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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 19:30:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Ahmedabad</category><category>shravanabelagola</category><category>Cartoon</category><category>golden temple</category><category>khajuraho temples</category><category>india</category><category>7 wonders</category><category>taj mahal</category><category>india tourism</category><title>Ponderings of a Young Indian</title><description>Life in India is like a movie, full of contrasts, unexpected events, organized chaos, sudden twists, melodrama, music, hope &amp; despair.. and a sea of diverse lives with an abstract similarity.

My blog is my attempt to verbalize this abstract.  Have fun reading it, its full of humour and satire as well.</description><link>http://poayi.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/poayi" /><feedburner:info uri="poayi" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>poayi</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-7265777577550249660</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 08:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-11T01:50:58.911-07:00</atom:updated><title>Google Is Better At 'Re'invention, Not Invention</title><description>I just got a Google+ account and was looking through it; and it seems quite preliminary right now.  Nothing stands out as a strikingly different feature that I was dearly missing.  However, I&amp;#39;m sure that as I explore the service further and Google starts adding updates to the Plus services, things will take a turn - for the better.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#39;Coz that&amp;#39;s how Google always does it!  From the way it looks, Google is better are reinvention rather than invention:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yahoo!, Altavista and AskJeeves were already around when Google launched its flagship search services.  Google improvised search and has remained the market leader for over a decade now.&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hotmail came up with the idea of free web based mail, and Yahoo! gave it a run for its money.  Then Google reinvented free web based email and is still giving everyone a run for their money.  Even today they&amp;#39;re adding new interesting features when everyone else is trying to catch up with the original Gmail.  The latest &amp;#39;Priority Inbox&amp;#39; in Gmail is absolutely a charm!&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Android is an awesome open source technology, but it had a predecessor - the I-Phone OS.  Google took what the I-Phone OS already offered, reinvented it, open sourced it, and launched it world wide.  And today, Android is about to beat the I-Phone or it already has according to some statistics.&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogger was doing a great job but losing out to Wordpress already when Google took over and converted Blogger into a super-user-friendly web based engine.  Professional users claim Wordpress&amp;#39; greatness when it comes to plug-ins; but everyone else swears by the drag and drop features in Blogger.  And Blogger plug-ins are catching up for sure!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes there are some exceptions like Google Earth and a few others, but Google&amp;#39;s best services have come when they were reinventing; and not when they were inventing.  Some inventions like the 3-D chat, disappeared just as quietly as they appeared; most people haven&amp;#39;t even heard about them.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orkut couldn&amp;#39;t move Facebook&amp;#39;s market when Google took over, but then Google was dealing with a legacy app and Facebook was already facing humongous popularity from its technology and the ability to connect people and provide interactive updates.  Orkut remained clumsy, and privacy was always an issue.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Google+ is purely a &amp;#39;reinvention&amp;#39;.  Facebook has existed for many years now, it has a strong market base and the number of users give it more population than most other countries around the world.  Just like Hotmail, or Yahoo! search, or the I-Phone; all torch bearers and market scorchers; but losing wind to Google once this company got going.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Google+ is Google&amp;#39;s new latest reinvention baby.  It might as well be called Facebook+, I guess.  But this time, the foe is extremely formidable and threatens to push the new G-baby into oblivion and make it an unsuccessful mutiny into the F-hunk stronghold.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only time will tell where the battle leads, but Google is reinventing again and Facebook needs to take notice.  The competition is super hot, and as Google adds new features to G+, it will only get hotter.  Let&amp;#39;s see if Google wins the reinvention game yet again!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-7265777577550249660?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/PJdqD9VoMrg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/PJdqD9VoMrg/google-is-better-at-reinvention-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2011/07/google-is-better-at-reinvention-not.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-5809671390626626579</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-12T05:32:38.832-07:00</atom:updated><title>From Today Into Yesterday</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Where do they come from,&lt;br /&gt;
These desires of today,&lt;br /&gt;
To relive the golden memories of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why do they come,&lt;br /&gt;
When I did not call them here.&lt;br /&gt;
And why did they then leave,&lt;br /&gt;
When I did not send them away;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving me with a void,&lt;br /&gt;
One moment empty,&lt;br /&gt;
Another moment heavier than I can lift,&lt;br /&gt;
Choking me on both counts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once that which gave me life,&lt;br /&gt;
Beckons me to call out again,&lt;br /&gt;
But gone is the sunlight that used to feed it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Be gone, sweet memories, halt your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;
