tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57036813187719146082024-03-23T17:05:06.057+05:30Sweet but not beautifulIts my blog, and i am free to write down my heart.Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-35264472821021383032013-12-25T07:59:00.003+05:302013-12-25T08:02:14.684+05:30MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY BONU.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Merry Christmas to all readers.....</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">We are citizens of a secular country, we don't believe in supporting in any one religion, our country celebrates many festivals of different religion, though we are Hindu majority, still we take pride and feel exited about other religious festivals.</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Personally my family likes to celebrate Christmas, like any christian family, reason is my younger sister was born on this auspicious day. </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I remember few things that we religiously followed when we were kids, rather until both of us were unmarried.</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">* As it was her birthday, obviously it has to be associated with new clothes, we went for shopping and ended up buying clothes for both of us.</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">* We ordered nice cake, & chocolate,</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">* As kids until many years we use to decorate a Christmas tree.</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">* This day my mother made sure we had a royal dinner and lunch at home.</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">What else? Like any christian family we too celebrated this day. </span></i></b></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">When she was old enough to understand the importance of her birthday, she use to warn me from fighting or quarreling with her, she once said " don't scold me, i am Jesus Christ", </span></i></b></span><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"Jesus Christ was a male and you are a female" I answered</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"So what ? this time i am born as a female" She quickly replied.</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I still remember one of my fathers friend use to call her Christ.</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The sentence " don't scold me, i am Jesus Christ", might sound funny , but i take it seriously, i know she is not a great avatar to help mankind on earth, but she is definitely my angel, who has helped me take right decisions in every step of my life.Though she is many years younger to me, i still depend on her advise whenever i am confused in life.</span></i></b></span><br />
<b><i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY BONU.</span></i></b><br />
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Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-24635574539975583132013-10-08T20:54:00.004+05:302013-10-08T20:55:07.305+05:30"Childhood Crush"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Its an accepted fact that all human beings are living for three things, food, shelter and clothing, but how can someone ignore the fact that we also long for true love.This basic instinct starts budding up from the time we start learning other worldly things.I would not think twice to agree the fact that i too longed for a true love from the time i stepped in my primary school.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I grew up in a village as a baby, for me nursery education was at home, my grand parents, paternal uncles and unties and my mother were my teachers. Before i learned A, B, C and D or 1,2,3, 4, i learned the Bengali vernmals's. For me the small village, the mighty river Ganga, few ponds in the village and many girls of my age were my world, but my mother had plans to take me to a different world with my father. At the age of five i mooved to a small town in Andhra Pradesh (A.P) and i was told about the school that i had to attend.</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This School was very big compared to the school that i saw in my village, here the students wore uniform, whereas in the village school, it was the students wish, inside my heart i cursed the school for the uniform policy.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was mentally prepared to be strong and not to cry on the first day, more over i had so many reasons to go to school happily. I had every thing new on that day, ranging from new dress to new pencil. i was shocked to see my classmates, who were stronger and taller to me, specially the boys, who wore half pants.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I felt very lonely in the class, i thought i will miss my friends in village for the rest of my life, but i was destined to have more than a village life.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I made myself recognized in various activities at school level, once again it was because my mother wanted me to be good at every thing if not best. Five plus is the age where a child learns things very quickly, so did i. I made good friends in the class, for whom i never wanted to miss my school.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Among all of them i had a special feelings for him. Fair, comparatively taller than other boys in the class, chubbiest with baby pink lips.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">An unknown feeling did make him special from others. I longed to sit beside him, but i hated my height which always made me sit on the first row. I missed his presence during summer vacations, I did enjoyed the vacation by playing in the open fields of the village, listening to the stories that my grand parents told me, but often i missed my school, not because i wanted to study more and become scientist one day, but just to see his ever smiling face.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">with a very heavy heart i had to leave the school, when i passed 6th standard.My father got posted to Assam, a new school, again new friends, new language to learn, a very new culture to appreciate, every thing was very new to me. I heard elders saying, "as a child whatever we ask God, he grans it, as long as it doesn't harm any one", so i too prayed.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Coromandel Superfast express accelarated, departing from Vizag, i stared from the window of the train with eyes full of tears, my parents thought it was my love for the city, but that was partially correct, i was crying becaus i was leaving the city for ever, i would not see or meet him again in my life. In those days, we were not the privileged ones to have social networking sites.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wish i was specific while praying, i prayed to see him again, i prayed to keep in touch with him, i regret for not asking more, because that day God granted all my wishes</span></b></i>. </div>
Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-61742222351000516032012-09-23T12:55:00.001+05:302012-09-23T12:57:56.337+05:30Happy about Afganistan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><b>Long live the current Government of Afghanistan.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><b>For a very very long time the Afganis, were deprived of internet, sports activity, music, dance, for every thing there was no. They just lived on the mercy of the talibans. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><b>I respect the current administration, with its liberal view to bring up the countries lost name. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><b>I remember when i was in 3rd of 4th grade, Doordarshan was the most preferred channel in most of the Indian families, there was a weekly programme that Doordarshan telecasted with the name SURABHI. I never missed any episodes, once they showed something about Afghanistan, and i liked the country for its grape farms, people rode horses, the whole country had mountains, the water of the springs were white like milk, the summer temperature was never more that 30 degrees, etc. etc. But all this was before Taliban took over the administration, when they came in, the country went 100 years back from the rest of the world.I always felt bad about the miserable condition of the people over there, specially the women.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><b>Now i am again happy, for the first time, Afghanistan is in the international Cricket community, though they lost both the matches, but i appreciate their effort to come back and grow up in the ever changing world.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><b>Its not about loosing the match, its about the start that should matter to all the Afganis.</b></i></span></div>
Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-12566758531187608822012-06-13T05:59:00.002+05:302012-06-13T05:59:18.767+05:30Vestigial Emotions.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Before i start writing what i wanted to say, i just wanted to explain something that i have read in Biology.</i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I studied Biology till graduation, our syllabus covered a part of human evolution, where i remember we studied about "Vestigial Organ" (the organ that's present in the human body but, its of no use), these organs were functional in our ancestors, but eventually they became useless because we reduces its use, so they are present in the body but they don't have any function, example "Appendix".</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Well, i explained vestigial organ, because, off late i have found that my emotions have also become vestigial, I feel sad, i feel the pain in my heart, when i loose something or someone, i want to express by love for my family and friend (only one friend), i do care for everybody, i am responsible, i do feel pity. <u>But i can't express</u>.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>My sister who recently got married and currently lives in Kolkata, came to live with us for 15 days, i really had good time with her, we shopped, we exchanged gifts, we had so much to talk, we planned our future tours. we spoke about new jewelry, we spoke about starting a business, etc. etc. I was happy, and i wanted to say her that i missed her while she was away.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Today she went back to her in-laws house, at the station we hugged, mom and she had tears in their eyes, i too wanted to cry, my heart suddenly became heavy and i was afraid to look at her, i was not talking, i felt as if i lost my speech, my head was aching, and i just wanted the train to move off. Though there were so many psychological changes happening in me, i was so normal, my eyes were dry, not even a single drop of tear fell from them. </i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I explained about vestigial, because somehow i feel , my emotions have become vestigial, though they are present, they don't work.</i></span></b><br />
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<br /></div>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-15245557433781943362012-05-08T21:53:00.001+05:302012-05-08T22:01:18.362+05:30She aborted a male child for her daughter.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Satyemev jayete! first episode, huge response.....I am glad that we have social reformers like Amir Khan, who dreams for a better India, a civilized society.</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">female foeticide, really a burning topic....</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">I wish, he met my mother once before telecasting this episode.</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">I was the first child of my mother, when i was 3 years old, i suffered from nephritic syndrome( malfunctioning of the kidneys). Doctors gave only 60% chances of survival, i had to get hospitalized along with me my mother was also staying in the hospital. while i was undergoing treatment, she realized, she was pregnant for the second time, then she had two options, </span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">let me struggle hard for my survival and she take care of herself for the second issue.</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: large;"> or</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Forgetting her pregnancy, putting all her efforts to take care of the baby, with whom she had already spent three years of her life.</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">She was in a dilemma......."what if the second issue was a boy".</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Finally she took her decision, for which she never regrets.....She got the child aborted and found it to be a boy . My grand mother could not forgive my mom for what she did until she was alive, she always reminded mom of the sin she did.</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">we are a nuclear family, and hardly spent time with grand mother, once when she came to live with us for a very long time, she told me what my mother did to bring me back to life.It was my 25th year of existence on earth. I wanted to know what made her abort a male child for me? her response was.......</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">" You were in my life for three years, you were my first child, you were the result of my prayers, i started loving you more than any thing else in the world, i wont deny the fact that i loved you more than your father, the thought of loosing you, was killing me, so i took this decision. I agree, that abortion was a sin, but i don't regret, because i did't see the one who was growing inside me,so my love for him was not existing. I could have brought him to the world, but i had to loose you".</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Today what ever i am is the result of my mothers sacrifice.....i owe her my life.</span></i></b><br />
