much more than the actual production cost for every product. And end of the day, it is our pockets which are lightened to meet the cost of the extensive promotional measures they take to introduce us with the benefits of the products.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-2742008874754934753?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/L9-mtVGXxG4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2742008874754934753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=2742008874754934753" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/2742008874754934753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/2742008874754934753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/L9-mtVGXxG4/when-brand-happened-to-be-synonym-for.html" title="When Brand Happened to be a Synonym for Product Category" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGeW_SmUp4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/8roj0aIHEIY/s72-c/brand.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-brand-happened-to-be-synonym-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIDSXc_eyp7ImA9Wx5QEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-5648020051737803104</id><published>2010-07-11T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T05:16:18.943-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-30T05:16:18.943-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advertising" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="promoting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="media" /><title>A call for promoting ‘Books’ on TV</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pUP6EZr63QuyR319Fd8jY67li5A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pUP6EZr63QuyR319Fd8jY67li5A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGeb1RhsvTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UF1pCd3IaRg/s1600/books+on+TV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGeb1RhsvTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UF1pCd3IaRg/s320/books+on+TV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505540409023839538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronic media (TV, Radio, Internet) has been immensely popular in the advertising world specifically in the last two decades. While internet has been tightening its grip more and more day after day, Radio with so many private channels has added numerous users to its list, which has been contributed by the increasing use of mobile phones with FM Radio facility. Noteworthy to say that TV has proved itself to be the most entertaining source of media, and so much so that, it has virtually become one of the bare minimum necessities of people.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now-a-days we find just about everything being advertised on TV. Advertisers use this form of media to promote almost everything starting from toothpastes to air-conditioners. What contributes more to the choice of the advertisers is that people can access hundreds of channels on the audio-visual medium. And every channel has its own target audience. For example, channel 'Ashtha' caters to spiritual, religious people or the senior citizens, whereas Star Plus has found its base in the lives of housewives. Because of this, the advertisers don't have to take much stress on deciding where to go and how to reach the target audience. They definitely get one or the other channel or channels to &lt;a href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-brand-happened-to-be-synonym-for.html"&gt;promote&lt;/a&gt; their products in a total effective manner.&lt;br /&gt;However, the question that has made me scratch my head is that why they don't promote books on TV. This so happened that once I saw &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chetan_Bhagat"&gt;Chetan Bhagat&lt;/a&gt;'s book '2 States' on a stall. I recalled one of my friends who is a big fan of the author. I called up her and said, "Hey, you know Chetan Bhagat's fourth book is on the stalls." She said, "I have already read it. I got the book two months back." It was such an embarrassing moment for me. After eight months of that incident, I was standing on a railway station with another friend when she found a boy reading the same book. She said, "Wow, people are still reading this book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that books are not properly promoted and we do not get to know about them at the right time. Do we still believe in the 'word of mouth' way publicity for books? Though we know that word of mouth reaches thousands of miles, it takes so much of time in this jet age. If they say, books are the best friends, why this friend takes such a long time to reach to people. What about a book we might love to read or need to read, but none of our friends knew about that. Will we never come to know about it? Thanks to the book stall owners who allow us to browse through the books. But that's not enough, not at all enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-5648020051737803104?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/shMvFYebOVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5648020051737803104/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=5648020051737803104" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/5648020051737803104?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/5648020051737803104?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/shMvFYebOVQ/call-for-promoting-books-on-tv_11.html" title="A call for promoting ‘Books’ on TV" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGeb1RhsvTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UF1pCd3IaRg/s72-c/books+on+TV.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/07/call-for-promoting-books-on-tv_11.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4NSXY7fSp7ImA9Wx5SGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-6417116057825247105</id><published>2010-07-11T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:56:38.805-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-15T00:56:38.805-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rains" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai" /><title>A philosophical/practical aspect of rains in Mumbai</title><content type="html">