You can no longer be brought back to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-5809671390626626579?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/NaQ1yAjdRGo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/NaQ1yAjdRGo/from-today-into-yesterday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2011/06/from-today-into-yesterday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-8590726703070702461</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2011 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-03T21:28:23.448-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cartoon</category><title>K V Kamath Joins Infosys</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3X-vmTYZhAM/TcDUXB11paI/AAAAAAAAALY/5HMPK0mEA-E/s1600/K+V+Kamath+Joins+Infosys.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3X-vmTYZhAM/TcDUXB11paI/AAAAAAAAALY/5HMPK0mEA-E/s400/K+V+Kamath+Joins+Infosys.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;K V Kamath becomes K V Come-eth for Infosys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Infosys hopes to sail again with ex ICICI honcho K V Kamath joining the organisation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-8590726703070702461?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/vo_ksksqXOg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/vo_ksksqXOg/k-v-kamath-joins-infosys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3X-vmTYZhAM/TcDUXB11paI/AAAAAAAAALY/5HMPK0mEA-E/s72-c/K+V+Kamath+Joins+Infosys.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2011/05/k-v-kamath-joins-infosys.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-7162859566422727124</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 18:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-07T11:45:30.148-07:00</atom:updated><title>Toon - Nitin Nohria becomes Harvard B-School Dean</title><description>Nitin Nohria becomes the first Indian Dean at the Harvard Business School !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/cartoon/1753515"&gt;&lt;img title="Click to View Full Size Image" alt="Indian HBS Dean" src="http://static.toondoo.com/public/p/h/a/phalgunkumar//toons/cool-cartoon-1753515.png" width="100%" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; WIDTH: 100%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-7162859566422727124?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/Vy4CfeMFy78" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/Vy4CfeMFy78/toon-nitin-nohria-becomes-harvard-b.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2010/05/toon-nitin-nohria-becomes-harvard-b.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-92901617519981456</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-07T11:43:21.753-07:00</atom:updated><title>Toon - Sachin Tendulkar Joins Twitter</title><description>My tribute to Sachin uncle joining Twitter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/cartoon/1741333"&gt;&lt;img title="Click to View Full Size Image" alt="Sachin T-weet-ulkar" src="http://static.toondoo.com/public/p/h/a/phalgunkumar//toons/cool-cartoon-1741333.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; WIDTH: 100%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-92901617519981456?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/RjcpXnmYBwc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/RjcpXnmYBwc/toon-sachin-tendulkar-joins-twitter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2010/05/toon-sachin-tendulkar-joins-twitter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-3488394436274462128</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 18:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-07T11:40:56.346-07:00</atom:updated><title>Victoria's Secret Rival Brand</title><description>My Toondoo toon creation adventures continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HnRdJrYfcB4/S-RemOfrGeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pCzW7Ic-FgM/s1600/cool-cartoon-1727672.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468599858353609186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HnRdJrYfcB4/S-RemOfrGeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pCzW7Ic-FgM/s320/cool-cartoon-1727672.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-3488394436274462128?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/kDsyLUBDLtA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/kDsyLUBDLtA/victorias-secret-rival-brand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HnRdJrYfcB4/S-RemOfrGeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pCzW7Ic-FgM/s72-c/cool-cartoon-1727672.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2010/05/victorias-secret-rival-brand.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-2499790356984503343</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-07T11:38:47.280-07:00</atom:updated><title>Toon - Institute of Controversy Creation &amp; Management</title><description>Found this great new site Toondoo.com.  It allows me to create toons, and fulfill my all-time 'toony' creativity, without the knowledge of drawing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! for tech and Yay!! for Jambav team to create the Toondoo.com engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first one I created:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HnRdJrYfcB4/S-RddhQ-IUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V2Fezu6Bmm0/s1600/cool-cartoon-1724004.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468598609261764930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HnRdJrYfcB4/S-RddhQ-IUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V2Fezu6Bmm0/s320/cool-cartoon-1724004.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-2499790356984503343?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/-mGWShGpT7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/-mGWShGpT7Q/toon-institute-of-controversy-creation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HnRdJrYfcB4/S-RddhQ-IUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V2Fezu6Bmm0/s72-c/cool-cartoon-1724004.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2010/05/toon-institute-of-controversy-creation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-7546991236283894128</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 07:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T23:10:36.522-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Psychology of FB Updates</title><description>And why exactly is FB such a big hit? What is the magic behind that irresistible urge for updating statuses?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been thinking about it, and the only thing that comes to mind is - the Need for Attention, for Social Validation.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Uploading new photos, writing witty status messages, or commenting - everything finally leads to the child in our heart that desires attention.  FB is such a fantastic tool to study psychology, really!  Researchers, anyone??&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-7546991236283894128?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/yZzgch15-xA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/yZzgch15-xA/psychology-of-fb-updates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2010/01/psychology-of-fb-updates.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-8323507073780582100</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 06:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T02:29:52.435-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada's Prayer before Landing in America  (September 1965)</title><description>Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, the founder of ISKCON (International Society for Krishna Consciousness), landed in America in 1965.  He was not sponsored by any religious organizations, nor was he greeted by followers.  