<br /></div>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-2134823865564917362012-03-16T11:40:00.002+05:302012-03-16T18:21:00.102+05:30Evaluate the value of (R) factor in your profile, Enjoy Face booking.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Why do i have to have a face book profile?</i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i> Like i have heard from many young guys, in their early twenties, its a "status symbol". I have seen people updating status about what they are about to do, what they are doing, whats hapenning in their life, bla bla bla.......as if people are eager to know about their life.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Every day i get at least two friend request, thank god its only one or two now, few years ago, it use to be in bulk, 99% of them were people who were complete strangers to me, not even a mutual friend we shared. I have derived an equation out of my experience as a profile holder on Facebook, it goes like this:</i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>1.Number of friend request (R) is INVERSELY proportional to the profile holders age (A).</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>2. .Number of friend request(R) is DIRECTLY proportional to the profile picture (P). Let me give values to the pictures on facebook, let me number them in 1-4.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">(a). </span><span style="color: #741b47;">E</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">xceptional good looking (1)</span></i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">(b).</span><span style="color: #0c343d;">Good looking(2)</span></i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">(c).</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;">Average looks(3)</span></span></i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">(d).</span><span style="color: #274e13;">N</span><span style="color: #38761d;">ot good looking (4)</span></i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i> (Exceptional in few cases if the profile picture is of some celebrity, we can ignore those)</i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;"> </span><span style="color: #351c75;">R=1/A</span></i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><i> R=P</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i> Finally the equation goes like this: </i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;"> </span><span style="color: #20124d;"> R=P/A</span></i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>The lower value of the variable (p) the more number of friend request one gets. The higher value of (A), the lesser is the value of (R), which means less friend request.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>The first variable i.e (A) in my profile is increasing with every passing year, the variable ((P) is in my control it depends on how much i pamper my self and spent more time in beauty parlors.</i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Readers can suggest me any new variables that can be considered in this equation.Evaluate the value of (R) factor in your profile, Enjoy Face booking.</i></span></b></div>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-36237583547888940472012-02-27T21:58:00.000+05:302012-02-27T21:58:49.340+05:30"National Science day"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>"National Science day", thank God, Raman effect was discovered on the 28th of feburary, and not on the 29th, else, we would have been celebrating this day, after every four years. Schools, colleges and Universities celebrates this day, remembers the great Indian Scientists.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>For me, 28th february reminds me of the day, when i was a Student of Masters of Science at Andhra University, like every University, we too had some seminars and debate at the Ambedkar theater inside the University campus. From our department, it was me and swathi, who attended the gathering on behalf of the students along with us Lavanya (research Scholar), was also there. </i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>The hall was packed up with students, Research Scholars, Professors and Scientists, from various streams of pure and applied Science. Who ever spoke, holding the loud speaker, leaning on the podium, that day, had one thing in common, they all spoke about, India's contribution, in the field of Inventions and Discoveries. It makes us feel proud to know how many great brains were from our country, but then most of the researches are done in United States of America. Indian Scientists become residents of the United states and complete their research there.Many people blame them, but i don't.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Swathi spoke , in front of the gathering, i support her for what she said that day. </i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>"There is nothing wrong in working for a foreign country, at least you get paid for your great contribution for the society and mankind. You know even if you are busy with your research, cut off from the whole world, the stipen will not let your family starve. Go to which ever country pays you, show the world how intelligent Indians are, get the name and fame for every one in your country, including your family, and come back, once you are done living your dreams as a Scientist".</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Great Thought Swathi!</i></span></b><br />
