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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16399483</id><updated>2009-11-05T09:47:25.047+05:30</updated><title type="text">Rajesh G Pandharpurkar</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rajs-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rajs-blog.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><author><name>Rajesh G Pandharpurkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15199075109586529827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/rajsblog" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16399483.post-4819592688227872526</id><published>2009-06-11T14:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:24:08.733+05:30</updated><title type="text">Racism in Australia - Indian Students Targeted</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Racist - another word for a coward/insecure/incompetent/unintelligent people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As Shravan (an Andhraite from Andhra Pradesh, India) and his friends were partying, two drunk white boys (Australians) gate crashed into their merriment and started abusing the Indians in a foul racist tongue. The only provocation (if you can call it that!) was Shravan and his friends politely asked the white entourage to leave the party as they were not invited!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That seemed to be too much to take for these ugly racist Australians. The famous 'Aussie-pride' could not take no for an answer! They stabbed Shravan with a screw-driver (some courage these punks showed, Screw-driver, for God's sake??) in his neck and started shouting in the most foulest language only the Australians can summon (ask Sourav Ganguly, Harbhajan etc).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Calling somebody a 'Bloody Indian' speaks so much for that person's character. The newest mantra for these white-trash is : 'curry-bashing'. Let's go 'curry-bashing' they say cunningly. Do we treat the foul Australian students in the same manner when they come to study in India? No! Agreed that the victims and their families had to go through a lot of trauma. But it is not as if we are shedding copious tears over the horrible incident. We too can fight back! But we do not gang-attack a single person in a lonely metro train! This is just shameful! Five bullies against a meek lonely Indian, that too in their own backyard? I do not call that courage, MATES!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And what is the cause of these dastardly acts, which have been increasing in frequency over the last few months? Well, here are a few :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cowardice :&lt;/b&gt; There's no fame in cornering a single person especially when you are a gang of ugly drunk punks, out on a trip of LCDs or what-nots. Substance abuse is for those weaklings who seek supremacy in an imaginary fantasy. Wherein, they are the Supermans, Batmans, He-mans etc. That's all in the comic books mates. In real world, you are nothing than a bunch of coward, backward thinking bullies who are no less than the Skeletors, Jokers. Well, shame on you cowards. If you had the courage and had the capacity to THINK, you would not have carried out such a BRAVE attack. Did your parents give you a hero's welcome after this feat? Well, you must have be feeling tired, how about some lethal mix of scotch coupled with a bottle full of sleeping pills ? That sure must make you feel superhuman again! And what a trip that would be &amp;#8211; a trip with a no return ticket! Ha! You sad bunch make me take up crime as a full time employment option!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insecurity :&lt;/b&gt; Wow! The mighty Australians are insecure! Hear about that! What are you insecure about bubbas? You are worried about us Indians studying hard and taking all the plum jobs and relegate you roos to the no-brains-needed clerical jobs?? Well, you do not have to worry about that at all pals. Why, is there going to be a mass exodus of us 'bloody Indians' back to our places??? Why No!!!! No that's not the reason! The reason is simply incompetence! You people are not made to THINK! Leave alone study hard and earn degrees, and get nice jobs. Which is exactly my next point! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Incompetence :&lt;/b&gt; The apes, (our ancestors) it now seems never crossed Australia to evolve into sharp thinking humans! So if you are all brawn and no brain, then it follows that you cannot think! If you cannot think, then you are NOT! (Descartes version - &amp;quot;I think therefore i am&amp;quot;). You do not exist at all my pre-medieval friends, at least when it comes to thinking rationally. And as apes do, you maul anything in your way without the slightest provocation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unintelligent :&lt;/b&gt; Not only you, even your parents are not that smart. Right after they came to know what their bright (or rather dull) wards did, not a single Australian mommy came onto the TV to express sympathy towards the victim and his kin. No owning up responsibility down here in down under for all immoral actions, my friends! Nah! Tribal justice is all what you will ever get. A tribal will think like a tribal. When he sees another man from another territory he just takes aim and shoots that poisoned dart. Smack! Take that you invader! For that's all he has been taught about and that's all he knows. But for those punks who might have finished schooling as students, it was a terrible shame. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now this is not the first time that Australians are being labeled racists.&lt;i&gt; Not all of them might be guilty, but people will generally tell you that you can smell it in the air.&lt;/i&gt; The hatred they have for us. Russians too complained about this racism menace a long time back. But no one stood up and took notice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are a few examples of what the US, Indian and Australian citizens themselves think:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Musing,US,says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Fact of the matter is that Aussies are the worst racists of the world. I have been all across the globe and have never seen people who are more petty and more racial than the Australians. Its also a fact that the vast majority are morons who are unable to compete with Indians/Chinese and therefore have an envy carryover which they resolve by resorting to gang violence. I remember the Singapore premiere aptly calling the Aussies the white trash of Asia... [30 May, 2009 0933hrs IST]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;george harris, brisbane,says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Please understand the majority of the population are disgusted by the attacks and know that the police refuse to deal with the real issue of migrant refugee gangs because of political correctness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pranaoti Naik,Gold Coast,says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; This is very terrifying news. I am a student here on the Gold coast and staying in the same country we are clueless about what is happening with our fellow mates. There wasn't much covered in the News on TV which is sad that Australia doesn't want to expose these matters. Apparently, we get to know about these issues through our Friends and Family from India. The most important issue here is that Universities need to follow certain rules and procedures to assure oneness among other nationalities. It is important that professors follow this in universities, as many Indian (Asian in particular) students are neglected in class. As a student here, We spend so much to come here to gain education and work experience and yet we end up being victims of miserable tragedies. Pranaoti Naik Gold Coast, Queensland Australia [30 May, 2009 1005hrs IST]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our own Indian govt. should stop taking those baby-step initiatives and should go full-blast on demanding the reasons for the ineptness of the Aussie govt. in failing to check this menace. We must demand solid action. After all we are paying them to take care of us as well as our education. In that sense they stand to lose an enormous economical opportunity. Their Universities will stop functioning if the Indians were to be advised not to go to Australia. The economic bashing they will receive will be more resounding than the physical bashing they gave our Indian students. After all, we are paying them for the education, we are not asking it for free, are we?? We have the right to demand a safe environment to take up our studies. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In fact, we must stop going to the Aussie Universities if they fail to guarantee our safety from the racism menace. Only the govt. of India can make this stick as a rule for the foreign Universities. If the Universities fail to own up responsibility for any untoward incidents the Indian students face there, then they must be dragged to the court.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-4819592688227872526?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some kind of a secure infrastructure     &lt;br /&gt;for running botnets. It will of course steal Credit Card information, and a host of other personal information, if your computer is compromised. However if you are running a Windows XP based system and if the Automatic Updates are turned on, then you are automatically protected. But if your system is compromised then you will not be able to visit, Microsoft, Symantec and a lot of other Anti-virus websites. Also it deletes all the previous System Restore points besides opening doors for all sort of Malware.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How does it infect?   &lt;br /&gt;--------------------    &lt;br /&gt;It spreads through USB memory sticks, networks and of course the Internet. This Conficker virus takes advantage of a Windows vulnerability and once infected, then the first thing it does is to    &lt;br /&gt;disable Automatic Updates, stop all the security update services (like that of your Anti-Virus's), blocks Internet access to most of the security websites. And after it has established base and contacted its author, then it remotely installs all sorts of Worms, Trojans, Backdoors, and Malware besides redirecting your browser phishing sites and scam websites.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What is the cure? - The healing touch   &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------    &lt;br /&gt;Visit the Microsoft website from a clean computer and download 'MS08-067' security patch. If your Windows Automatic Updates service is turned on, this patch is already installed and your    &lt;br /&gt;computer is not compromised. The next step is to download to Symantec's Conficker removal tool. The link is given here. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.symantec.com/security_response/writeup.jsp?docid=2009-011316-0247-99" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.symantec.com/security_response/writeup.jsp?docid=2009-011316-0247-99&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you want to download and install the Windows Security Patch and the Symantec Conficker Removal Tool on your own system then do the following : &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1.&amp;#160; Go to the command prompt by either pressing 'Winkey + R' or Click : Start&amp;gt;Run&amp;gt;and type 'cmd'. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2.&amp;#160; Go to the root level (meaning : going to the drive letter where your operating system is loaded. This letter is most of the times 'C') by typing the following : 'cd\' and hitting 'Enter'. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3.&amp;#160; You will now be at 'C:\'. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4.&amp;#160; Now type 'net stop dnscache' and press 'Enter' This command will stop the domain blocking feature of the Conficker virus. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5.&amp;#160; Now type 'net start dnscache'. And now you should be able to go the security websites. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6.