He had embarked on that journey as guided by his Guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wikipedia page on Swami Prabhupada summarizes his achievements in the final 12 years of his life, beginning since he landed in New York - without money or supporters (He came to New York with 8 dollars in his pocket):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Circled the globe fourteen times on lecture tours that took him to six continents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Directed the founding of the Bhaktivedanta Book Trust, which claims to be the world's largest publisher of ancient and classical Vaishnava religious texts&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Authored more than eighty books on Vedantic philosophy, religion, literature and culture &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched ISKCON grow to a confederation of more than 108 temples, various institutes and farm communities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Huh?!? Sounds like a feat doesn't it? In just 12 years, he went around the globe 14 times across 6 continents, authored 80 books, and influenced the construction of 108 temples in over 11 countries?  Almost a supernatural feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why I am writing about this, is because his prayer caught my notice.  Some time ago, I was mired by my life situations.  And I landed up at an ISKCON temple as if I was being guided there (I had never been to one before, or was never specifically a Krishna devotee).  For the first time in my life, I prayed into submission.  When I came across Prabhupada's prayer, the one he told Krishna right before he arrived in New York, it was for me a sense of deja vu.  I don't feel competent to compare myself with Prabhupada yet, but it kinda makes me believe I'm on the right track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... as he neared his destination on the ship, the Indian freighter &lt;i&gt;Jaladuta&lt;/i&gt;, the enormity of his intended task weighed on him. On September 13, 1965 (Again unbelievably, Today - the day I chose to write about this prayer - is the eve of the 44th Anniversary of his prayer) he wrote in his diary, &lt;i&gt;"Today I have disclosed my mind to my companion, Lord Sri Krishna."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Prabhupada's Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I do not know why You have brought me here. Now You can do whatever You like with me. But I guess You have some business here, otherwise why would You bring me to this terrible place? How will I make them understand this message of Krishna consciousness? I am very unfortunate, unqualified and most fallen. Therefore I am seeking Your benediction so that I can convince them, for I am powerless to do so on my own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Hare Krishna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-8323507073780582100?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/mAaq3MO3KbU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/mAaq3MO3KbU/bhaktivedanta-swami-prabhupadas-prayer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2009/09/bhaktivedanta-swami-prabhupadas-prayer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-7939887698409269392</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 09:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T02:58:48.332-07:00</atom:updated><title>Best Definition of Non-Confirmism</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;This is, by far, the best definition of Non-Confirmism I have come across.  It is by a guy whose ideas I&amp;#39;ve really liked - Tim Ferriss.  Tim has a path breaking book called &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fourhourworkweek.com"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;The Four Hour Work Week&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;, and he talks about concepts such as mini-retirements, maximum work with minimum effort and living to realize dreams rather than living to work!  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;I have usually been unable to explain to people what exactly I mean by non-confirmism; and that there is a certain logic to non-confirmism and it is not just for kicks.  Tim Ferriss does an excellent job of explaining it in his book, and I hand it over to him...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&amp;quot;Most people walk down the street on their legs.  Does that mean I walk down the street on my hands?  Do I wear my underwear outside of my pants in the name of being different?  Not usually, no.  Then again, walking on my legs and keeping my thong on the inside have worked just fine thus far.  I don&amp;#39;t fix it if it isn&amp;#39;t broken.  Different is better when it is more effective or more fun.  If everyone is defining a problem or solving it one way and the results are subpar, this is a good time to ask, What if I did the opposite?  Don&amp;#39;t follow a model that doesn&amp;#39;t work.  If the reciepe sucks, it doesn&amp;#39;t matter how good a cook you are.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-7939887698409269392?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/_ekAOcOKNMI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/_ekAOcOKNMI/best-definition-of-non-confirmism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-definition-of-non-confirmism.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-4253275938628104979</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 10:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T03:16:40.363-07:00</atom:updated><title>Why Not I Sing...</title><description>Why not I sing the song&lt;br&gt;   Quickly,&lt;br&gt;That lies in my heart,&lt;br&gt;So that I don&amp;#39;t risk it remaining there;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why not i sow the seed&lt;br&gt;   Quickly,&lt;br&gt;That lies in my hand,&lt;br&gt;So that I don&amp;#39;t risk it not germinating.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~ Rabindranath Tagore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think Rashmi found this translated poem somewhere and shared it with us... the words continue to tinker my heart; just like most of Tagore does.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-4453301953186130672?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/rkz2VgdOD-U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/rkz2VgdOD-U/classical-cinkara-ad-rip-off.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2008/06/classical-cinkara-ad-rip-off.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-4799961134758078544</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-15T06:07:11.871-07:00</atom:updated><title>If you forgot to brush your teeth last night...</title><description>For the first time, I am displaying a posting from someone else's website.. but its worth it.  