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</div>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-26758665486250873602012-02-21T20:46:00.001+05:302012-02-22T12:24:37.143+05:30Mamta Banerjee should apologies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: white;">"Mother of two children, separated, living alone, goes to bar, boozes", all these are signs of a characterless women, what if a i replace the word : MOTHER" and put the word "FATHER", then he is considered responsible? </i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: white;">I am sorry to comment on Mamta Banerjee's Party, when she came to power every one thought the time has come for change in West Bengal, she did do a lot for the state, no doubt on that, but i am ashamed for what her party men had to say for a women who was raped when a women is the Chief Minister of the State. Being a women she should first support a women and her emotions. </i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: white;">How does it matter if a women chooses a particular life style, just because she is separated, goes to the bar, she is some one who would like to get raped? The talk show on NDTV 24/7 pointed out this issue, if a prostitute denies to have sex, doing so without her consent is rape.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: white;"> State like West Bengal, where women are given liberty, statement like "characterless" that too from the party of a women chief minister? i would say Mamta Banerjee should apologies.</i></span></b></div>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-28453133112903147682012-02-17T20:44:00.000+05:302012-02-17T20:44:20.298+05:30Simhachalam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>When I think of any holy place in India, only thing that i think about is mis management of the temple administration. Being a Hindu i am scared to visit temples, because of the kind of business that they run, i would rather sit at home and pray in front of the various idols that i have in my pooja room. Two years back i have been to PURI with my mother, it was first time for me, and the kind of business that the pandas run, was "no word in dictonary". </i></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><i> Why do girls always have to be in the good books? i have always been in the so called good books of the Indian society, i had limited friends as a school girl, i studied in a women's college, i did Masters which i am proud of, but opted for a subject that was available in my home town, now, i am working,but still my parents keep a tab on, where i am going, how much time i will stay out of home, when i will come back, as parents i know they are worried about me, which is a valid, but i hate when they say "what if some one sees you outside so late in the night"?</i></span></b><br />
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<br />I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">disappointed</span> about the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Nirupama</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Pathak murder case</span>, who was studying mass communication in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">IIMC</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Delhi</span>, the daughter was killed by her mother because she loved a man from a different community.Parents like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">nirupama's</span> are burden on the educated <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">class of</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">India</span>, who dreams of educating the female child, giving her the right to choose her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">careers</span> but cant afford to let her select her life partner.
<br />Its a very obvious situation, when young people in search of good jobs and careers move to different cities, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">meet people</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">colleagues</span> from different sates, community, etc. and they like each others way of thinking and decide to spent the rest of the life together.One common excuse that parents say is that "you are not matured enough to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">select your</span> life partner", bull shit, at the age of 25 if a women/man is able to live alone, take care of finances, talk <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">to clients</span>, bring business to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">India</span>, then how come that they are not capable to select a life partner?
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<br />I am a victim of this kind of social crime, yes i would say it is a crime, when parents come in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">between the</span> choice of their children, when it comes to marriage. There should be a law in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Indian</span> constitution, where such families should <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">be punished</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">severely</span> who <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">don't</span> allow the child to live their dreams. "Right to fall in love with whom ever u like" should be a fundamental right to all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Indian</span> citizen, because love <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">doesn't</span> have boundaries, its above, caste, creed, religion, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">nationality and</span> sex.
<br />I am impressed with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Nirupama's</span> boyfriend who said "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">humne</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">obedient</span> hoke <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">galti</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">ki</span>, agar <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">humne</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">shadee</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">kar</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">li</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">hoti</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">tobaad</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">mein</span> sub <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">theek</span> ho <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">jata"</span>. I am so lucky that my parents have also changed according to the times, they would see for where i am happy, if i am happy in marrying some one who is not from the community, caste, state,be it whatever, they would <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">happily</span> agree, because, they look for my smiling face, let the society go to hell.</em></strong></span>
