tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82824044578785873022012-02-02T09:28:12.362+05:30IT'S ONLY THE "FEELINGS" WHICH MATTER IN EVERYONE'S LIFE !!Praney !http://www.blogger.com/profile/16142299540638658215noreply@blogger.comBlogger1511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282404457878587302.post-36076656389388871412010-07-12T15:13:00.000+05:302010-07-12T15:13:51.395+05:30

I stood here every moment to see you glow !

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The magical pair of hands of Vijay Ghate, who accompanied Pandit Jasraj at concert.

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Spellbound! Memorable! Time stopper! What else one can call such a performance? Even at the age of 80, Padmavibhushan Sangeet Martand Pandit Jasraj was in his best moods when he recited different ragas at Tagore Theater in Chandigarh on 14th April. Pandit ji started with ‘Manglam Bhagwan Vishsu’ and enthralled the audience with Mahakali Stuti, Ganga Lahari and Shankra. I don’t think even a

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Just went through the another stinking version of 'Six Suspects". Only difference is that this time name of dirt hole is "The White Tiger" and prize winner is Aravind Adiga.

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I don't know why but I have always loved 'Avenge'. Be it in stories or in real life. Now after years it brings a smile on my face when I think of one such 'Avenge' I took on successfully which was one of my life rocking incidents. Therefore 'Avenge' is sweet and so are its stories. "Avenger' is one such story by Fredrick Forsyth. When an enthusiastic young volunteer American boy is

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My maternal uncle was professional photographer. With his Rolleiflex he used to click at me every now & then when I was kid. He taught me few tips including how to hold a picture in hand. My enthusiasm for photography started at that stage. And then in 1990 my sister in law gave me cute present of Mamiya NC1000s. I spent a lot of time and money on that one. But learning photography on old film

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The Deity was dancing with the beats of drums and tunes of other musical instruments. On the shoulders on his devotees his colourful palanquin was swinging to & fro, up & down and left & right. These palanquins are not very big or with covering, these are open one just like big stools with four horizontal wooden poles to be carried by devotees. But these are beautifully decorated with mostly

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"Actually my odyssey (for mysticism) had begun in Chicago when I was a stock broker. Working on La Salle Street at Bear Sterns made me feel important since I was on my way to becoming financially independent. I worked hard, knowing my future was set. Three years passed, and one day I walked into the office and surveyed the scene. I noted that one colleague was recuperating from his third heart

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After a long wait finally rains are here. Everything around seems new, clean and so full of life. Colours are showing off at their best. The fragrance of wet earth is enlightening. I can imagine what would be the scene in hills. Numerous small and big water falls, gorges and waterways would be flowing in their full swing. White clouds would be hovering and mystifying the whole surroundings. The

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Those thoughts keep coming back every day now and then. Maybe those thoughts have never left me. May be it's deeply rooted in my DNA that keep surfacing with every this n that way.Years back in around 1990 while I was roaming in Sangla valley of Kinnaur in Himachal along few friends, amid the small village of Sangla I came across a two roomed vocational training centre of Vanvasi Kalyan Ashram,

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To help a friend for a project about how great this nation of Bharat was, is and still can be in future, I was searching for some images about India when I fell into a deep, dark and stinking gorge of a blog about India which contained nothing positive but only filth, sorrow, suffering, poverty, crime, backwardness, uncertainty, insecurities, evils, fears, hate and venom for India. That person

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It was around a year and four months ago when last time this space was used for 'Tishay'. Since then countless 'huggies' have crossed under his legs. Since then many household items have reached their fate of untimely deaths or have crippled. If Tishay's toys could talk, they must have called him 'Terminator'. Any thing in his hands would be shattered on the floor as if he was a 'F-16, deployed

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I heard and vaguely read a lot about Chetan Bhagat some time back when he was emerging as a writer on Indian horizon but simultaneously I kept ignoring those tv clips and news articles as I feel that our media always overreact and get horribly obsessed with any such issues where any Indian effort gets even a little foreigner attention. I am not saying proudly that I admire this habit of mine but