Short but powerful, this motivational message sums up a great deal in a few words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you forgot to brush your teeth last night, did you decide this morning to throw in the towel and never brush your teeth again? Since you're obviously a slob who doesn't have enough self- discipline to remember to brush your teeth, why bother brushing them at all if you forgot to last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you had ice cream for dinner last night, or didn't exercise yesterday, or gained a pound this week, don't throw in the towel! Make a healthier choice for dinner tonight by eating something lean. Go for a short walk. Weigh in again next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just do NOT give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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I heard the teenager swear loudly as he walked down the parking lot. And no, he wasn't angry; he was swearing at his friend, just out of fun and as a part of regular discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B** C**D!!! This time outside a store same day evening, this other teenager on a Honda Activa swore the favourite Indian gaali at his friend who was standing about 50 meters away. And again, he was not scorning, he was simply indulging in friendly swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly swearing is the new in-thing. It is becoming a cult of sorts. And though friendly swearing has always been considered normal amongst friends, the habit is now showing up loudly in the social sphere. However, in its new avatar this seemingly harmless habit should be raising an alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Going Wrong?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouting out swear words in public places is extremely embarrassing for bystanders. Imagine a family unit - husband, wife and kids - moving around together, and a gang of youngsters suddenly begin to hollering swear words at each other, followed by a devilish group cackle. Can you visualize the situation? The helplessness of the adults at the sheer insult of their family's sanctity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, we not only have to breathe foul air, we must also put up with foul language. Its a new type of pollution seeping through the Indian society. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Call it Language Pollution!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We Need A Code of Conduct for Social Behavior&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The code of conduct for social behavior should consist of the Biblical statement "Do Unto Others As You Want Them To Do Unto You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny though, that the very people who indulge in indecent swearing in public behavior, are ready to indulge in a brawl over someone else's indecent behavior. It is indeed ironical that they take up the task of policing others, whereas let themselves run amok in the society, tearing up threads of decency which bind community living together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why Are Teenagers Acting So Indecent?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discussing this problem with a very close friend of mine, and she rightly pointed out two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Earlier considered to be a sign of ill upbringing and low quality behavior, social swearing is now becoming part of cool behavior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.  It is a form of power display, where the swearer gains a sense of social power by being indecent in public. (remember Munnabhai of M.B.B.S. fame? or Pakiya of Satya fame?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Can Be Done?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think we can stop it from happening. But to think we are helpless bystanders does not seem right either. Hence, I tried to think of ways to reverse this trend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parents should devote more time to their kids. One of the primary reasons why swearing was not so much the in-thing earlier, is because we were accountable to our parents who were spending a lot of loving time with us. With the advent of the dual 3 letter words - MBA and MNC - Indians are trading time with family and kids for their career enhancement. And then we claim to be smart traders. Bah! Kids can never be accountable to WeekEnd-Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(WeekEnd-Parent adj. A parent who is only available to the kids for a very few hours on weekends. In case of month end, weekend-parent is not available even on weekends)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, I am not saying we give up our jobs and become housewives and house-husbands and full time parents. But being from the same land that bore the Great Buddha, we must be smart enough to find our own 'middle path'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Movies, television and print media should not promote swearing and use of low quality language as cool. The 'Bhai' language, a favorite of the Indian cinema, sure has its pitfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Socially swearing without concern for others' feelings is a form of apathy, rebel and a release of repressed emotions. Being pressurized to perform academically and not allowed to connect with and fulfill their natural talent causes a feeling of repression and resentment. This helplessness of the youth surfaces as aggressive, indecent behavior. It is also a way to draw people's attention to the self in a world where everyone is unknowingly feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If the society and education fine tunes towards helping individuals achieve their potential rather than force them into pre-defined standard-sized academically labeled boxes, I am sure that kids will develop sensitivity towards the society from a very young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids will respect a society which respects their individuality, and hence their aggression and rebellious spirit will give way to a harmonized existence with the society at large.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my set of socially creative ideas to counter the increasing language pollution spread by loud friendly swearing in public places. 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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-3346207160445109441?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/pKBkxU6Rnks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/pKBkxU6Rnks/you-can-call-it-language-pollution.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-can-call-it-language-pollution.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-51517196061834808</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 07:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T00:30:01.008-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Chak De! Irony</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chak De! did a chak de at all the award functions.  It made a clean sweep in all categories.  Best Actor, Best Director, Best This, Best That.  Watching this irony brought a sly, helpless smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's really ironical:&lt;/span&gt;  A film about a bunch of ambitious women wanting to make it big in hockey makes it to the headlines, becomes a crowd puller, a super-hit, and wins tons of awards.  