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It gives me the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">opportunity</span> to dress up, wear traditional/<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ethnic</span> clothes, wear all matching ear rings, bangles etc.etc. Today was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Saraswati</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pooja</span>, as usual the previous night i put <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mehndi</span>, applied the matching shade of nail paint, bought a new set of ear ring and necklace, did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">pooja</span> at home and then went to the place where all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Bengali's</span> collectively does the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">pooja</span>.</em></strong></span> </div><br /><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong><em>I really like social gatherings, but there are few people in such gatherings who spoils the festive mood. There is one Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Karmakaar</span> about the age of around 38-39, i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">don't</span> know why i have to call him <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">dada</span>, just because he calls my parents uncle and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">untie</span>. He is always ready to give me advices in free. He want me to find a guy as soon as possible, so that i get married. He calls me and starts telling me tips to make a guy fall for me, when i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">didn't</span> respond to his call, he calls my sister so that she can teach me what he had to advice me, when my sister ignores him, he goes to my mom and my mom's answer was "she is my daughter and i am aware of what is good and bad for her, you need not worry".</em></strong></span> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong><em>I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">don't</span> understand one thing from where do these kind of people get time to give free advice to others. world is running on one principle, "live and let others live". If i have set up a focus for me there is no one in this world who can can change my mindset, not even my parents, so why do these kind of people bother me? Do they think that they are very good <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">counsellor</span>? If i have grown with my dreams will their few sentences change me? BS. Impossible. I guess this Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Karmakaar</span> was a social reformer in his past life, who thinks more for others instead of his own problems.He has his own family, got a beautiful wife and a cute daughter, think of them not for the girls who are career oriented.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"><strong><em>For me marriage lies at the end of all those dreams that i have, and the reason is...... i want to go completely devoted to my family, as i get devoted in any other dream that i have achieved.</em></strong></span></div></div></div></div></div>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-12323407490678371382010-01-09T08:12:00.000+05:302010-01-09T08:53:38.770+05:30GRATITUDE<strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">There are few people whom i have ever met or know, who were really influential, i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> know how much they influenced others but i learnt some thing from them, i wanted to mention their names here, as a gratitude. Starting with my parents, i learnt from my 27 years of experience that elders are not always right, but still we can always take the good things from them.<br /><br />I learnt from my mother to "forgive", she says " If you are right in what ever you did and the others cheated or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">didn't</span> read your heart or made you cry or fought or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">embarrassed</span> you, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> shout at them in return, wait to see they coming back to you, and then feel the real satisfaction that people realizing your importance".<br /><br />I learnt from my father to be a good "Lover and Brother". In the year 1976 he met my mom in the local train fell in love with her. When unemployment was a major problem in our country, marriage was far beyond his imagination as he was the pillar to support his family of one younger sister and two younger brothers. He managed to get a good job fought with the barrier of rich and poor, and convinced my mom's family for their marriage. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">don't</span> go by romantic novels or love stories which are human imagination, i have it in my blood to go to any extent to stand by my lover.<br /><br />I learnt from my Best friend to be someone, To speak up against any thing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">happening</span> wrong to somebody, to help the needy and to always keep in mind that "I am alone in the world, any problem that i face its only me who can solve it, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">don't</span> expect help from others".<br /><br />From my current manager "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Namtara</span>", i learnt to appreciate on good work done.<br /><br />I learnt from my Mentor in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">GENPACT</span>, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">VIJAY</span>" to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">understand</span> every thing about the work that is assigned, it gives us the ability to handle work related problems logically. Though a piece of work is done by some one else, still we should have and idea of how and why it is done.Its he who made me realised that each employee is an asset to the company, the kind of skills that i have gets business, and a part of that profit is given to me as salary.I thank him for explaining me the concept of LEAN project, which i always keep implementing in my daily work, so that i can do more in less time, it ranges from walking and talking fast to changing the Single operation process (SOP), which saves the Turn around time (TAT).<br />I know i will still meet many more people who will make me learn something from them, i could think of only these people now, and this is a gratitude to all of them for giving me a positive vibe.</span></em></strong>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-71331025771863295212009-12-20T22:15:00.000+05:302009-12-20T22:18:13.702+05:30मेरी अधूरी कल्पना<strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">कल्पना है एक ऐसे देश का,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">जहाँ सभी बोले एक ही भाषा.</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ना हो कोई भेद भाव,जहाँ </span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">प्रजा को मिले सभी सुविधा.</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">हजारों देशों को जोद्रकर बने वह देश, </span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">आदर हो जहाँ सभी प्राचीन सभ्यताओं का.