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'The Faithful Spy' is the debut novel by Alex Berenson, a correspondent by profession. The plot is beautiful, story is holding and contents are touching. A CIA agent John Wells has penetrated Al-Qaeda network and trying to win trust of Laden and his deputies. In efforts to win trust of higher level of Qaeda, he spend so many years with jihadis in Chechnya, Afghanistan and Pakistan. During these

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If I had another person in the car, he would have heard my heartbeat without any effort. My heartbeat had taken a vertical flight all of sudden. "Was that her?" I asked none other but myself while staring the reflection in the rear view mirror of the car ahead me. Image of the driver in mirror of the car ahead my car was very resembling to her. We were driving in the hills and there was not much

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Unlike every year this day, watching the show of 'Might of India' at Rajpath didn't let me have feel of pride for my country. Instead my heart is thickly covered by clouds of gloom and despair . What are these Bramhos or Agni or Bhishma missiles are worth of ? What is the use of wasting money on all these weaponry ? What can a gun do if the hands handling it are not capable of pressing a trigger

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As pages of city edition of my newspaper are filled with the advertisements for the parties on the eve of New Year celebrations, there are also news of people & institutions who are not celebrating this year cause of Mumbai terror attacks.Attacks, invasions or terrorism are not new for India. Starting 325 BC by Alexander, hundreds of different invaders crossed the borders of India till now. If to

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In the middle of Pakistani Government's shameless efforts to protect it's terrorist citizens, I received this apt and rock-hard fact mail from a friend. Careers in Pakistan:-If we were in Pakistan , our options for professional courses after Std. XII would be as follows : JEE - Jehadic Entrance ExaminationIIT - Islamic Institute of TerrorismIIM - Institute of Infiltration ManagementCAT - Career

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After a long period, a good book was found and read. In a local book fair, among a few of books I purchased was one "Tales Told By Mystics" by 'Padma Shri' Manoj Das. As the title of book speaks itself, book contains around hundred of sweet short stories collected from folklore of India by author. Most of the stories are not from our Vedas or Upanishads but are those which have travelled and

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No, I am not scared, I am not afraid of those terrorists or their unexpected bomb blasts. But yes, I am angry, I am very very furious . Since 26th November midnight I kept glued to my TV, switching to different news channels, watching shamefully that blood boiling act of Jihadis. I saw those young terrorists roaming around in railway station and those who were in police van firing

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"Wishing all a very Happy Deepawali"

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After long long fifteen years, I got second opportunity to be at beautiful Kovallam beach. Though the rainy season had turned the sea rough and grayish, and my two days there were fully engaged in a meeting to keep me bounded from strolling far away at beach or roaming around in Trivendarum streets, I enjoyed this short nostalgic trip.Around fifteen years back, when I was a young school boy, I

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I was not at all in mood of this movie. I have never seen an animated movie in a cinema hall. But as on the almost bugging demand of his kids, Rajeev bought tickets for all of us and directed me to reach theater at six on the last Sunday evening. Till the end I tried to convince him to leave the kids in cinema and all the adults to scroll some other place somewhere but failed.Anyhow, all the

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While reading murder mysteries, every reader knows that at the end of the day the killer would be the only person who’s least suspected, even then some novels keep you thrilled till the secret is officially revealed in last pages.‘Heartstopper’ by Joy Fielding is such a thriller. A serial killer is on the loose in a small town of Torrence Florida with population of less than 5000 and where

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Sometimes for a change I play pool at yahoo games. At games I hardly involve in chatting but many a times other person seems cordial and we start chatting while playing. Yesterday too, I went to yahoo games after a long period, after couple of games I joined a table for a new game with new person. For some moments game went on silently and then the other person started talking and I responded