While the real bunch of ambitious women wanting to make it big in hockey pass by totally unkwown.  Everyone recognizes Sagarika Ghatge (Preeti Sabarwal) or Vidya Malavde (Vidya Sharma), but none of us probably even knows the captain of the real Indian Women's Hockey Team, or its star strikers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironical, that a made-up act runs in circles around the real act.  The unreal becomes greater than the real.  The persona surpasses the person. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy! it sure is a damn funny world to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would have been great, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if at the end of Chak De! India&lt;/span&gt;, Shahrukh would have gotten the entire Indian Women's Hockey Team for real and introduced them to the Indians.  He had a big chance to create real celebrities out of them and giving Indian Women's Hockey a great fillip; and it is a big chance missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I also realized that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chak De! was not really a movie about hockey&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a movie about aspirational (female) youngsters who are willing to stake both their relationships and their pride for pursuing their enchantment.  It is this quality which creates a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crowd-winning formula&lt;/span&gt; as it appeals to all.  The main reason for this appeal is that each of us has a hidden desire to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reach out for the stars&lt;/span&gt;, but very few of us actually manage to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the movie actually leaves us with an idea&lt;/span&gt; of how to actually make Indian Women's Hockey successful and the team a celebrity.  If the federation succeeds in making a connection between the players and the Indian population like the movie does, it will create a new level of interest in the game.  In fact, the movie is a testimonial to the fact that no one is actually interested in the game, but they are interested in the thrill of victory and in the emotional roller coaster a game takes them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding and knowing the players as a person will provide the required emotional aptitude for enjoying the game.  The players and their personal stories with interesting photoshoots must be featured in newspapers, in reality shows, in news and in advertisements.  Actually, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they make great material for a reality show&lt;/span&gt;, where the audience is taken into the lives, struggles, hopes and ambitions of each player.  Later, everyone will want to watch the games of team of persons they are emotional about.  When the players will know that there are a billion people emotional about their winning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guess what?&lt;/span&gt;  They will start winning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The success of Chak De! has surely shown a path to popularize not just hockey, but any game.  Let the audience connect with the players off the playground, and then they will want to watch the players on the playground.  Add a generous garnish of glamour to the emotions and you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the right recipe for success&lt;/span&gt; with the audience at large!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chak De! Sports!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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Click.&amp;nbsp; Heels make such an undeniable sound as they tap against the polished granite floor of the airport.&amp;nbsp; And two beautiful legs in stockings grow out of these heels, meeting the edge of a miniskirt which flirts with the eyes of every man present.&amp;nbsp; Air hostesses - I wonder who came up with this beautiful idea! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The very presence of these women brightens up an otherwise boring, mundane wait at the airport with nothing to do.&amp;nbsp; Dressed in colourful elegance they strut around the place, attracting wide eyed looks.&amp;nbsp; Their make up is so perfect, you could click a photo of any of them on any day and directly use it for a Loreal colour cosmetic advertisement.&amp;nbsp; And those legs in miniskirts and stockings, and the heels - those are the culmination of a voyeur&amp;#39;s delight.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Last week I was traveling to Mumbai.&amp;nbsp; As usual, I had a one-and-a-half-hour mundane wait at the airport.&amp;nbsp; And as usual, it was time to watch the pairs of legs play peek-a-boo from behind the stockings.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly, one of them slipped and fell.&amp;nbsp; And in pain - She Screamed !&amp;nbsp; I jolted out of my semi-consciousness and my widened eyes focused as I came back to my senses.&amp;nbsp; She had screamed!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Yes, she was a woman.&amp;nbsp; She was human.&amp;nbsp; When she fell, it hurt her just like it would hurt me.&amp;nbsp; Airhostess - woman - human ?&amp;nbsp; Funny, I realised that connection didn&amp;#39;t strongly exist in my brain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some staff came running to help her.&amp;nbsp; She wasn&amp;#39;t badly hurt, just sprained her ankle lightly.&amp;nbsp; They helped her limp to the office to give her some first aid.&amp;nbsp; In a few minutes, she was back in business - still limping a bit, but back in business - and headed towards the security check.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;With the commotion over and the queue for a boarding pass lessened, I walked over to get mine (I hate those queues and avoid the long ones whenever possible, especially on short journeys where I don&amp;#39;t care what seat I get).&amp;nbsp; The computer system stalled right when it was my turn, so I chatted up the airline attendant at the counter.&amp;nbsp; I told Akangshaa that she had a nice name and asked her what part of India was she from and what inspired her to join an airline company. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Akangshaa is from a town near Delhi.&amp;nbsp; Her father was holding a clerical position in a government organisation, and her mother does part-time tailoring to support the family.&amp;nbsp; The family wanted her to be on her own and so her father took a loan to fund an expensive course which leads to a career in airlines.&amp;nbsp; She worked very hard and was found it hard to accustom to the new rituals of mannerisms, etiquettes and taking on a dolled-up look.&amp;nbsp; She worked hard and was one of the lucky ones who actually got a placement, as most girls and boys in her batch could not secure a job with any airline even after paying hefty course fees.&amp;nbsp; She dreamed of flying as no one in her family had ever flown in an airplane.