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I got down from the bus.. and had to walk 100 meters to reach the office.. talking to a friend about when the rains will start. He said, "you can never know.. rains in Mumbai is totally unpredictable.“ Surprisingly, at the very pause of his dialogue I felt rain drops falling on my head. Rains arrived, and within two seconds of arrival, it compelled me to run to a safer place - under a roof.&lt;br /&gt;The whole day I was in office. In the evening I left for home. On the way, while I was in the bus, I saw couples walking under a single feminine (extremely colorful) umbrella.. conversing.. smiling.. wearing three-fourths, slippers.  On the way, I saw many such scenes. It always feels good to see such positive side of life. Thanks to the rains which brought it out. Small children from the slums near Powai were sailing paper boats in the water-flows. They were so happy.. girls were in small frocks and boys wore tiny half pants only.. no foot wears.. some were kicking the water while singing some song which I couldn't hear due to the traffic noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily when I reached the station. Without a wind-cheater, without an umbrella, I had to walk to the platform which was again 100 meters away from where the bus stopped. I got drenched fully in just 5 seconds after getting down from the bus. Shivering and protecting my eyes from the rain drops, I moved forward. On the way, what I saw was that people with umbrellas, wind-cheaters are shouting, "give me one Vada Pao", "give me one Samosa Pao" at a snacks stall. Wow, they are so happy. I telephoned one of my friends in Orissa, and asked, "Is it raining there?" She said, "No, it's so hot over here." And counter-questioned, "Why, is it raining there?" I said, "Yes, it is. And I have got drenched fully." "O wow, you are so lucky. But don't be outside for long. You may catch cold.", she said. "Ok", I said, and disconnected the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After climbing 20 stairs and getting down 20 stairs, what I found on the platform was really shocking. There were so many people waiting for the train. I heard someone saying, "Trains are running one hour late." And then, three trains came and went in a gap of 15 minutes each, but I couldn't dare getting inside. However, some people managed to get inside even with the Vada Paos in their hands. I wonder if that is what called "struggling" in Mumbai - getting into overcrowded trains while eating Vada Paos, and still shouting, "Ganpati Bappa! – Moriya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a train came which was considerably less crowded than the ones just left; however, on a normal day, I wouldn't have chosen this one as well. So I got into the train only to be in it for next two hours for the journey that usually took me 40 minutes daily. Getting a seat was impossible. On top of that, the train stopped after every five minutes. After a few minutes, people were done with their Vada Paos, other snacks; talking to friends over the phone was also over. So everyone was busy in looking at each others' faces. People who were standing started dozing and people who were sitting were browsing through their age-old phones, maybe to discover something new even now. It was damn hot inside. Wind-cheaters were on, getting some space to remove them was impossible. Everyone was sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it took me two hours more that day, I was happy that I could at least reach home. The only thing I did after reaching home was that I had my dinner and went to bed. The next day, when I got up, it was raining heavily again. I called up the same friend in Orissa and asked her, "Is it raining there now?" She gave the same answer, "No yaar, it's so hot over here.", asked the same question, "Why, is it raining there now?" "Yes, it is. You are so lucky", I said. She was confused as usual. I disconnected the phone without giving any clarifications as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-6417116057825247105?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/qGu8WJjku3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6417116057825247105/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=6417116057825247105" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/6417116057825247105?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/6417116057825247105?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/qGu8WJjku3Y/philosophicalpractical-aspect-of-rains.html" title="A philosophical/practical aspect of rains in Mumbai" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGedr9BvazI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6A1cY5eclkQ/s72-c/couples+in+mumbai+rains.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/07/philosophicalpractical-aspect-of-rains.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQHSHY7fyp7ImA9Wx5SGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-6100877256558050035</id><published>2010-07-11T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:45:39.807-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-15T00:45:39.807-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strike" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="employees" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bandh" /><title>The Next 'Bandh' of the Series</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Swc94e2rN9Yet7dTTvpAHsP3qs0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Swc94e2rN9Yet7dTTvpAHsP3qs0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGebHbdu_JI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8vr-vj_x8ss/s1600/ricksaw+strike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGebHbdu_JI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8vr-vj_x8ss/s320/ricksaw+strike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505539621417581714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the auto-rickshaw and taxi drivers called a strike in Mumbai. Their demand was to increase the minimum fair as there was a fuel price hike. I don't know exactly how much more an auto-rickshaw driver spends on fuel now per trip, but I definitely know that I am paying 90 rupees for the fare I used to pay 65 earlier. However, considering the cost of living, the hike in the fare price might be justifiable. But there are many other questions waiting for answers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days