</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">एक भाषा जैसा एक धर्मी देश हो वो,</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">पालन हो जहाँ, धर्म इन्सानियेत का.</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">मेरे कल्पना वाले देश में सभी का आदर होगा,</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">प्रकृति के हर वरदान का सम्मान भी किया जाएगा.</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">आधुनिकता से परे नहीं होगा वो देश,</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">साथ ही प्राचीन ज्ञान का भी अध्यन होगा.</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">यह मेरी कल्पना का एक टुकरा था,जो मुझे पता है कभी सच नहीं होगा.</span></span></em></strong>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-81127133208136118332009-12-15T06:55:00.000+05:302009-12-15T08:26:01.980+05:30LOSS OF BUSINESS ON AP DIVISION.<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>With the recent tension about the division of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Andhra</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pradesh</span>, there has been lot of losses to the business in various sector. A minister goes on hunger strike, with the hope that he will divide AP into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Telengana</span> and AP. As per me, there should be a little change in the constitution, if <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">committing</span> suicide is a crime, then going on hunger strike is also a kind of suicide, so who ever does that should be immediately arrested. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>I am very angry on this issue because the matter of division of AP has caused 400 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">crores</span> rupees loss to the state, the one day international was postponed from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">visakhapatnam</span> to Nagpur, the upcoming IT and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">BPO</span> industry in the district had to shut down because of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">strike</span> called by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Andhra</span> University students on not dividing AP.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>The government of INDIA promised the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">European</span> and the American clients to deliver business at any cost, they will not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">understand</span> what is the situation of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Indian</span> politics. One mob consisting of students from AU forcefully entered <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">HSBC</span> and caused damage to the property of the office, they broke one LCD <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">TV</span>, caused damage to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">furniture's</span>, entering the production floor was not possible without <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">access</span> cards so no damage happened there. I pity on these students who instead of sparing time on studies are involved into political violence which has nothing to help them in their career. they should realise that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">foreign</span> investments is greatly enhancing the economic development of the country. India has got a high respect in the international community as people who are hard working and delivering high performance. These mobs have brought national shame to us.</strong></em></span>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-42920156296818177352009-11-25T05:03:00.000+05:302009-11-25T05:05:35.481+05:30<strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">न चाहते हुए भी आती है, पुराणी बातें याद,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">यादें जो छोर चुकी है एक गहरी दाग.</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">सोचा था नहीं करूंगी याद ऐसी कोई भी बात.</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">जो बिताई थी तुम्हारे साथ. </span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"> देती हूँ सलहा दोसरों को, </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"> की आसान है भुलाना बीती बातों को, </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"> पर क्या पता है यह उनको, </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"> की हम भी कभी-कभी करते हैं याद उन लम्हों को.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">था पूरा यकीन मुझे खुद पर,</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">भुलाने के लिए चाहिए थे कुछ पल,</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">पर कुछ घाव इतने गहरे होते हैं की,</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">छोर जाते हैं गहरी दाग ज़िंदगी भर.</span></span></em></strong><br />9.30 pm,<br />23 nov 09.Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-43928661399180849372009-11-15T15:59:00.000+05:302009-11-15T16:56:59.780+05:30VIZAG IS LIKE CAPE TOWN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRiThvLZmFg_YrUj9aBjFIT-YsLpVSuWr5mpT4ORwY1mVIyPUpHxS6xVCtPWJLwD4dM_eg-eHWnEF0W7Hbrdhsgr9TJEMlX9rDvCI8Y7zZAHnH-nfUXihZ8LLcCFic1a_AOfYJC2SxDRB-/s1600-h/RamkrishnaBeach_8087.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404288580292253058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRiThvLZmFg_YrUj9aBjFIT-YsLpVSuWr5mpT4ORwY1mVIyPUpHxS6xVCtPWJLwD4dM_eg-eHWnEF0W7Hbrdhsgr9TJEMlX9rDvCI8Y7zZAHnH-nfUXihZ8LLcCFic1a_AOfYJC2SxDRB-/s320/RamkrishnaBeach_8087.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">I generally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> like to go to theaters to watch movies, for two reasons, one, i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> like to waste three hours in the dark hall, two, i start crying if there is any emotional scene going on. After a very long time unanimously the team planned to go for a movie, the options were either "2012" or "Tum mile". Most of us were ready for 2012, unfortunately the hall was booked for the next one week and without choice we had to go for "Tum mile".</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">I am not a fan of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Imraan</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hashmi</span>, or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Soha</span> Ali Khan. The movie was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">shooted</span> in CAPE TOWN, i was thinking how much money these film makers spend for just a three hours movie and pay <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Indian</span> currency to other countries, where as i know similar location is present in India and i am proud to live in this city, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Visakhapatnam</span> has got its natural beauty like cape town, Hilly roads beside the sea, Sea coast, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ramanaidu</span> film Studio, on the top of the hill, you name the location and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Vizag</span> has it, so why go to South Africa, when we have every thing in INDIA?