&amp;nbsp; But she could only secure a ground staff position and hopes to be able to become a cabin crew sometime in her life.&amp;nbsp; With passing time, it might not be possible for her to do that.&amp;nbsp; But she is atleast happy to work with a reputed company, have a respectable job, and even though she has to stay away from her family and work odd hours, she is able to support her family back home. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Blink!&amp;nbsp; The computer system blinked back to life.&amp;nbsp; My boarding pass was processed and my luggage transferred into oblivion through a conveyor belt.&amp;nbsp; My security check had been announced so I went there directly and got myself a metal detector check that proved I wasn&amp;#39;t a terrorist or didn&amp;#39;t have any plans of blowing up or hijacking a plane.&amp;nbsp; That morning as I waited in the lounge, I heard a lot of heels click and a saw a lot of shapely legs play peek-a-boo through the stockings.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;But my mind wasn&amp;#39;t on that anymore.&amp;nbsp; Akangshaa had distracted me.&amp;nbsp; The heels and stockings contained the aspirations of a woman I had usually missed - a woman with dreams like any other, ambitious and hard working, toiling at odd hours and staying away from her family for days at length.&amp;nbsp; The glamour hides the turmoils of her heart, the mascara hides the sigh in her eyes, the clicking heels hide the whisper of her desires.&amp;nbsp; Dealing with tons of obnoxious self-centered travelers everyday, she hides her scorn with a plastered smile and greets everyone with grace.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;That morning in the airport departure lounge, my mind drifted from the heels, stockings and the miniskirts.&amp;nbsp; I had a new realisation running through me.&amp;nbsp; Behind each pair of legs, was a woman. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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I hadn&amp;#39;t wished her.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And that did set me wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;Why, why at all hadn&amp;#39;t I wished her?&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I knew it was women&amp;#39;s day.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The newspapers, the radio and the billboards all across town had been screaming it into my ears since so many days.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There were conferences happening all over town to celebrate women&amp;#39;s day. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;From felicitation functions to &lt;i&gt;morchas&lt;/i&gt; against domestic violence, woman&amp;#39;s day was in-your-face.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So then, why had I not wished her - a Happy Women&amp;#39;s Day?&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;I thought and I thought, and I concluded this:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There Is No Celebration Happening Here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;For Heaven&amp;#39;s sake, Women&amp;#39;s Day is no celebration.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If at all it is an event, it is a mourning event.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Why?? Well, this is going to be kinda tough to explain, but I&amp;#39;ll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;Let me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;try to make a point using &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;a negative stance.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;Why don&amp;#39;t we celebrate men&amp;#39;s day?&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Simply because, we believe that men enjoy their rightful place in the society and there is no need to designate a special day in the calendar when we need to bring the focus to &amp;quot;men&amp;#39;s issues&amp;quot;.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Conclusively, women must not have yet obtained their rightful place in the society and that is the reason why we need to designate a special day for them.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On this day, women&amp;#39;s issues are brought to the world&amp;#39;s attention - issues of domestic violence, issues of inequality, issues of gender discrimination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;So what makes you think that it is a cause for celebration?&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To acknowledge that we still need a &amp;quot;Women&amp;#39;s Day&amp;quot;, is to acknowledge that women have yet to obtain their rightful place in the society.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The day of a beautiful equality is yet to come.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It&amp;#39;s a horizon we yet need to conquer.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;A day&lt;/i&gt; when a woman is not discriminated against just because she is a woman; and that she is celebrated in her multiple roles - a mother, a sister, a daughter, a wife and a daughter-in-law.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;A day&lt;/i&gt; when the role of the feminine is accepted to be as important as the role of the masculine.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;A day&lt;/i&gt; when&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;compassion is considered equal to strength.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="X-NONE"&gt;That, my friends, will be a day of celebration, a day I&amp;#39;ll gladly wish her.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For now, the very existence of women&amp;#39;s day, is a cause for mourning.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I refuse to wish any woman, a &amp;quot;Happy Woman&amp;#39;s Day&amp;quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-1835522863210250094?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/E---S-aGcL4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/E---S-aGcL4/womens-day-special-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2008/03/womens-day-special-1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-2591013456330228969</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-04T09:27:13.075-08:00</atom:updated><title>Beware: Childhood Values Die Hard</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESSONS FROM A SALT SPRINKLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was waiting by the roadside when my eyes fell on a little kid.  He seemed to be doing something.  It was dusk and the light wasn't too bright, so I leaned in with narrowed eyes to make out what he was upto.  He was sprinkling salt all over with a salt sprayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly, his parents had taken him along to a little streetside cafe.  They were sitting at a table waiting for their food to come, while the little kid had picked up the salt sprayer and was sprinkling salt all over.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, kids are always upto such antics.  