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( A view of Sunni Town)No doubt there is some connection, whenever I reach in hills, some unknown ecstatic excitement fills deep inside my heart. Nature always attracts me with full force. Exactly after a long spell of fourteen months I got a chance to recharge my spirits in mountains. Though it really was a very small visit, it indeed was a pleasant gift for me.Occasion was of a friend’s

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Earlier days among my other passions, one was Punjabi Jutti (footwear). Whenever I visited my father’s native village in Punjab, buying atleast one pair of this traditional footwear used to be a compulsory ritual. I was really passionate about these hand made beaded shoes.Whenever I could not visit the village, I used to send a drawing of my foot for size as this footwear didn’t carry any size

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Though a bad news of Vande's dad expiring came on very morning of very first day of this Hindu new year, I still wish for a happy and prosperous year। Mostly this event goes away silently without much hip-hop unlikely Christian new year celebrations. A lot about this festival is roaming in my mind right now but as being too tired, may be I would try to write it down in coming posts. Till then may

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Something is missing somewhere? Something is lost. Someone needs to solve that riddle. May be a competent Guru is required! But finding a real Guru is again something most difficult job to perform. What to do, where to go, the question remains unanswered again.

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Once an intellectual visited Akbar’s court and challenged all the ministers of Akbar to reveal his mother land. He was very intelligent, expert in all the cultures and was fluent in all the languages of India. Many of the ministers asked him various questions in different languages and dialects but he very conveniently answered all the queries in respective tones. His personality, appearance, way

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It was only “Mithya” for which I visited cinema hall after a long time. Generally, my instinct easily predicts me about a movie and usually it’s always right. So that way, I was sure of watching this movie and this time in cinema. I have liked Ranvir and Vinay since the early days MTV in India and they both have done well in this movie too ( I wish Vinay had a longer role in this movie). Mithya

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In early 90’s, in my college days, I used to get my shining black Royal Enfield serviced from a particular mechanic on much disciplined schedule. He used to regard me a lot and money for his services was never an issue among us. Many times he would refuse charging me anything, many times he would ask me to keep his fee with me safe only for his emergency time and many times he would ask me (and

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Why do we dream? Why do we desire? Dreaming and desiring for the expensive most cars or a beautiful private beach house on the world's best exotic locations is understandable and also achievable today or tomorrow but desiring for moon or stars? Is it sheer stupidity to dream for stars? (Here mentioning moon & stars I meant by almost impossible targets) Is this is immature and childish act? Do

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Really adorable song !

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Long time back a friend said to me, “Every human heart is an ocean, you never know what’s hidden in the deepest depth down there.”Sankar in Chowringhee have written about some of such oceans who came across his life while he was working as a receptionist in one of the then most luxurious Hotel Shahjahan in the area of Chowringhee in Calcutta. Originally written and published in Bangla in 1962, I

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Hurdles, hurdles and more hurdles. Nothing seems to be working in my favour past many months. Every this and that, which I had expected to be gone through smoothly for me, have been flown into ashes in front of my eyes. Problems and failures are like chasing and then embracing me with full force.If I have to glance through positive lenses, there are few achievements too but I know there were some

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It was used to be my laptop keyboard, which was 'test driven' by Mr. Tishay last night. "Look what he has doneThis is Tishay's latest funMobile, toys, remote or brushHe would pull throw and crush"- Father Praney :)

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He was lying on the woolen carpet in his tiny bedroom with his head in her lap while she was sitting on the carpet with her back against the wall. Bright and warm sun rays were flooding the room from large window pan and turning the chilled air of January of the snow covered mountains into a cozy atmosphere.It was their one of the very eagerly awaited weekly meeting day and both of them were

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This was my first Paulo Coelho book, “Like The Flowing River”. Frankly speaking, I never heard his name before getting that book.Now when I see Paulo’s name mentioned here and there with so importance, it gives me impression of ‘little fabricated marketing hype’. Anyway, back to “Like The Flowing River”, it is a collection of many short stories and thoughts of Brazilian born writer. Two best