&amp;#160; Now download the following Windows security patch MS-08-067. Here are the links :&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For Windows XP :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/downloads/details.aspx?displaylang=en&amp;amp;FamilyID=0d5f9b6e-9265-44b9-a376-2067b73d6a03" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.microsoft.com/downloads/details.aspx?displaylang=en&amp;amp;FamilyID=0d5f9b6e-9265-44b9-a376-2067b73d6a03&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For Windows Vista : &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/downloads/details.aspx?displaylang=en&amp;amp;FamilyID=18fdff67-c723-42bd-ac5c-cac7d8713b21" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.microsoft.com/downloads/details.aspx?displaylang=en&amp;amp;FamilyID=18fdff67-c723-42bd-ac5c-cac7d8713b21&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7.&amp;#160; If you still want to be sure, then download Symantec's Removal Tool here : &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.symantec.com/security_response/writeup.jsp?docid=2009-011316-0247-99" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.symantec.com/security_response/writeup.jsp?docid=2009-011316-0247-99&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tips : Always remember to Turn on the Automatic Update feature of Windows operating systems. Also regularly update your Anti-virus database. Have a good Malaware Removal Application. I personally recommend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;'&lt;a href="http://www.safer-networking.org" target="_blank"&gt;Spybot Search &amp;amp; Destroy&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is available for free. Keep the Registry healthy by removing unused &amp;amp; unnecessary entries left over by previous uninstalls. There's a good free software available called '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ccleaner.com" target="_blank"&gt;CCleaner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'. Also have a good Uninstaller installed on your system and make sure to use this when you want to uninstall. It provides a step-by-step interface which is easy to understand. What it does apart from cleanly uninstalling an unwanted software, is remove any entries left behind by the program from the folders and from the registry as well. When you uninstall a software cleanly then&amp;#160; you are stopping any conflicts arising in the future. No conflicts means a healthy system! I recommend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revouninstaller.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revo Uninstaller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which again is free. And PLEASE do not fall prey to some really impressive websites offering a 'Free Virus/Security Scan'. All it does is install spyware even while it appears to be scanning for infections! You will be issued with a 'dire' warning as to how several 'infections' have been found on your system and how you can get rid of them by buying their Anti-Virus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-1306214513966052294?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's not the fear of death itself that i am scared of. It has got to do with the fact that i shall &lt;em&gt;never ever&lt;/em&gt; be able to meet  all my loved ones. I cannot even imagine what my wife would do without me. Ahem..a bit of a bold statement there, you think?? Well, we are like that! We cannot think of a life without each other. What about my little daughter?? Well, she's too small to understand all this. My mother, brother &amp;amp; sister??? I am sure they will be shattered beyond repair. But LIFE moves on. You got to move along, otherwise it will leave you far behind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This thought has been bothering me from the past 2 weeks. And i have been meaning to unload the burden of such thought via this blog. Can't tell wifey. Her blood pressure will shoot up to the moon. So i figured the next best thing to a wife is ...... my BLOG! Who else??!! They weren't kidding then, when they said blogging is addictive. It's a little slow in the beginning but catches speed later on. After that you can't get off. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How true then, that we cannot do anything when death beckons. Yea, we should smile. Sure! Smile... when the light in front of you is fading and darkness is blanketing your vision! Smile....when you are holding your dear ones hand and &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that you won't be able to &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;again! Smile.....when your heart's breaking into a zillion tiny pieces. Man!!! How can anyone do that? Can anyone do it...??? Smile??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They say in Hindu lore that our soul stays back on earth for 10 days. It (the aatma) keeps begging the soldiers of Yama to please, please let it stay back and see to its heart's content its loved ones for one LAST time. It cries and cries along with its beloved ones down there. It does not want to go to Yama, but His soldiers are relentless. They unleash the &lt;em&gt;Paashaan&lt;/em&gt; (the whip) and drag the &lt;em&gt;aatma&lt;/em&gt;. It keeps looking back again and again for whatever glimpses it can see of its loved ones. How for one last time it wants to go and hug its people! The unbearable pain it endures when it is made clear to it that there's no going back! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Can any living being survive that? No wonder they are as dead as DEAD when they have to go through such harrowing time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Does somebody believe in afterlife? Is there indeed a place called an &lt;em&gt;afterlife? &lt;/em&gt;What do souls do there? Do they exist there in the same human form they had when living on earth? What activities go on there? Are there any cars, buildings, roads, phones, water, food,  sky, wind, fire ..... etc...in the city of afterlife? If there ever was an afterlife, it must be a very crowded place! Think of all the civilization who died. How do the GODs manage such humongous traffic! Really, this concept of afterlife starkly opposes the Hindu theory of  re-birth. I mean, if i was to be reborn on this earth again  - not necessarily as a human though - then there will be no place called the afterlife. The cycle of being reborn again would just have continued without any interval - how temporary it might be. Then why did our wise talk so much about afterlife? Surely there must be something concrete to it. Otherwise our wise - who had the concept of TIME and DIMENSION long before our Western counterparts learned to speak - were not such fools. Then the only explanation of justifying the existence of afterlife will be that it is a temporary resting place where a person's deeds and misdeeds are calculated, punishments  served accordingly, and then dispatched back to earth again with some form of a living thing's 'body', of course with all the previous memory deleted! It runs like a well oiled machine, does the God's machine. It has to ! Imagine taking birth as a PIG with all your previous human life memory intact. You would be looking at SHIT and telling to yourself 'I can't eat that SHIT.....PIGS do' !!!! Some fun the onlookers would have watching the poor soul.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's really amazing how quickly i shift gears from all serious and grim talk to stomach splitting comedy! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now back to being serious. Well, it all looks so strikingly similar to the Wachowski brother's epic movie 'The Matrix'. I mean, look here closely and what do we got? A near perfect similarity to our Hindu theories of afterlife and &lt;em&gt;Karma&lt;/em&gt;. Our &lt;em&gt;aatmas&lt;/em&gt; are nothing but some global Programes whose core structure never changes (the soul never dies), into which various functions are written. Now the programs run according to the functions which are placed in it. If the function of a chimpanzee is written into the program then it displays the character of the above animal. If the function of a dog is written it happily wags it's tail and fetches!. So on and so forth for various other animals and various other humans. Here's the legend, if you like it, for those who do not know a damn thing about afterlife, aatma and karma. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aatma == Global Program;  Body == Function written in the program; Life == Matrix;  World == Mainframe;  God == Universe's most genius PROGRAMMER !!.......&amp;amp; Rajesh == A bloody fool ..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;.....more later on the subject which prompted me to blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rajesh G Pandhrapurkar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:51b73fa6-5b61-45cc-aeb1-022808de6dd0" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/programmer" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-2773217199212032602?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Surprised that there still exist some people who think the world of her, i continued its perusal. To my amazement and shock, the author of the above article was one of us Indians, Kishwar Desai, wife of the famous Lord Meghnand Desai. You can find the article here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deccanchronicle.com/neutral/dumbstruck-queen%E2%80%99s-beauty%2C-grace-and-charm-908" target="_blank"&gt; http://deccanchronicle.com/neutral/dumbstruck-queen%E2%80%99s-beauty%2C-grace-and-charm-908&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although airing one's opinions in a free and democratic country has no legal repercussions, i found the article slightly favoring the Queen and her legacy, which i must say turned my stomach a little. I did not feel it is right for an Indian to be taken back to the Queen's era, where so many crimes against humanity were committed. I thought it greatly insulted the heroes of our Freedom struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my reply to the author :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Dear Ms. Desai,&lt;br /&gt;this is regarding your article appearing in the newspaper Deccan Chronicle, dt.14th mar 2009,&lt;br /&gt;titled "Dumbstruck by Queen's beauty, grace and charm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fire the first salvo by saying that it was pathetic the way you have shown a school-girl like enthusiasm in summing  up your meeting with the 'Queen'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have found 'beauty, grace and charm' in the 'Queen' but seem to have happily forgotten the ruthless 400 years of lawless rule by her predecessors! There certainly is nothing 'beautiful' and 'graceful' about that Ms. Desai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you were right, 'for some it may not be pleasant thought to look back upon', but for you, i am afraid, it was all so glorious!! I find it hard to put words on paper after this confession. Although, a majority of the Britons themselves are quite against the Buckingham Palace's 'royal' excesses, some of us Indians seem to happily cut off their right arm just to shake the 'Queen's' hand. Now this thought is not at all 'charming', Ms. Desai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now on to the moment of your life, when all of you waited 'nervously' to get a glimpse of the Queen. And what of the moment, when your 'convent' school training came to your rescue and enabled you to 'curtsey' !! WOW!! That must have been THE moment of your life, was it not Ms. Desai?? You must have been over the moon, to kneel (only a little, mind you!) in front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the great Queen. Whilst you were thus curtsey-ing Ms. Desai, i said to myself : " there goes another one ", who hasn't quite come out of the 400 year old practice of Master and Slave. Come on Ms. Desai, you seem much to be much more intelligent than Cherie Blair. If she could see it, how could you not ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That era is long gone Ms. Desai, when curtsey-ing was cumpolsary. We Indians do not bow to anybody, much less show such unabashed subservience to a 'monarch'. You seemed quite jolly sprinkling the words, 'monarch', 'empire', 'devotees' 'rituals' .....all across the article. Now that tells so much about your love for the Queen and her 'Empire'(??) Ms. Desai, does it not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A professional like you, who has such a long standing in the Indian media should have shown some restraint while talking about the people who had made slaves out of us. You could have addressed the sensitivities of the Indians a little more.