But this one deserves a mention because his parents dumbly were watching him do it.  No reprimanding  him, no asking him not to do it... not realizing they are setting themselves up for raising a kid who probably will never become a valuable citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound too far fetched, but this little act of theirs is basically a signal to their kid that anything that belongs to another, need not be valued.  Salt is dirt cheap, but for the kid there is no difference between salt, clothes, watches or diamonds.  He is learning a dangerous lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the same thing were happening at home, would the mom and dad be so totally quiet?   Would they let him sprinkle all the salt they have purchased just for play?  If they wouldn't let him do that at home, why let him do that at a restaurant? Just because the salt is not chargeable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly people!  I presume, that they let him act the same anywhere.  &lt;i&gt;As long as it is not ours, son, and we won't have to pay for misuse or damage, go ahead and spoil it.&lt;/i&gt;   This little kid might grow up to violate traffic rules, throw garbage on the streets, care a damn about the environment and have no vigor to defend a cause.  He might just end up as another useless citizen like the hordes of them we already hoard, that fail to think beyond the boundary of their own home and self.  Values sown in childhood go a long way. But who is going to instill them?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not school.  School is just for developing scholastic skills.  They will teach them to measure the distance between Earth and Jupiter, but not teach how to measure the impact of them garbage on the streets.  Not TV.  TV will teach them how to run behind hollow beautiful exteriors and lower one's self esteem, and not teach how to look beyond the obvious and feel better internally.  Not religion.  Religion will teach them how to chant prayers and pray for miracles, and not teach them how to go out and take charge of their own destiny.  So it is left to the parents to instill some values, and they too are backing off in this case.  And I can be sure this is not an isolated case.  Tons of parents are backing off.  They spend thousands on scholastic skills, and not a penny or minute on life values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The society needs better citizens. It is upto the parents to make sure they instill the right values in their kids.  Or we will collectively, pay the price - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That of a society of self contained individuals who only drain from the collective but never contribute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-6416322269880689463?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/7LsrY5Lce4g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/7LsrY5Lce4g/flirt-fine-and-pay-fine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2008/02/flirt-fine-and-pay-fine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-3649008069936735215</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T01:17:53.451-08:00</atom:updated><title>A (Stray Indian) Dog's Life</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a scene of somewhere close to my house in Ahmedabad (Gujarat), India.  "Street Dogs" are an interesting concept in India.  They are stray dogs who no one owns, and they live on the street.  They mark their own neighborhoods and are usually fed lazy by the residents.  Usually harmless, these dogs provide a funny addition to the city landscape.  The only difficult moments arise when some berserk dog tries to attack the people, and that one is then rounded off by the municipality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HnRdJrYfcB4/R6hl7JOrR-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/qODBUL2NJhU/s1600-h/29-01-08_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HnRdJrYfcB4/R6hl7JOrR-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/qODBUL2NJhU/s320/29-01-08_1154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163489039544436706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These dogs are lazing around on the sand in the winter sun.  Totally impervious to the road they lie in peace, basking themselves to glory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I recollect discussions I've had with friends in the USA when I used to live there, and it was almost impossible for me to explain what stray / street dogs are.  The concept of having dogs owned by nobody was totally alien to them.  But to me, its a way of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HnRdJrYfcB4/R6hmiZOrR_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/E_N6zmCrdEo/s320/29-01-08_1155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So well, this is a Dog's Life in India. Any takers???  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're interested, you can write to one of these dogs at stray.peanuts@indianstraydogs.com :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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Western Narrow-mindedness</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is a conversation between my friend (who's settled in the US now) and I, at a restaurant in India:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: I wanna use the washroom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He: Me too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Let's go find where it is&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(We walk around, ask a couple of waiters and reach the washroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Its just one wooden door. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I open and walk inside)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me (to He): Oh, there are two commodes here.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Come in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He (reluctantly): Well..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: What well? There are two commodes here, we can both relieve ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He (walks in with reluctance): Okay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(After completing the task, we walk out.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He (Smiling now): I could never do this in the USA!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me (I've lived in the US too): I know, they'd all think you and I are gay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He: Yea!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me (Laughing)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He (Laughing)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No but really, the west is so narrow-minded.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;All the Americans can think of between two persons is the possibility of a sexual relationship or no relationship at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is ridiculous. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Hindi-Urdu combine, we must have more than a score of words to describe different types of love.