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Around mid December last year, while I was searching the net for the poems of Sumitranandan Pant when I found myself on the pages of Manish’s blog. It was the first time when I read a blog. I think I spent a long time on his blog and some others chained with his pages. I found many thoughts of his similar to mine and I sent a mail to Manish congratulating him for his pages and he in return

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He was a nationalist, had given almost all of his life for the upliftment of this country. A part time writer, who had written around half a dozen books mostly containing issues belonging to our nation. An intellectual who could speak, read and write at least five languages. But even then very far from name and fame.In 1995, he was on Himachal tour for a week and I had to perform as his driver. I

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Sometimes Time just flies away. Like no one of us realise till today when & how Tishay grew to one year. Today on 28Th, he has completed his one year on this planet. He is real naughty and intelligent. Whenever he is awake he keeps everyone busy and engaged in himself. What else to say, my poem says all of it. My dearest Tishay, may you live long and live large.

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Enough is enough ! I am very tired now. I need a break. Past couple of months it was (it still is) such hectic and exhausting period over business front that I think I desperately needs to sit down for a while and recollect my breath.It was six months back when I had two days holidays in May at Renukaji, but these holidays were not the like I always wanted my holidays to be. The real one was now

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Wishing everyone a very joyful, prosperous and fortunate Deepawali.

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Rereading Irving Wallace’s “The Second Lady” after so many years, brought me a funny thought this time. One of the best thrillers of Irving’s, The Second Lady is about a plot webbed by Russian spy agency KGB to replace a Russian theater artist Vera Vavilova with USA president Andrew Bradford’s smart and beautiful wife Billie Bradford. Vera being a look alike of Billie went under some surgical

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While shuffling my small personal library at home, a very old thick book caught my eye. ‘Russi Lok Kathayen’ (Russian Folk Tales), I think I received this book as prize from my school around 22 years back in 1985 when I was in 6th standard. Since then I must have read this book not less than 100 times. I never get tired of books, movies or music I like, and can read, watch or listen over and over

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Received a mail this morning from a friend:DOG OF ALL THINGS Murali A RaghavanWhen my friend Ranjit wanted to strengthen the security at his Lokhandwala residence, the choice before him was to either install a Zicom security system or get a dog. Ranjit pitched his bets on the latter because a dog not only raised alarm but also mounted an attack on the aggressor and woke up the entire

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Why he looks so familiar ?

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This is for the Shoaib Malik, Captain Pakistan cricket team who cause of his Jehadi mentality begged for the apologies from the entire Muslims of world at loosing Twenty 20 world cup to India. I don’t know who gave him this right.But I wanna strongly restrict him here that he may fell to his knees or paint his face black while sitting on a donkey in front of all the Muslims for apology but he

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Something has went wrong here at Blogger, I cannot load my page from my laptop since so many days. Though I can publish a post or edit but I am unable to view my page. Many of my friends can view my page with ease but may be not all. The best part is there is no one in the 'Blogger Help Desk' to help :( Dunno when this gonna solve.

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I was simply astonished. For me heaven is here at places like that only. Watching ‘Morning Raga’ in between much tensed one day cricket match between Indian & England yesterday gave me opportunity to inhale the glorious colors of Andhra Pradesh villages.Though story was interesting either but I could not watch the entire movie and otherwise also I don’t wanna talk about the story here right now

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Oh God, not again please, I can’t bear such news anymore.After Sanju Baba now it’s Sallu Dada, news channel are crazy for. At a time when people at Hyderabad were wandering for the a piece of mutilated bodies of their relatives shattered in bomb blasts, all the channel (except NDTV) were busy showing Katrina visiting Salman Khan. And I know that this shameless show off of non attachment to larger

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‘Never judge a book by its cover’, very rightly they say. But even then covers do effect your opinions (at least they do mine).A beautiful, sharp and colorful picture of a Kathakali dancer at the cover forced me to pick the book and I went through its prologue and back cover briefings. I have always loved Indian art and wanted to know more and more about it. Though a hint of a side by story, the