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that a journalist, specially a famous one, reads feedback. But the lady really surprised me by replying back. I really consider this as a privilege and honor. Thank you Ms. Desai for even bothering to read my counter-views. You are a ture sport! Here's the email reply i received from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from    Kishwar Desai &lt;kishwardesai@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;/kishwardesai@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reply-to    kishwardesai@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to    Rajesh Pandharpurkar &lt;raj15aug@gmail.com&gt;&lt;/raj15aug@gmail.com&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;date    Sun, Mar 15, 2009 at 3:31 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subject    Re: Regarding your article: Dumbstruck by Queens......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mailed-by    yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;signed-by    yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3:31 PM (23 hours ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear mr pandharpurkar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you for your observations and it is always a pleasure to get a feedback--whether negative or positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do keep reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with all good wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kishwar&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-6005152466371466911?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The POLITICIANS! These animals are so insensitive. All they know by default is not serving the people who put them in the chair, but getting filthy rich by their corrupt habits. CORRUPTION, BRIBERY, WHITE LIES are a CANCER which these politicians have! And they are born with it. I guess, a person with such insensitive mind needs to be claimed by the good people of the Mental institutions. How else can&lt;br /&gt;you explain the recent tragedy where a politician and his cohorts murdered a PWD engineer in Uttar Pradesh in cold blood? The reason ? ...............now here comes the most disgusting part yet.........i hope u have a strong stomach for it...................the reason is that the PWD engineer refused to pay up Rs. 50 lakhs for Chief Minister Mayawati's Birthday bash!!!!!!!! If this isn't called heinous and atrocious, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ELSE IS IT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a democracy survive, if people who are given the reins to run it are themselves so bloody ruthless?? We have sitting MPs and MLAs who have criminal cases pending against them. Yet they are allowed to roam freely in the Parliament and Assemblies? They are allowed to give their bloody speeches in the House, where a naive person might be duped into thinking      ' Wow, this MP/MLA cares a lot for the people who elected him' !! In realty, this monster goes back to his constituency and rapes an innocent woman/child!! Disgusting these bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions that comes to mind is how to weed all of them out. Well, as long as there's a majority of rural illiterates whose voting power can be easily swayed, these ugly sods continue to rule! To be fair to the rural population, we cannot expect a simple farmer to know what's the GDP of India. Or how much budget is allotted towards providing drinking water and other basic amenities in the rural areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Central Govt, who sanctions and releases these loans should and MUST keep a hawkish eye on the MP/MLA/District Collectors who are supposed to make use of this money. It should hold all these people liable if the job for which the amounts have been sanctioned hasn't been completed or worse, haven't been taken up at all. There must be accountability and stringent punishments for violating rules &amp;amp; regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Editorial in a famous newspaper featured an article written by the former CBI chief. He writes of an incident where a newly elected CM was being asked why he is choosing a cabinet where 80% of the ministers had criminal cases pending against them. The reply the CM gave sums up the insensitive nature of these shameless politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CM carelessly replied " I cannot be bothered about who has how many cases pending against him. Go and ask the PEOPLE who ELECTED THEM" !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, sadly, the true face of Indian Politics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-8256919744022663935?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They point out, and correctly so, that the Indian Political leadership has been found wanting in protecting the common man from such dangers. The time is not one for jingoistic patriotism, but to wake up to stark reality and learn lessons from such mistakes and pledge that this soil will not ever be used for perpetrating such horrible crimes. The Congress leaders need to take stock of the situation from the point of view of National security and tighten the laws. They just need to stop themselves from thinking of the 'election' once in their lifetime. Hereunder is an excerpt from an article of Wall Street Journal :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its intelligence units are understaffed and lack resources. Coordination among the country's 28 state police forces is poor. The country's anti-terror legal architecture is also inadequate," it said. "A lack of political leadership is to blame," the Journal stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Australian newspaper the Sydney Morning Herald described Mumbai as a "soft target." Under the banner headline "Massacre in Mumbai," it said the nature of the attacks and the singling out of US and British nationals suggested a wider agenda than usual militant attacks in India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to the so called "think-tanks", the so called "policy-makers", the insensitive Indian Political machine (mainly the Congress) is this : 'If the outsiders can see and understand what's causing the problem in our home, then tell me for God's sake, why cant you, the head of the families ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deny help from the outsiders, saying our Army is efficient enough. Of course, there's no questioning the quality and skills of our brave soldiers, we salute them for what they have been doing so far. The crux of the matter is, if we deny help then at least make it look like it is fair. I mean, equip our army, the soldiers with the latest technology, world-class training, etc. Give them what they want. Encourage them. Raise their salaries. The surplus can be directly cut from the various number of redundant politicians!! I mean, they say the paunch is the measure of prosperity!! Look at our corrupt politicians and their pot-bellies and you'll get the picture. It seems, they not only shovel the dirty money into various off shore bank accounts, they also seem to stuff some of it inside their stomach linings. That's the reason for their ever-rising waistline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, right, enough of politician bashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a moment to salute all the brave men who lost their lives in line of duty while protecting the lives of scores of innocent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH, I SALUTE YOU THE BRAVE MEN OF NSG, THE MARINE COMMANDOS (MARCOS), THE ARMY, THE LOCAL POLICEMEN, THE STAFF OF TAJ AND OTHERS WHO HELPED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI HIND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-8700091305609958475?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We watch haplessly as they go on killing innocent souls so mercilessly. They do not have a morsel of humanity left in them. These cowardly bastards hide inside an enclosure and fight. Let them come out in the open and see how many seconds they last! Cowards all of them! Don't they have their own family? How would they like to see the spectacle of watching their own get killed without batting an eyelid? Without ever being guilty? What Jihad are you talking of, you village idiots? Your mind is so filled with all the crap that the local Mullah preaches, that you forget you cannot take one's life if you cannot CREATE one! It is so elementary!! But, how would you know? You have chosen to be ignorant. You have chosen to let your mind be raped by those Islamist fundamentalists, who themselves are safe and miles away when you rouges are perpetrating such heinous crimes. You Jihadists are such a sad bunch of sadistic cowards. You think you will be awarded Paradise, "Jannat", after you are done with spraying bullets mercilessly on innocent people? You think allah waits for you with extended arms in Heaven? No! You poor bastards! Neither allah nor any God of any religion is waiting for, you, you ugly sods! The only thing waiting for you you is ETERNAL HELL. You will burn there. Burn there for every soul you have killed. You will be tortured, like you have tortured us every time we stepped out of our homes, knowing not if we'd return back home alive. You will be shred to pieces like you have done so with your Jihadist bombs. You think your God cares for you? Wrong! Your god does not like people who take other people's lives at the drop of a hat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With whom is your fight ? With the governments? Then go negotiate with the concerned people. Why kill us innocent humans. What the F*** have we ever done to you or your family. You mindless clods are happily killing our family members and when the Hindu fundamentalists do the same on the pretext of revenge, you whine like little babies and cry foul? What happened to all the bravery, the Jihadi bullshit?  "Holy War" ???!! You dim witted SOBs, do you even know the meaning of HOLY? Holy is another word for being 'righteous'. Can you call what you are doing as righteous? Education! Education is what you want! Not cross-border training in the skills of firing an AK-47 or lobbing grenades. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We Indians need to rise as one! We need to show the door out to the Govts, who cannot protect us. After all, we are electing them because we think they would do a better job than us. Now if they can't, let them resign. Let them surrender their posts, for the next person who is better than him. After all, in a big country like India whose army is one of the biggest in the world, can it not defend its motherland when a bunch of foreign trained terrorists force her to fall on her knees? What are we coming to? We should have Netas like Subhash Chandra Bose and Sardar Vallabhai Patel. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dr. Manmohan Singh, we have a great respect and the highest regard for you as a taintless politician. But we cannot let you have such an incompetent person such as Shivraj Patil to be the Defence Minister of India. Surely with your intelligence you can find a better man for the job of handling the security of India. The man just goes on blabbering pointless issues trying to divert the attention from the crux of the matter. He's so confused. You just have to look at him on the TV interviews. You can't miss it! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bring back the POTA if you want to talk to the terrorists in their own language. No Mercy! Yeah! They'd surely understand. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Show some fight. Show some courage. Take the fight to them. They want to talk with guns and bombs. Sure. let us do that. Let's talk to them with guns and bombs. Let's blow their collective Jihadi minds to smithereens. See if they survive that and if they do, then let's talk to them in plain human language. Until then, let's just return the fire. Let them know the consequences of playing f***ing hardball with us. Oh, so you think we can't play the game. Sure we can. Let's just decide on a place away from the civilization and then we will show you. We will come at you so strong, you ugly cowards will not even know what hit you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's because of you that the Muslims are being treated so badly all over the world. You have spoiled the name of Islam. If this continues, then the religion itself will be on the brink of extinction. Your mind is so filled with shit, your mental faculties cannot comprehend anything beyond Jihad, Guns &amp;amp; Bombs. You are the truest INFIDELS. You are that, because, Islam doesn't teach you to kill and that's exactly what you DON'T BELIEVE. So who are the INFIDELS, you dogs? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh I am so sorry doggies all over he world, for having these animals equated with you !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-3232470601615533528?