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The makers of English language chose to give it poverty in this context.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There is only one majorly used word for love – &lt;i style=""&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; itself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was discussing with a Jewish friend of mine, who had gone to a family wedding in NY and had fun dancing with all the guys without anyone concerned about 'queerdom'.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He had felt sheer joy in having fun without the worries of being misjudged or misconceived.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the east, we have a lot of fun together (again, this statement if made in the USA would refer to sexual fun – there is no other form of fun left anymore).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It's about friendship, about bonding (oops! &lt;i style=""&gt;Bonding&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;is another word one should avoid or be branded as queer).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A touch from a friend goes a long way in making life warmer, better, secure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During my first days in the US, I was told that it is almost a sin for two guys to put their arms on each other shoulders while hanging out, or even patting on the back!&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now, if two guys are holding hands and walking, that could raise an eyebrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But patting the back or putting your arm around a shoulder – these are basic gestures of human warmth.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No wonder the west is full of cold people longing for a touch of human warmth... and it's not a touch on the body I am talking about, it's a touch on the heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A touch that secures, a touch that conveys – I am there for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's gone missing.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone's become so narrow-minded.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In such times, I love my east. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-3365196131613629726?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/DZUcTtPkGQo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/DZUcTtPkGQo/eastern-open-mindedness-vs-western.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2008/01/eastern-open-mindedness-vs-western.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-6633874636508422417</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-28T07:10:18.088-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Poor Li’l Fidgeting Indian Bride</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's so funny to see the Indian bride on her wedding day and the wedding reception day (the party for all people post-wedding).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She is all decked up in her best clothes and jewelry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But behold!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This has made her so extremely uncomfortable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You see, girls aren't really used to wearing this much anymore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Watching her trying to balance her heavily embroidered saree is really a funny sight, unparrelled even by comedy cinema.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The poor thing keeps a straight face, and constantly smiles at the sea of endless visitors, while on the other hand constantly fidgeting with her clothes and jewelry or asking her friends for help.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But hey, it's her wedding day. It's so special. Isn't she supposed to look her best?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I dunno. You answer that for yourself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you really ask yourself you&amp;#39;ll come across these questions - look her best for whom? For what? It's a special day but why does special have to be so uncomfortable?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Why are we so busy appeasing the &amp;quot;society&amp;quot; most of the time, that we forget the most important fact: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;finally, its we who should be having the most fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The poor Indian bride.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In her effort to look her best and win accolades for her looks (that is all girls are judged on in weddings anyways; who, including all the other women too, cares for her character, her attitude or her ability to make a good wife), compromises on the basic sartorial comfort that would have let her enjoy her wedding in totality.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12448543-5334534849626591711?l=poayi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/poayi/~4/RcIWbUozEeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/poayi/~3/RcIWbUozEeY/kaun-kise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poayi.blogspot.com/2008/01/kaun-kise.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12448543.post-9217331497642810822</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 09:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T08:57:14.593-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ahmedabad</category><title>Invasion of the Metal Trees</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yuck! Its a disgrace!! And worse still, people actually think they look good!!! Stupid ugly looking metal tree fountains adorn the cityscape in Ahmedabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These metal creatures are awful. A repulsive white stem rises lifelessly into the sky and numerous hideous stems butt out in all directions from the top of the stem. I'll be modest here to confess that the fountain doesn't look so bad at night when the water is flowing from it. But most of the day, the fountain is switched off. And even when it is switched on, the sight is nothing compared to the extremely beautiful fountains that exist all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our municipality seems to have fallen in love with these trees. They are sprouting all over - parks, cross roads, even government offices. The restaurants and hotels also seem to have taken fancy to them and have garnished their properties with them. We are running out of the brown and green trees, and are planting lifeless ugly beings instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why shall we here in Ahmedabad, always end up preferring the low taste items? Why shall we always keep ourselves away from beautiful appreciable monuments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we never believe; We are worthy of better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;
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