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Today is the day of joy and sorrow. Sorrow cause, we not only got independence from the British Raj but also lost a major part of our country in the partition.Not only this, but once upon a time Bharatvarsh used to be a country with Ghandhar (now Kandhar), Dard & Kamboj (now part of Afghanistan), Bhu Utthan (now Bhutan), Trivishtap (now Tibet), Nepal, Brahamdesh (now Myanmar), Bengal (now

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Found this masterpeice of music full of true feelings. Jugalbandi of Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma at santoor and Pandit Hariprasad Churasia at flute, a rare video which is not at all avaiable at our TV. Could not help sharing it here. Enjoy!

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Great Talat Mahmood is his usual mood and rhythm. Though sad but sweet. Listen and enjoy. (Scroll down and pause 'Enjoy What I Play for you" )

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Monday morning, start of the business hours, you driving to your office through rush hours busy road and lost in thoughts of the things-to-do-today, hmmmm.................. to meet tax adviser, to pay installment of home loan, mail to him, him, her and him, documents to submit in bank, to plan tomorrow’s tour with company guy visiting from other city, problems of sales staff, to make calls to so

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I found this new model of three wheeler from Honda on the road today pressed in 'civic' duties :)

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What is more important ? Writing a good book or hiring good marketers for a book ? I think the second one is the concept followed and adopted solely these days. I am surprised, the way all the media is over flooding with the pictures, articles and photos from Harry Potter book, are like a bash we are being forced to join. The newspaper I buy (not read) gave space to Harry's hangama above paper's

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A new business venture thus related tours, broken down old dear pal (my laptop), not at all friendly with my fingers keyboard of office desktop (but even this post is written at same keyboard) and above all an unknown (or lets say I don't wanna spell here) cause kept me away from blogging. If not laptop then it got to be books (as she always complains and why to prove her wrong). So it was Tess

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The pain I described in my boastful post just few days back did not let me ease off for so many following days. Though I kept myself pushing along, the morning sessions remained painfully disastrous keeping me too low to my stamina and later forced to visit a doctor.The doctor didn't take more than five minutes on me and prescribed a muscle relaxing tablet advising twice a day for a week and for

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As I was looking for some book at the library, the title ‘Detective’ caught my sight. Just to scan the story a bit I started reading the first chapter and it was only “Excuse me” voice from my back for the way which made me realize that I almost had read 12 pages of the book already. Needless to mention I got it issued.‘Detective’ by Arthur Hailey is a thrilling story of mysteries of gruesome

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Today for Dad, who left us on the evening of this day two years back. He did not even wait for 15 minutes so I could reach and see him before he breathes his last. Can not say who was in hurry, He or God !

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Lo ji ! Another attempt is made. After Juneli posted Ghazals day after day, how can I stay behind, after all she is my poetry guru and I am following her foot steps :) This purple flower attracted me at a petrol pump while refuelling my car and I captured this little one in my cell cam.

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What else could I have asked for? It went only as I wanted. Only few days back I was thinking of the days we used to play in the rain. Years have passed and I don’t remember the nearest day we played in the rain. It is not that that since years I was not present at the grounds while rain came, I do many times but awfully most of the time either I was acting as referee or we can say an officer who

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Almost daily work out in early morning is my routine since my childhood. This workout includes jogging, sprint, yog and of course my favourite one, playing the games. My day won't sound a day if I am not drenched in my sweat any morning. I remember in my school days when we used to play like maniacs in the summer evenings and when we sat after the game for a breath, we actually could see the

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After a long domestic parliament debate, finally it was decided to visit Renukaji Lake for last weekend. Nearly 100 km from Chandigarh, Renukaji Lake is the largest natural lake of Himachal Pradesh. Fed by various underground springs in the Shivalik hill of Sirmour, Renukaji lake is shaped in a profile of a reclining woman considering a personification of goddess Renukaji, wife of sage Jamadagini