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4FXGaB4WVl5Q2Kjj4TYk8KLNcL8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4FXGaB4WVl5Q2Kjj4TYk8KLNcL8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rajsblog/~4/WrhdCW9gbLM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rajs-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3232470601615533528/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rajs-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/mumbai-terrorists-strike-again.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16399483/posts/default/3232470601615533528" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16399483/posts/default/3232470601615533528" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rajsblog/~3/WrhdCW9gbLM/mumbai-terrorists-strike-again.html" title="MUMBAI : Terrorists strike again!" /><author><name>Rajesh G Pandharpurkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15199075109586529827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13120662679007522685" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rajs-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/mumbai-terrorists-strike-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16399483.post-3207081439145973677</id><published>2008-11-26T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:00:39.193+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kamareddy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vidyanagar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="native place" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childhood memories" /><title type="text">Copy of post at the Vidyanagar@Kamareddy Community in Orkut</title><content type="html">Here's a copy of the topic i had initiated at one of the communities of Orkut called Vidyanagar@Kamareddy : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friends from VidyaNagar Colony, Kamareddy - I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello KMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of childhood memories of this great place. I was brought up here. I still remember my friends. I am in contact with 3 of them. Sajid, Nitesh &amp; Nitin Kanugenti. We used to play galli cricket till our elders used to scold us crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more friends i remember are : Srujan and Krishna from the same colony. There was one guy who was senior to us called Ram Raju who used to live beside our home. Then there were our 'goti' partners Ramesh and Ratnakar both brothers and both sons of some Police Officer (i don't seem to remember now, it's been a good 20 years!!). Ramesh was the elder of the brothers and we paired for our goti games! We won a lot of the them. Then we used to play Gilli-Danda and Cricket in an open space called 'ground'. Now the ground has been covered with apartment buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Javed who, i hear, still lives in the same house. Some consistency!! This guy was a great Break-Dancer of our times! There was Rustom, whom i still try to maintain contact by visiting his home. Rustom's brothers were Musa &amp; Irfan. Rustom and i went for a very late night movie once on Shivarati day. We got scolded badly. They used to arrange a 3rd show (after the 2nd show which usually begins at 10:30 pm) on a special days like Shivaratri and Jagne Ki Raat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rustom and i also used to go for fishing in the nearby 'Matthadi', a small pond on the outskirts of KMR. And when it rained heavily, we literally used to catch fish right on the streets of our colony!! Rustom used to throw the fishes in the well at his home. My fishes went inside small earthen box, which i kept on the terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had friends from my English Medium School (Vani Vidyalayamu - the old school near the Railway Station) until the 7th std (year 1990) namely in the order of : Abdul Hafeez (used to be my best buddy), Vishal Agrawal, Laxma Reddy (my brother's best friend), Venu Madahav Rao, Nagarjun Reddy, Rajashekar Reddy, Madhuri (the lone girl in our class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............continued in the next Topic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........continued from Topic 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 8th std till the 10th std which i did from Z.P.P.B.H.S (near the Post Office) here are my friends. Mohd.Sajid Hussein (my best buddy and also my brother's), Venu (the baniya), Gowrishanker (Venu's cuz, Sheik Ahmed (the hulk), Maruti (the hulk's tiny best friend), Vishnu Vardhan. We were all locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the non-locals, namely the Devenpalli &amp; Lingampalli gang. Now, these two side-by-side hamlets are only 4 kilometers from KMR. The most sharpest of them and the lone competitor to us locals was Rajendra Prasad. Last time i heard, he took up a job as a teacher after finishing his Graduate studies. So there's one feather in his cap! Then there was Anjaneyulu (the small wiry guy,who always used to wear a monkey-cap, regardless to the weather outside. We always used to tease him saying he should ride his bicycle carefully for the winds were blowing at the speed of 2kms per hour!! Such was his tiny frame!) Rajendra always protected his tiny buddy from his hamlet. There was one Satyanarayana Goud whose family owned an arrack store. He used to befriend us locals. Then there was one K.Srinivas from a nearby hamlet (the name of which i do not recall now) who was a very quiet person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to go to Devenpalli &amp; Lingampalli to steal mangoes from the Mango orchards. It was great fun, and the fruits of the toil were always sweet!! We used to go to pick up Custard Apples (Sithaphal) in the other direction from KMR. We used bicycles for our trips! Now i can't even think of riding 2 kms!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was such a wonderful life then! So many fond memories. Such bright and crispy days for holidaying! So many amazing places to go to! So many friends to make. So many adventures to experience. So much peace to drown in! I could go on!! Hopefully next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see ya ..... if any one of the above mentioned friends read this, please contact me. It would be nice to meet old friends again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajesh Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;Hyderabad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-3207081439145973677?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At least as i am writing this! Let's see what the depths of this mind brew up as i go along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firstly, this has been a very cold, sad and a dull day. I woke up at 5 AM. A chilly draft of air greeted me when i opened the doors. It was so cold, i cancelled even the idea of doing 'Pranayams'. A fairly simple breathing excercise. Heard it makes your life &amp;amp; health better. You sit in a meditating posture, inhale through one nostril, while closing the other with your finger. Keep inhaling until you feel like your lungs are full, hold the breath for a few seconds, and exhale through the other nostril, while keeping the former closed with your finger. Keep on repeating this for atleast 15 minutes. It clears the airways inside your lungs. And it also increases the lung capacity to hold air. The more your lungs can accomodate, the more you can breathe. And the more you breathe, the more Oxygen your body gets supplied. More Oxygen means good health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As the reader might have already noticed my usuage of the word 'sad' in the previous paragraph, i now wish to throw more light on it. Later in the day i got to know the passing away of a cousin of mine. He had been ill for a long time now. There were a series of operations performed on him in the begining. It seems to have left the body ravaged. It repulsed and rejected each operation and complicated the whole situation. Finally, the advancements in the medical field kept him alive for a brief period of time, before the doctors gave up. The family was advised to take him back home, for the good doctors realized the futileness of continuing the treatement. After all, even a doctor cannot help when the body decides to give up. And so on the way, as he was being taken to his hometown after passing the city, his soul finally decided to remove itself from the devasted body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of 55 years he was !  He was the only son of my eldest aunty, who too had departed for Heaven a long time back........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brought my self up-to-date with the latest post on the Big B's blog. What a truly remarkable human he is! If only our politicians had even an iota of the humanity this great man has, India and its people would have benefited greatly. I use the term 'iota' intentionally, because there are so many politicians and collectively the 'iotas' from these opportunists (leave a small group of 'em) would form a great sea of humanity, quite literally !! Also because, the rulers of this great country neither have the heart nor have the capability of having any more than an 'IOTA' of 'Humanity' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sign off with a very uncertain mind about the times to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-367592084929468226?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ma4BP1hF1iVg1_st4wxbw-HFD6E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ma4BP1hF1iVg1_st4wxbw-HFD6E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rajsblog/~4/-EN98loT6QQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rajs-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/367592084929468226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://rajs-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-nothing-to-write-really-at-least.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16399483/posts/default/367592084929468226" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16399483/posts/default/367592084929468226" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rajsblog/~3/-EN98loT6QQ/well-nothing-to-write-really-at-least.html" title="" /><author><name>Rajesh G Pandharpurkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15199075109586529827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13120662679007522685" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rajs-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-nothing-to-write-really-at-least.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16399483.post-6897453102316541799</id><published>2008-10-16T13:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:39:31.810+05:30</updated><title type="text">A Sad Day!  :(</title><content type="html">Such is life ..... just when you begin to think that all is well with the world, something terrible happens the very next moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 11th will be remembered as such an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitabh Bachchan's birthday, and his fans on his blog want to give him a special treat by waking up the whole night on Oct 1oth and waiting for that special moment when the clock strikes 12, and when 10th passes into 11th. The blog members clamor &amp;amp; jostle with each other(on the Internet ether!) to be the "1st" to wish the Big B, to be the 1st on the Comments list. For many, the top-position on Mr. Bachchan's blog has become the sole reason to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the TV screens all across India are splashed with the news channel coverage of Mr. Bachchan's trip to the Nanavati &amp;amp; Leelavati Hosptal, in an ambulance! 'The stomach pain is back', the loyal fans shudder, with the lucid reminiscence of the past trouble the Big B has had with his stomach.  Pundits are given prime time spots on the news channel to let the audience know under which "dasha" are Mr. Bachchan's astrological planets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all the media frenzy, a small group of fans, who shun the publicity,  are silently praying for the Big B's return to normal health. Among several of them is the author of this blog : ' your's truly' . Here's wishing AB Sr. the longest and healthiest life possible. May God bless him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-6897453102316541799?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's with a heavy heart that i announce to the world, that finally the time has come for me to move away from my family of 32 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the western civilization, this event would not have drawn much attention, leave alone a lot a of publicity (negative, if i may say so!). Back there in the western culture, a young man of 18-20 years is looked down upon if he were still to continue staying with his parents. 