</span></em></strong></div>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-67187867427406941092009-11-06T04:42:00.000+05:302009-11-06T04:56:39.768+05:30Main kisi ko acchi lagi<span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">वजह है मेरे ख़ुशी की, </span></em></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;">मिली है आज तारीफ किसी की.</span></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">वैसे तो तारीफ मिली है इससे पहले भी ,</span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">पर बहुमूल्य है ये तारीफ किसी ख़ास इंसान की.</span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">उसने पुछा - मैं अच्छी क्यूँ हूँ?</span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">अब इसका क्या जवाब दूं?</span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">मैं तो बचपन से ही ऐसी हूँ.</span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">मेरे जैसे तो लाखों होंगे, उसे सिर्फ मैं अच्छी दिखी.</span></em></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#6633ff;">मुझे उसकी तारीफ इतनी अच्छी लगी की,मैंने इस पर एक कविता लिख दी.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#6633ff;">कई सालों के बाद ही सही, पर कोई तो है जिसको मैं अच्छी लगी.</span></em></strong></span>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-91095786667994912822009-11-03T14:08:00.000+05:302009-11-03T14:43:22.228+05:30NEGATIVES OF INDIAN RAILWAYS.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdiydNDAd2q884cLxk-OStO3FwtN4H836oAyzwfWPigCf5g_ahnvFBzTRO82R5QzU9bABTNzEw7ITL1Cf43Ch8ux7TC0bUbqxs0gQkaFi1_380smg19PylbDe_flEmHR6z8TsSKg2XkQV4/s1600-h/IndianTrain2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399802101859370322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdiydNDAd2q884cLxk-OStO3FwtN4H836oAyzwfWPigCf5g_ahnvFBzTRO82R5QzU9bABTNzEw7ITL1Cf43Ch8ux7TC0bUbqxs0gQkaFi1_380smg19PylbDe_flEmHR6z8TsSKg2XkQV4/s320/IndianTrain2.jpg" border="0" /></a> View of a overloaded train.<br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>I have been travelling frequently in the last couple of months, the mode of transportation i choose is Indian Railways, i love travelling by train, watching the countryside, its greenery's, small village and its people. Its always,a great journey when you get what you expect for the fare that you paid. In the last few journeys, i have experienced hell while travelling , they sell more tickets than the capacity of the train to carry people, travelling by A.C is no more safe, even waiting list people get into it.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>I went to Puri by Okha Puri Express, every thing was fine, but the complete train was so dirty, no one came to clean the washrooms, that generally should happen in regular intervals, we boarded the same train from Puri, from where it actually starts, even then it was so dirty, when i said this to the T.T, he said "jab kisi aur ko koi problem nahi hai to aap kyun pareshan ho rahe hain? aap jaise logon ke lie to Aeroplanes bane hain". Who would continue the discussion after hearing this from the employee of the Organisation?</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>This durga pooja i went to Kolkata by East Coast, the train was first of all 3 hrs late, when it entered Vizag station there was not even space for the door to open, it was like this was the last journey of my life, people were completely packed up, thank God i always travel with confirmed tickets, but then whats the use, middle of the night i realised there were 2 women sitting near my feet, in a compartment where only 8 people can accommodate, there were 17 passengers.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Travelling by trains have become so troublesome, keeping aside those mishaps. Indian Railways needs proper management, instead of illiterate ministers, taking care of the railway ministry, educated young people from various, MBA schools should be hired to take care of the Railways. Train drivers should be given incentives for reaching on time, there should be regular check up for the cleanliness of all the trains in India, the train which is found clean all the time should be awarded, T.T should go for training in "how to talk to passengers", they should be reminded that passengers pay and they get their salaries.</em></strong></span> </div>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-91765117233467384522009-10-25T23:17:00.000+05:302009-10-25T23:35:23.676+05:30A TRUE COMEDY.<strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I have got a very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">very</span> funny sister, no one in this world would sit quite without laughing, if she starts speaking out, all my friends likes her for this nature of hers. Tonight she told me an incident, she explained me that so well that it inspired me to write this blog. The incident is as follows:</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">There was a get together organised by an Uncle who is actually a music teacher, he has got many students and my mom is one of them. He invited all his students on one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sunday</span>, as usual my mom never goes alone in any gathering, that to musical, she makes sure that either me or my sister is with her, so sister went along with mom. One by one every body sang, now it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Karmakar</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Unitis</span> turn, she is kind of singer who is always given the last chance to sing because she would make the crowd move away, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lol</span>........ as human being we do react formally always in the crowd but this is not applied to insects, the Irony was, my sister saw an ANT, who lied sense less until she was singing, the moment she was done with the song the ant moved with the highest speed it could move. Sister explained me this so well which i am sure cannot be expressed in this blog. She said "u know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">didi</span>! the moment <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">unti</span> started the song the ant stopped moving i thought it fainted with the loud noise pollution that her song created, the moment the song was over it regained its senses and ran away from the location ASAP." Ha ha ha ha ha ..........