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In the words of Thomas Jefferson, third president of USA in the 'Declaration of Independence', "We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed, by their creator, with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness", the last words amused Chris Gardner very strongly. Why did he mention 'Pursuit of

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Whew !I never meant that ! I never realised this would divert like that. I am being 'misunderstood'. But even if I am taken wrongly by my all dearest friends, I accept that it is solely my mistake. I could not choose right words for my expressions.As I wrote in Yeh Jeevan, I feel, feeling low is an obvious human nature. Sometimes all of us want to be alone and in Do-not-disturb mode. And we all

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This happens very commonly to me. I don't know the same thing occurs to others or not. But I am very familiar to these feelings. These feelings are 'Low Spirits'. It may happen to me at any time in the day or night. Some times I woke up with very heavy heart, sometimes my happiness sunk with the sun in the evenings. Everything appears like useless and worthless. I don't wanna talk to anybody or

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This is what she told me last night when she came to my dream.

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The reason for not writing this post so long…………………First time in the ten years of using computers, last Monday the hard disk of my three years old dear laptop crashed down. Apart from my valuable data of accounts, mails, contacts, documents, files, precious photographs and my effortful collections of around 10GB music data was vanished without any traces of smoke. And there was not at all back up

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Thanks Ram for this beautiful pic !

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In continuity with 'Just Another Feelings".

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These days Tishay concentrating on daily 'Riyaz' of classical raags. Whenever possible he would start alaap in 'pancham saver'. Today he was caught in action while performing in the arms of his daddi. Enjoy free of cost before he start demanding money for his performances. होनहार बिरवान के ................. ! (Put speakers on and pause the "Enjoy what I play for you" for better results :)

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The car was running down the hill at the zigzag road. It was bright summer late morning and sky was as clear as the silent blue ocean. Ridding the car were three friends, happily chatting and laughing, though none of them were married but they were discussing a ‘not at all related’ topic of ‘how to bring up kids’.As usual Sambhav was driving borrowed sky blue colored Fiat of his father, which was

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Remember me? Tishay here ! What is this, you are not ready yet? Don't you remember it's 28th today and my birthday? Hurry up, all have to come. Same time, same venue and same rules. See you all there. :)

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पर्वत पार क्यों जाना प्रियेप्रेम -सुधा जब यहीं पे हो बरसेबैठ मेरे पास तुम प्रिये रूपसी तेरे संग को तरसे नीर सरिता जब आंखो से बहे अभिसार सरिता को भूल जाओगे पी जाओ मेरे अश्कों को प्रिये 'रूपसी तेरे अनुराग को तरसे छोड़ दी है सारी शरमो हया तोड़ दी सब बन्धन दीवार बाँध ले मुझे अपने आलिंगन में प्रिये 'रूपसी तेरे प्रेम -पाश को तरसे रोम रोम में मेरे जब खिल रही है प्रेम -कलीखो जाओ सुगंध में प्रिये 'रूपसी

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What else to say ?

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This is not my fault. I never thought of keep posting almost same expressions for four times in a row. Though Manish, Deepak and most of all, Nony made me fly high, it was only Juneli who helped me landing back safely on the ground of reality and I decided to stay off this job as I already was for years. But I think, I should blame this Rupsee for not letting me put down the pen or keep my

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Since last few days being so busy about the dreadful 'busi ness' of business, nothing much came in mind to think about and to post, but these same feelings are hovering over consistently. I don't know what the reason is, but 'fabricating' words started to seem such an easy task. May be expressing your real deepest thought is the most easy thing to perform?? May be !

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Just another dream !

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In so many years, it was only today when I decided to try my hand for poetry. Surrounded by so many professional poets, this is indeed a daring attempt. But I dare and now let's see how loud they laugh.

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Though I celebrated new year on 19th March, some part of India (and Juneli) celebrating new year today. So I am just pouring in my wishes. Among the joy, freedom and prosperity of Baisakhi, let's not forget formation of Khalsa panth and massacre of Jallianwala Bagh on this marry making day. Have Fun !!

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