'Momma's boy', most would call him without batting an eye-lid! Whereas on the other side of the world, namely India, a man would generally end up spending the rest of his life with his parents. Slowly he takes over the mantle of head of the family, as his parents get old. He'd probably marry off his children and get old himself, but he continues the age old Indian tradition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'living-with-parents'. &lt;/span&gt;Living 'seperately' is still considered a taboo matter to discuss! Young daughter-in-laws who marry into the family, are accused of 'dividing' the family if she were caught even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking &lt;/span&gt;about this topic, leave alone expressing her X-generation laced 'independent' thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, am of the thought that the parents should let go of their children from under their protective wings. Let them fly, when they are ready. Let them create their own personality, own identity. So what if their beloved children face obstacles while trying to set up their own families? Sure they will stumble, but with all the valuable lessons you have taught them, it won't be long before they get up again and continue this journey. Parents must have confidence in their own blood! After all, they are always there, if things don't exactly go according to their children's brave plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the time has come for our generation to break free from the shackles of this kind of stereotyped thinking. Sure a lot of elders would disagree on the pretex of preserving 'Cultural Values', 'Family traditions' et al. They are right in their own way, of course. I am not against the idea of living in a joint family like the proverbial family man, discussed in the above sentences. What i merely want to point out is, when there's a difference in opinion between any two of the family members, and despite the best efforts of both the parties to come to a conclusion peacefully, i think the time then has come, sadly, to find a way to keep both of them from coming into each other's way and cause more friction. Simply that! And yes, this may look very simple to the reader, but i am sure, given the Indian Family living conditions, he may show some understanding here. After all, who does not wish for peace of mind? And to what extent does one have the capacity to take it all?? One or the other day, the dam will burst open and take down everything in its swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much for getting sentimental. I am in no way justifying my decision here. I merely am telling you all what my thoughts are at this troubled moment. Much to the contrary of what many elders may think, this has got nothing to do with my wife. It's ME all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving away is not that easy. You will have to plan about so many things. So many important things i.e. The financial feasibility, security for the family, surrounding atmosphere of the new dwelling, neighbors, proximity of grocery  and convenience stores, proximity to your near and dear ones, transport facility, etc are just mere drops in ocean. Plans for many unforeseen events that might catch you unprepared, take the rest of your 'worrying' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most worrying factor is the social stigma. Suddenly, you are seen in a different light. 'Ah, after all his parents have done for him, he pays them back with this...' becomes the headline news every other morning! Some would even boycott you altogether! The shame of it!! I can say this with confidence as i had witnessed the same treatement being meted out to one poor fellow among my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not scared of the above as i already have come to terms with the ways of society. The more quickly you 'accept' things, the more energy you can funnel towards other constructive things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, moving away from the family - mutually, mind you - is only a mere inconvenience which can be repaired with time. After all, time is the greatest healer. So any hurt feelings, like everything else in life, are temporary and will be soothed. I treat this as nothing more than the 'physical-distance' between the two families. I am sure, even arrogantly confident, that everything else, the ties, the bonds, the love, the care......WILL always remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, opinions differ! And so, my brother thinks otherwise. But i assure him too. He says he has nothing more to add to this and he'll go with my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am amigos, all set to embark on this journey. A journey, not without obstacles, but also not without any lack of willpower, confidence and a dogged sense of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sign off, not sure when i'd be back to blogging with y'all. I leave you with a beautiful quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"It seldom happens that a man changes his life through his habitual reasoning. No matter how fully he may sense the new plans and aims revealed to him by reason, he continues to plod along in old paths until his life becomes frustrating and unbearable, he finally makes the change only when his usual life can no longer be tolerated." ---Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-5499490936122011149?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The word 'poet' when attached next to my name itself causes untold misery to all the 'real' poets of the world!! Shelly, Wordsworth and Co. please excuse this horrible offense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with apologies to the literary world, here i present you with some of my musings! The musings start randomly, in other words, not chronologically. That itself tells you how aimless and unsystematic my literary endeavors have been. To guide the reader/peruser properly as to the when these musings have come into existence, i have provided the dates (whenever available) right above the poems. That itself shall absolve me from all the brick-bats i receive. You see, they say that your thought process matures along with you. So a bland looking musing shall rightly be attributed to my innocence and the outlook towards life i had then. And just like our good ol' ancient liquid, namely Wine, matures, so do the cerebral juices and thence the resultant thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reader is well advised to peruse these outpourings as mere thoughts of the creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due apologies....&lt;br /&gt;Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Year: 1995]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call me Fat!&lt;br /&gt;And they tease me whenever I bat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;People stare at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if they hadn’t seen a guy,&lt;br /&gt;Fatter than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears trickle down my cheek when,&lt;br /&gt;My mom calls Pop to come to her side,&lt;br /&gt;To balance the room,&lt;br /&gt;When I’m on the other side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends don’t care me,&lt;br /&gt;Even my friend’s dog paws at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am insulted wherever I go&lt;br /&gt;That’s why, to the parties,&lt;br /&gt;I never go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;© RGP Creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17-May 1994 : Tuesday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of “Guns” and “Hens”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see my son?&lt;br /&gt;It’s impossible to make soup with chicken,&lt;br /&gt;When the hen is on the run!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw! Come on my son!&lt;br /&gt;Here!! Have yourselves a bun!&lt;br /&gt;Until I catch the hen on the run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t forget to toss me back my gun,&lt;br /&gt;For I’m goin’ to catch the hen on the run&lt;br /&gt;Even under the hot sun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;© RGP Creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26-December-1993]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“JOEY”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey was his name,&lt;br /&gt;Sheer innocence was his fame.&lt;br /&gt;Courageous was he to his parents,&lt;br /&gt;Face his enemy, he daren’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had on his face, a pimple.&lt;br /&gt;He was nothing, just, but simple.&lt;br /&gt;He could not even groom his hair,&lt;br /&gt;To look good enough to go to the fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d spend all his money,&lt;br /&gt;Only to get a drop of honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hadn’t even a match-stick to ignite,&lt;br /&gt;To make a hot cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;But he had enough guests to invite&lt;br /&gt;To a hot, hot party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to think, to build a bridge on the sea,&lt;br /&gt;By throwing fistfuls of sand in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soft-corner in his heart, he always had.&lt;br /&gt;A jealous bone in his body, he never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His jokes to be told were numerous.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, he a little bit humorous.&lt;br /&gt;Day by day his jokes slowly passed across the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not a corner in the world ,&lt;br /&gt;where his jokes were not told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, even as he became old,&lt;br /&gt;His jokes were always measured in gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last, when he died, even his bitter enemies cried!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people would say :&lt;br /&gt;Joey was a man with a pimple, nothing just but, simple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;© RGP Creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16-December-1994 : Friday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn’t even the foggiest notion,&lt;br /&gt;That one day this world would be ruled&lt;br /&gt;By this craziest thing called “fashion”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of “Namaste Ji”,&lt;br /&gt;Here in this age they say, “Long time, no see” !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d look damn good,” they brag,&lt;br /&gt;In this insipid thing, I discern as a ‘torn-rag’ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They vouch they’d be the cynosure in the Jeans called, ‘Lee Cooper’.&lt;br /&gt;And they almost drown themselves in the perfume, Baccarose’s ‘Copper’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids!!! They zoom in a Maruti Van,&lt;br /&gt;And they consider themselves a Macho,&lt;br /&gt;If they ever happen to possess a ‘Ray-Ban’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone talk some sense into these kids&lt;br /&gt;That these are just transitory trend-setters&lt;br /&gt;And that they will, one day, fade away&lt;br /&gt;As the time, into the past, slips away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;© RGP Creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2-February-1995 : Thursday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEIGHBOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;To find myself in the well of thoughts : deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My endeavors to stay afloat&lt;br /&gt;proved futile,&lt;br /&gt;For I was being sucked into the&lt;br /&gt;darkness of eternity all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some alien beings dragged&lt;br /&gt;me into further darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could make of them was&lt;br /&gt;Two pairs of treacherous, burning eyes&lt;br /&gt;And an excellent example of dumbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, now, stood in the center of the room&lt;br /&gt;Where there were more fiercer eyes and&lt;br /&gt;The air damp with doom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those scornful eyes, now shifted their vision to their chieftain,&lt;br /&gt;Who snapped orders to them to become more sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Highness accused me of malice and enmity towards my neighbor&lt;br /&gt;And consequently no beatitude, on me, did I incur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sentenced to three hours of frying in the hot bubbling oil&lt;br /&gt;And perpetual grinding in the grinding stone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly I woke up again.