</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></em></strong>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-42619903651597941552009-10-23T08:12:00.000+05:302009-10-23T08:56:07.402+05:30WHAT I LEARNT.<span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>When i was in school, college or during my university days i never won any great award for coming first in the class or winning any <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">competitions</span>, that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doesn't</span> means that i was always a looser, i was considered among average students. There was girl in my class who was the daughter of my fathers <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">colleague</span>, she always scored good marks and came first, she made it a point to discuss marks in official parties to show me down in front of all uncles and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">unties</span>.That was the time when i was a student and was sure about my life, that i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">don't</span> get good marks ,i will not get admission to good college and forget to see the university campus and i started to explore my self in something which was not there in her, and i found myself as a singer, this led to get more worse and i started getting marks below average. </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>I realised this in class 12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span> that coming first is not enough, a student should have enough confidence, should be more towards applications of the subject instead of mugging up things, should have good analysis skills, by the time i realised the truth it was too late. I passed 12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> with first class marks, got admission to a good missionary college. During graduation at a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">women's</span> college i learnt to discover the real human in me who can do every thing that a man can, can take care of parents like a son, can freak around if she wants to like a road side romeo, can get every <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">goddie</span> of life,thanks to the college environment. I made it to the university, i met the kind of person i was searching for as a friend from whom i can always learn, from her i learnt not to fear if you are right, to speak in gatherings, to go out and mingle up with more people, raise your voice when ever you see wrong things around you, she made me realise "think you are alone in this world so be prepared for every situation because its only you who will resolve any problem not some one else".</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>Now i am a professional women, here also i had to face many politics which did try to pull me back, thought of moving out of the company many times, but my previous childhood experiences reminded me to face all challenges, instead of becoming more weaker and running out of the game, i will have to survive it. Today the situation is, all my juniors come to me for any work related problems instead of approaching my boss, I am recognised as a best performer in the department, i get top ratings at office. I wish i had this kind of attitude when i was a school student then i would have defeated that class first girl. Now when i see my self and compare with that class mate of mine i feel proud, because she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cannot</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">compete</span> with me. </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>There are few things in the world which is far beyond our thoughts, we see only around us, we think the whole world is against us when any thing goes wrong, even we show our anger on the Almighty, its very wrong, sinners do get punished, making some one cry for nothing will make you pay for it, that girl never got the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">opportunity</span> to study after 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">th</span> std, her father became <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">bankrupt</span> and one day she eloped with a very cheap guy, today she is mother of two daughters.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>I would conclude that be what you are, believe in what you are doing is the best, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">don't</span> get bothered about things going against you, just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Chuck</span> off people who demotivates you,<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">don't</span> care for people who make fun of you, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">don't</span> trust on any body until the person is really trust worthy, above all have full trust on GOD. It may take little time for people to understand your qualities,but one day you will be the most important to them.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><em></em></strong></span>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-70511096456136959402009-10-17T10:40:00.000+05:302009-10-17T11:21:01.433+05:30A PRAYER.<span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Generally i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> cry when i watch any emotional scene in any movie, because i know after all its just a man made story, and i am paying to enjoy those three hours of watching different moods of human nature. Today i did cry, cry like a small child, and felt like a child who watches his parents being killed in front of him and he is unable to save them. The movie "PEARL HARBOUR" is not a man made story, its real, it did happen in the year 1941, Japanese did kill Americans. i hate those minds who were behind this attack. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Don't</span> know who died then, they were not my distant relatives, nor any of my good friends, neither will i ever meet any of their relatives in the future, but i did cry for those innocent people who were killed on that day. </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>I remember similar attack on our own land, 26/11/ 2008, one in the year 2001 9/11, on USA, many such attacks in different parts of the world, it really makes me cry when i come to know human killed human, its really shame on our part that we are killing our own species. I hate all those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">terrorists</span> and the master mind behind all these inhuman attacks. I request the almighty to come down on to Earth and save the world from the demons called <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">terrorists</span>.</em></strong></span>Arpitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061861684854829796noreply@blogger.com5