after the auto-rickshaw strike, the opposition got an issue and called a "Bandh" all around the country. The issue raised by them was the price hike – surprisingly not pertaining to any particular product but everything in general. People blocked roads, stopped trains, broke buses, closed shops, which resulted in a national loss of (what the newspapers claimed) 13 thousand crore rupees. The opposition calling a strike on the issue of price hike proved that the government is doing a fair job and not giving the opposition any issue to raise (even if there is any, that is not critical enough to be addressed). Maybe because of frustration and fear of losing ground, the strike-callers raised the most common issue with an intention to grab maximum attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the chain of 'Bandh's into consideration, it can be said that there are lot more strikes waiting to be called. For example - public employees may go on strike demanding an increase in their travel allowance, being compelled by the fuel price hike. Anyway, private companies are on a total safer side in this case. They have been taking cost cutting measures in the name of 'recession' since last two years. So calling a strike by the employees, who are not sure of their jobs and are grateful to the companies for not kicking them out even during the time of recession, is far from reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-6100877256558050035?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/dJwBN6XQ6Dc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6100877256558050035/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=6100877256558050035" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/6100877256558050035?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/6100877256558050035?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/dJwBN6XQ6Dc/next-bandh-of-series.html" title="The Next 'Bandh' of the Series" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TGebHbdu_JI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8vr-vj_x8ss/s72-c/ricksaw+strike.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/07/next-bandh-of-series.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGQXo8fyp7ImA9Wx5QFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7265194177449470794.post-2932824580424052700</id><published>2010-05-31T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T04:07:00.477-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-02T04:07:00.477-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tickets" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="railway" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1st class" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2nd class" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="discrimation" /><title>Railway Tickets: Everyone should stand in the queue</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eNNa9-YUMH4reW81IkoMm3P1DiI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eNNa9-YUMH4reW81IkoMm3P1DiI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TH-FTpxH13I/AAAAAAAAALE/jwC0pqTuNiY/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TH-FTpxH13I/AAAAAAAAALE/jwC0pqTuNiY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512271041600673650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I should write anything about the overcrowded local trains in Mumbai. It’s already told many times before, and I don’t want to sound repetitive. The issue I want to bring forth is the difference in people’s behavior in first class compartment from that of the people traveling in the second class compartments. This is hard to digest, but if you travel in the second class compartment, you enjoy certain facilities which never appear in 1st class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see some people hanging outside a 2nd class compartment, don’t be disappointed. Some people will still pull you in, and share the little or no space with you. In 1st class, when all the seats are occupied, some people stand near the entrance to stop others from entering. They will deliver dialogues like “there is no more space inside.” When they find anyone not dressed up properly, they announce “this is first class.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every compartment in the local trains have two long seats where almost 7 people can sit and each of the rest of the seats can allow 3 butts to be rested on them. However, in the second class if it is crowded, four people adjust in the small seats and 8 to 9 people adjust in the long ones; in 1st class, this will be the 8th wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the people who travel in the second class exhibit so much of benevolence and adjustments which bring in extra revenue for the railway department, the administration has been very unfair with them. The dept. doesn’t provide separate counters for issuing passes. You will find passes for both the classes being issued in a single counter. On top of that, you don’t need to stand in the queue if you are opting for a 1st class ticket or pass though others, sometimes, stand hours in the queue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7265194177449470794-2932824580424052700?l=maharanaganesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~4/S3s9SI5-sZs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2932824580424052700/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7265194177449470794&amp;postID=2932824580424052700" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/2932824580424052700?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7265194177449470794/posts/default/2932824580424052700?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oBWaX/~3/S3s9SI5-sZs/railway-tickets-everyone-should-stand.html" title="Railway Tickets: Everyone should stand in the queue" /><author><name>Maharana Ganesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699780557602518718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/THuqa15z0RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5b9OILH3Q0/S220/ganesh.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSjKtinLqDo/TH-FTpxH13I/AAAAAAAAALE/jwC0pqTuNiY/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://maharanaganesh.blogspot.com/2010/05/railway-tickets-everyone-should-stand.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