&lt;br /&gt;This time, with a deep moan&lt;br /&gt;which echoed within my each and every bone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jubilation was of because that I suffered no harm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day I was with my neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;Arm in arm,&lt;br /&gt;Both equally quiet and equally calm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;© RGP Creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1995]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close To Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the Sun rises from the far east&lt;br /&gt;And sets in the deep west,&lt;br /&gt;I think I am close to Paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the birds chirp and the cuckoos sing,&lt;br /&gt;I think I am close to Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel the coldness from the moon,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes close instantly and I slip into cheerful dreams and then,&lt;br /&gt;I think I am close to Paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts drag me into the depths of&lt;br /&gt;Heaven’s fantasies, consoling my hurt soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so light!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh so light!!&lt;br /&gt;That I could fly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then suddenly something dreadful happens,&lt;br /&gt;The axe of hatred and vice snaps the rope of virtue and goodwill&lt;br /&gt;And then I begin to wonder :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“was it a dream?? Or was I just close to Paradise!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;© RGP Creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27-October-1995 : Friday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! The season of winter,&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;How serene!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul never before seemed pleased&lt;br /&gt;Even when I viewed , the moon in full&lt;br /&gt;or the lustrous country-side’s pleasant scene!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn wakes me up&lt;br /&gt;With the bird’s melodious songs.&lt;br /&gt;The fresh morning air fill my lungs up,&lt;br /&gt;And I yearn to hear the distant sound of temple-gongs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank thee my lord&lt;br /&gt;For making this Winter delightful;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to thee almighty&lt;br /&gt;To make this season last for eternity!!&lt;br /&gt;So that I could relish its beauty&lt;br /&gt;To my heart’s full!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eagles soar high up in the spotless blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;With an intention to embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;But descend down with a regretful sigh;&lt;br /&gt;As they remember that, this season, down there&lt;br /&gt;Is the Heaven’s  forgotten bit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit by the fire-place&lt;br /&gt;The epochs of my childhood reel down&lt;br /&gt;With a tremendous pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can recall those juvenile days,&lt;br /&gt;When I used to live by the country-side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foggy mornings were chilly&lt;br /&gt;And the water in the ponds cold&lt;br /&gt;But it bloomed as it always did,&lt;br /&gt;The gracious white water-lily !!&lt;br /&gt;Whose beauty, even the celestial gods would behold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat and the dog warmed themselves sitting by the fire-place&lt;br /&gt;And there were absolutely no angry growls, no barks and no scratches!&lt;br /&gt;Instead the dog put on a welcome look&lt;br /&gt;And the cat gently purred&lt;br /&gt;And they shared the same sleeping place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the natural enemies become bosom buddies,&lt;br /&gt;We know,&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis the season of gaiety,&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis the season of non-enmity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I wake up to reality,&lt;br /&gt;I see everywhere, enmity, enmity, enmity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sworn enemies can forget their hostility,&lt;br /&gt;Pray tell me why can’t we??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, let’s join our hands together&lt;br /&gt;With this heavenly season as a motivator&lt;br /&gt;And make this earth a better place to live in;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from malice, free from selfishness,&lt;br /&gt;free from cruelty and free from sin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz  ‘tis the season of gaiety,&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis the season of non-enmity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;© RGP Creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONE-HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wintry night&lt;br /&gt;I climbed atop the hill&lt;br /&gt;To view the beautiful sight&lt;br /&gt;Of my village seated at the foot of the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiant lights from the myriad dwellings&lt;br /&gt;Equaled the brilliance of a million stars&lt;br /&gt;That lit up the sky that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imaginations rose high up&lt;br /&gt;And in reverence my heart  slowed down&lt;br /&gt;Its pace by a beat.&lt;br /&gt;But the next moment, it sank down a bit,&lt;br /&gt;For I realized how alone I was ;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only someone lit up my life&lt;br /&gt;Like the glittering stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who’d say “…you are my life!”&lt;br /&gt;Would this ever happen?? Sigh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always linger by the side of the road,&lt;br /&gt;Called ‘Life’, for someone to come by and say ‘Hi….!’&lt;br /&gt;‘…Can I help you lessen down your load?’&lt;br /&gt;But no one comes, no one came!&lt;br /&gt;Life still is just the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes find myself eagerly looking forward for the day&lt;br /&gt;When I’ll bade life a ‘Goodbye’!&lt;br /&gt;Then I’d be up there in Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Playing a harp and a halo gracing my head,&lt;br /&gt;While I relish a ride; cloud-driven!!&lt;br /&gt;Alas! All this could happen only if I drop dead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m quite aware that these are mere fantasies,&lt;br /&gt;Just like those fragile and delightful daisies,&lt;br /&gt;For when its day arrives,&lt;br /&gt;It turns pale, and falls lifeless to the ground…!!&lt;br /&gt;Its former beauty forever ceases to thrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one comes, no one came …..!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Life still is just the same!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;© RGP Creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ode to a Friend&lt;br /&gt;                                            [For SINI Menon**]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of this wicked world&lt;br /&gt;And unknown of my destination,&lt;br /&gt;When I first knocked on your friendship’s door;&lt;br /&gt;I knew not what I had for me in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you threw open the door,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes – which until then had only seen cruelty and atrocity –&lt;br /&gt;Saw inside a paradise of happiness and joy,&lt;br /&gt;That seemed to stretch itself beyond the points of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the anchor that held me in my sorrow’s sea.&lt;br /&gt;You were always there to offer your shoulder for me to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I realized, very, very late&lt;br /&gt;That you are the inviting colorful horizon;&lt;br /&gt;The more I tried to come closer to it,&lt;br /&gt;The more farther it seemed to move away from me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to my fears, now you ask me to forget you…….&lt;br /&gt;But pray tell me , how can I ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;© RGP Creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** This is, or rather, was the name of my dearest (pen)friend&lt;br /&gt;   who in a brief period of time had taught me all the&lt;br /&gt;   important nitty-gritties of life. Our friendship lasted a good&lt;br /&gt;   period of over 2 years, after which she just got away. She was&lt;br /&gt;   dignified in that she notified me of her inability to&lt;br /&gt;   continue the correspondence anymore. All I can say is that I have&lt;br /&gt;   learnt a LOT about this life from her. And that I can never forget her&lt;br /&gt;   advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11-June-1997 : Friday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANACEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come let’s go and find a fortune,&lt;br /&gt;It lies behind the range of those green hills.&lt;br /&gt;Come let’s go and find a fortune,&lt;br /&gt;For then we could lead a merry-full life, filled with all the frills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come let’s go and find a fortune,&lt;br /&gt;Only then the society will reserve a seat of honor for you.&lt;br /&gt;Come let’s go and find a fortune,&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise the same people will never even think&lt;br /&gt;twice before they dump you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come let’s go and find a fortune,&lt;br /&gt;For it’s an indispensable asset of one’s life;&lt;br /&gt;Come let’s go and find a fortune,&lt;br /&gt;And only then we can lead a life without constant strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come let’s go and find a fortune,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the only available remedy for the man’s pain;&lt;br /&gt;Come let’s go and find a fortune,&lt;br /&gt;For then, I bet, life will never be the same again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come let’s go and find a fortune,&lt;br /&gt;It is said to be buried where the magnificent rainbow ends;&lt;br /&gt;Come let’s go and find a fortune,&lt;br /&gt;For on it, a man’s life very much depends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;© RGP Creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1996]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dying Flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he the son of my love;&lt;br /&gt;Or is he the sin of my love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, ye Gods!&lt;br /&gt;Who’s he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say anything?&lt;br /&gt;For you are too busy;&lt;br /&gt;Writing the destinies of us mortals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can swear that he’s mine!&lt;br /&gt;My own flower, cultivated from the garden&lt;br /&gt;Of meticulous care, patience and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those laborious long months of nine,&lt;br /&gt;Saw me go through a lot of pain;&lt;br /&gt;But I overcame the hurdle with perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now when the flower has finally blossomed,&lt;br /&gt;You are all set to destroy it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer me God!&lt;br /&gt;How could you it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What harm has this little child brought upon you?&lt;br /&gt;The child, who didn’t even open his lotus like eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To acquire the knowledge of conscience!&lt;br /&gt;The child, innocent enough to be unaware of virtue and vice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YOU”, whom people think have a ocean like heart,&lt;br /&gt;Would you let the child fade away just like that?&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you at least let him feel the warmth of maternity ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would you rather let him be perpetuated&lt;br /&gt;By the long arms of eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar&lt;br /&gt;© RGP Creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-1032742760729518420?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Turtles have no teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Prehistoric turtles may have weighed as much as 5,000 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Only one out of a thousand baby sea turtles survives after hatching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sea turtles absorb a lot of salt from the sea water in which they live. They excrete excess salt from their eyes, so it often looks as though they're crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Helium is a colorless, odorless, tasteless inert gas at room temperature and makes up about 0.0005% of the air we breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Helium Balloon Gas makes balloons float. Helium is lighter than air and just as the heaviest things will tend to fall to the bottom, the lightest things will rise to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Helium Balloon Gas makes balloons float. Helium is lighter than air and just as the heaviest things will tend to fall to the bottom, the lightest things will rise to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Camels can spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. An ostrich can run 43 miles per hour (70 kilometers per hour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pigs are the fourth most intelligent animal in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Dinosaurs didn't eat grass? There was no grass in the days of the dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Dolphins can swim 37 miles per hour (60 kilometers per hour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A crocodile's tongue is attached to the roof of its mouth? It cannot move. It cannot chew but its Digestive juices are so strong that it can digest a steel nail, Glass pieces, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Sharks are immune to disease i.e they do not suffer from any Disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Animals are either right- or left-handed? Polar bears are always left-handed, and so is Kermit the Frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Paris, France has more dogs than people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. New Zealand is home to 70 million sheep and only 40 million people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Male polar bears weigh 1400 pounds and females only weight 550 pounds, on average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Bison are excellent swimmers? Their head, hump and tail never go below the surface of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. There are 6 to 14 frogs species in the world that have no tongues. One of these is the African dwarf frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A frog named Santjie, who was in a frog derby in South Africa jumped 33 feet 5.5 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The longest life span of a frog was 40 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The eyes of a frog flatten down when it swallows its prey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The name `India' is derived from the River Indus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The Persian invaders converted it into Hindu. The name `Hindustan' combines Sindhu and Hindu and thus refers to the land of the Hindus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Chess was invented in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The' place value system' and the 'decimal system' were developed in 100 BC in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The game of snakes &amp; ladders was created by the 13th century poet saint Gyandev. It was originally called 'Mokshapat.' The ladders in the game represented virtues and the snakes indicated vices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. India has the most post offices in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. 'Navigation' is derived from the Sanskrit word NAVGATIH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. The word navy is also derived from the Sanskrit word 'Nou'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Until 1896, India was the only source for diamonds to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The' place value system' and the 'decimal system' were developed in 100 BC in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. A snail can sleep for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. The names of the continents all end with the same letter with which they start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Twenty-Four-Karat Gold is not pure gold since there is a small amount of copper in it. Absolutely pure gold is so soft that it can be molded with the hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Electricity doesn't move through a wire but through a field around the wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. The first bicycle that was made in 1817 by Baron von Drais didn't have any pedals? People walked it along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. The first steam powered train was invented by Robert Stephenson. It was called the Rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. A cheetah does not roar like a lion - it purrs like a cat (meow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. The original name for the butterfly was 'flutterby'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Ants don't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Dolphins usually live up to about twenty years, but have been known to live for about forty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Dolphins sleep in a semi-alert state by resting one side of their brain at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. A dolphin can hold its breath for 5 to 8 minutes at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Bats can detect warmth of an animal from about 16 cm away using its "nose-leaf".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Bats can also find food up to 18 ft. away and get information about the type of insect using their sense of echolocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. The eyes of the chameleon can move independently &amp; can see in two different directions at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Cockroach: Can detect movement as small as 2,000 times the diameter of a hydrogen atom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Dragonfly: Eye contains 30,000 lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Pig's Tongue contains 15,000 taste buds. For comparison, the human tongue has 9,000 taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. The number system was invented by India. Aryabhatta was the scientist who invented the digit zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Earth weighs 5,972,000,000,000,000,000,000 tons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. A duck's quack doesn't echo anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Man is the only animal who'll eat with an enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. The average woman uses about her height in lipstick every five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. The first Christmas was celebrated on December 25, AD 336 in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. A Cockroach will live nine days without its head, before it starves to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. A chimpanzee can learn to recognize itself in a mirror, but monkeys can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. A rat can last longer without water than a camel can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. About 10% of the world's population is left-handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Dolphins sleep with one eye open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Snakes have no external ears. Therefore, they do not hear the music of a "snake charmer". Instead, they are probably responding to the movements of the snake charmer and the flute. However, sound waves may travel through bones in their heads to the middle ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Many spiders have eight eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. The tongue of snakes has no taste buds. Instead, the tongue is used to bring smells and tastes into the mouth. Smells and tastes are then detected in two pits, called "Jacobson's organs", on the roof of their mouths. Receptors in the pits then transmit smell and taste information to the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Birds don't sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. The highest kangaroo leap recorded is 10 ft and the longest is 42 ft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Flamingo tongues were eaten common at Roman feasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. The smallest bird in the world is the Hummingbird. It weighs 1oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. The bird that can fly the fastest is called a White it can fly up to 95 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. The oldest living thing on earth is 12,000 years old. It is the flowering shrubs called creosote bushes in the Mojave Desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Tea is said to have been discovered in 2737 BC by a Chinese emperor when some tea leaves accidentally blew into a pot of boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. A person can live without food for about a month, but only about a week without water.If the amount of water in your body is reduced by just 1%, you'll feel thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;If it's reduced by 10%, you'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Along with its length neck, the giraffe has a very long tongue -- more than a foot and a half long. A giraffe can clean its ears with its 21-inch tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Ostriches can kick with tremendous force, but only forward. Don't Mess with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. An elephant can smell water three miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. If you were to remove your skin, it would weigh as much as 5 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. A hippopotamus can run faster than a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. India never invaded any country in her last 10000 years of history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. The world's known tallest man is Robert Pershing Wadlow. The giraffe is 5.49m (18 ft.), the man is 2.55m (8ft. 11.1 in.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. The world's tallest woman is Sandy Allen. She is 2.35m (7 ft. 7 in.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. The only 2 animals that can see behind it without turning its head are the rabbit and the parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. The blue whale is the largest animal on earth. The heart of a blue whale is as big as a car, and its tongue is as long as an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. The largest bird egg in the world today is that of the ostrich. Ostrich eggs are from 6 to 8 inches long. Because of their size and the thickness of their shells, they take 40 minutes to hard-boil. The average adult male ostrich, the world's largest living bird, weighs up to 345 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Every dolphin has its own signature whistle to distinguish it from other dolphins, much like a human fingerprint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. The world's largest mammal, the blue whale, weighs 50 tons i.e. 50000 Kg at birth. Fully grown, it weighs as much as 150 tons i.e. 150000 Kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. 90 % of all the ice in the world in on Antarctica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Antarctica is DRIEST continent. Antarctica is a desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Antarctica is COLDEST continent, averaging minus 76 degrees in the winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Mercury is the closest planet to the sun and it doesn't have a moon. Its atmosphere is so thin that during the day the temperature reaches 750 degrees, but at night it gets down to -300 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Jupiter is the largest planet. If Jupiter were hollow, you could fit 1000 earths inside! It is made up of gas and is not solid. The most famous feature on Jupiter is its Red Spot, which is actually an enormous hurricane that has been raging on Jupiter for hundreds of years! Sixteen moons orbit Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Saturn is a very windy place! Winds can reach up to 1,100 miles per hour. Saturn is also made of gas. If you could find an ocean large enough, it would float. This planet is famous for its beautiful rings, and has at least 18 moons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Uranus is the third largest planet, and is also made of gas. It's tilted on its side and spins north-south rather than east-west. Uranus has 15 moons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Neptune takes 165 Earth years to get around the sun. It appears blue because it is made of methane gas. Neptune also has a big Spot like Jupiter. Winds on Neptune get up to 1,200 mile per hour! Neptune has 8 moons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Pluto is the farthest planet from the sun... usually. It has such an unusual orbit that it is occasionally closer to the sun than Neptune. Pluto is made of rock and ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Just about everyone listens to the radio! 99% of homes in the United States have a least one radio. Most families have several radios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Sound is sent from the radio station through the air to your radio by means of electromagnetic waves. News, music, Bible teaching, baseball games, plays, advertisements- these sounds are all converted into electromagnetic waves (radio waves) before they reach your radio and your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. At the radio station, the announcer speaks into a microphone. The microphone changes the sound of his voice into an electrical signal. This signal is weak and can't travel very far, so it's sent to a transmitter. The transmitter mixes the signal with some strong radio signals called carrier waves. These waves are then sent out through a special antenna at the speed of light! They reach the antenna of your radio. Your antenna "catches" the signal, and the radio's amplifier strengthens the signal and sends it to the speakers. The speakers vibrate, and your ears pick up the vibrations and your brain translates them into the voice of the radio announcer back at the station. When you consider all the places the announcer's voice travels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Every radio station has its own frequency. When you turn the tuning knob on your radio, you are choosing which frequency you want your antenna to "catch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. Mountain lions are known by more than 100 names, including panther, catamount, cougar, painter and puma. It's scientific name is Felis concolor, which means "cat of one color." At one time, mountain lions were very common!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. The large cats of the world are divided into two groups- those that roar, like tigers and African lions, and those that purr. Mountain lions purr, hiss, scream, and snarl, but they cannot roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. They can jump a distance of 30 feet, and jump as high as 15 feet. It would take quite a fence to keep a mountain lion out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Their favorite food is deer, but they'll eat other critters as well. They hunt alone, not in packs like wolves. They sneak up on their prey just like a house cat sneaks up on a bird or toy- one slow step at a time. A lion can eat ten pounds of meat at one time! That's equivalent to 40 quarter-pounder hamburgers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Queen ants can live to be 30 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. Dragonflies can flap their wings 28 times per second and they can fly up to 60 miles per hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. As fast as dragonflies can flap their wings, bees are even faster... they can flap their wings 435 times per second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. You can't kill yourself by holding your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. Your heart beats over 100,000 times a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Right handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. The elephant is the only mammal that can't jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. Fingernails grow nearly 4 times faster than toenails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Women blink nearly twice as much as men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. Honey is the only food that does not spoil. Honey found in the tombs of Egyptian pharaohs has been tasted by archaeologists and found edible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Coca-Cola would be green if coloring weren't added to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. More people are allergic to cow's milk than any other food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. Camels have three eyelids to protect themselves from blowing sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. Earth is the only planet not named after a god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. It's against the law to burp, or sneeze in a church in Nebraska, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. Some worms will eat themselves if they can't find any food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. It is impossible to sneeze with your eyes open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Queen Elizabeth I regarded herself as a paragon of cleanliness. She declared that she bathed once every three months, whether she needed it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. Slugs have 4 noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Owls are the only birds who can see the colour blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. Your tongue is the only muscle in your body that is attached at only one end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. More than 1,000 different languages are spoken on the continent of Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. There was once an undersea post office in the Bahamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. Abraham Lincoln's mother died when she drank the milk of a cow that grazed on poisonous snakeroot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. After the death of Albert Einstein his brain was removed by a pathologist and put in a jar for future study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. Penguins are not found in the North Pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. A dentist invented the Electric Chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. A whip makes a cracking sound because its tip moves faster than the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Alexander Graham Bell's wife and mother were both deaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. Cockroaches break wind every 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Fish scales are an ingredient in most lipsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. Canada" is an Indian word meaning "Big Village".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141. 259200 people die every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. 11% of the world is left-handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. 1.7 litres of saliva is produced each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. The worlds oldest piece of chewing gum is 9000 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. The largest beetle in the Americas is the Hercules beetle, which can be 4 to 6 inches in length. That's bigger than your hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. A full-grown male mountain lion may be 9 feet long, including his tail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. There are two kinds of radio stations: AM and FM. That's why there are two dials on your radio. AM is used mostly for stations that specialize in talking, such as Christian stations that have Bible stories and sermons; sports stations that broadcast live baseball and football games; and stations that specialize in news programs and "talk shows," where listeners call the station and discuss various topics. FM is used mostly for stations that specialize in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. The average lead pencil can draw a line that is almost 35 miles long or you can write almost 50,000 words in English with just one pencil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. The Wright Brothers invented one of the first airplanes. It was called the Kitty Hawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. The worst industrial disaster in India, occurred in 1984 in Bhopal the capital of Madhya Pradesh. A deadly chemical, methly isocyanate leaked out of the Union Carbide factory killing more than 2500 and leaving thousands sick. In fact the effects of this gas tragedy is being felt even today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151. Mars is nicknamed the "Red Planet," because it looks reddish in the night sky. Mars has 2 moons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;152. Venus is nicknamed the "Jewel of the Sky." Because of the greenhouse effect, it is hotter than Mercury, even though it's not as close to the sun. Venus does not have a moon but it does have clouds of sulfuric acid! If you're gonna visit Venus, pack your gas mask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153. Tens of thousands of participants come from all over the world, fight in a harmless battle where more than one hundred metric tons of over-ripe tomatoes are thrown in the streets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-9015341831462644817?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Indians sometimes are considered to be serious minded people at the work-place. But after reading the examples i have come to a conclusion that despite their best efforts they still produce some gems. Read the following for a quick laugh!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Infosys, Bangalore: An employee applied for leave as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Since I have to go to my village to sell my land along with my wife,please sanction me one-week leave."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This is from an employee of Oracle Bangalore, who was performing the "mundan" ceremony of his 10 year old son:&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"as I want to shave my son's head, please leave me for two days.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Another gem from CDAC. Leave-letter from an employee who was performing his daughter's wedding:&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"as I am marrying my daughter, please grant a week's leave.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. From H.A.L. Administration dept:&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"As my mother-in-law has expired and I am only one responsible forit, please grant me 10 days leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Another employee applied for half day leave as follows:&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Since I've to go to the cremation ground at 10 o-clocks and I maynot return, please grant me half day casual leave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. An incident of a leave letter&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I am suffering from fever, please declare one day holiday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. A leave letter to the headmaster:&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"As I am studying in this school I am suffering from headache. Irequest you to leave me today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Another leave letter written to the headmaster:&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"As my headache is paining, please grant me leave for the day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Covering note:&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I am enclosed herewith..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Another one:&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Dear Sir: with reference to the above, please refer to my below..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Actual letter written for application of leave:&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"My wife is suffering from sickness and as I am her only husband athome I may be granted leave".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Letter writing: -&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I am in well here and hope you are also in the same well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. A candidate's job application:&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"This has reference to your advertisement calling for a ' Typist and anAccountant - Male or Female'... As I am both (!!)For the past severalyears and I can handle both with good experience, I am applying for thepost. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking You, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16399483-115571284651802336?l=rajs-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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