<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608</id><updated>2012-01-23T22:11:20.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet but not beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'>Its my blog, and i am free to write down my heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-1706931731904677187</id><published>2012-01-17T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:33:35.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How old is V K Singh</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Every News channel is flashing the news about what is happening with Mr. Singh, did he actually hide his age?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How does it matter to any one in this whole world, how old a person is? as long as someone is capable to take responsibilities, do his work, meets his target, and deliver best performance, how does it actually matter to any one &amp;nbsp;what is the age of the person is? Efficiency should matter, not age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Even if he did some glitches with his age, can those politicians say that they are untouched by corruption? I think there is no harm in hiding age, harm is when some one is corrupt. There are so many issues which i think is more important than spending time on finding out some ones age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Save the Rotting Wheat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Provide National Security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Save the young girls from being raped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have better water harvesting projects for the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Allocate money for Scientific research in the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have well equipped government Hospitals for the poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;These were just few, i am sure many would agree with me about these things should be looked at first, not how old is the Army chief of the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-1706931731904677187?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/1706931731904677187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=1706931731904677187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1706931731904677187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1706931731904677187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-old-is-v-k-singh.html' title='How old is V K Singh'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-7480127509919136984</id><published>2012-01-15T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T17:35:13.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualification of our MLA's and MP's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When any body asks me when do you watch TV? " at office" is my answer. Funny but it is true..... i don't remember if i had any particular TV show that i liked after my 12th standard. I watch the news but not at home, its when i work at office, i don't hear the sound, its only the flashes that i read, and that's how i know what is happening around the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday, the breaking news flashing in some news channel was the&amp;nbsp;qualification&amp;nbsp;of our MLA's &amp;nbsp;and MP's. it read, 200 and few more of these people were not even graduates, and 20 of &amp;nbsp;them didn't even pass higher secondary exam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Really a breaking news "illiterate&amp;nbsp;people handling the administration of the country". and we struggling with every days tension at work. Can't blame any one for this situation, just watch the news and concentrate back on work.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-7480127509919136984?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/7480127509919136984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=7480127509919136984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7480127509919136984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7480127509919136984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2012/01/qualification-of-our-mlas-and-mps.html' title='Qualification of our MLA&apos;s and MP&apos;s.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-1086854147544652848</id><published>2012-01-12T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:11:08.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wednesday and Thursday are my week offs, when the whole world works i relax, nothing much to do on these days, the wonderful organ called the brain makes me imagine weird things. This weekend i happened to go for the&amp;nbsp;English&amp;nbsp;movie "Darkest Hour". It was all about the&amp;nbsp;invasion&amp;nbsp;of extra territorial objects, which are invisible but has lethal electrical waves, that&amp;nbsp;disappears&amp;nbsp;any living objects on Earth, It&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;even gives any one time to feel the pain of death.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4af52; color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #f4af52; color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f4af52; color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The year 2012, James&amp;nbsp;Cameroon made this year very famous with his movie. I think this is the most awaited year by every human on earth, every one wants to know, what would actually happen to end this world? what do i think of, when i think of 2012? Well, if it means the end of the world, then what would i do if i am the only survivor? life would me worst then hell for me, for couple of months, may be i would be in Trauma for rest of my lonely &amp;nbsp;life, or may be this incident of destruction would make me so tough, that i would keep moving on to find more survivors, and plan something to develop a new world again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What if my name is in the list of people who will die, in this super destruction. I would do every thing before i die. I'll have to plan short term plans that would help me live my dreams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well...........dreams are secret, not for every one to know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-1086854147544652848?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/1086854147544652848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=1086854147544652848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1086854147544652848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1086854147544652848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2012/01/end-of-world.html' title='End of the world'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-8686450834720126747</id><published>2011-09-06T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:10:05.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was secret&amp;nbsp;until&amp;nbsp;now, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My dream job as a child was to become a travel guide. With time i realized, its not about what i like, its all about grabbing the oppertunity that comes on your way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When i saw the movie "Zindegi na milegi dobara", i too thought for a while that i would get out of the hall and think about a job that will help me to live my dreams, the moment i came out of the&amp;nbsp;theater, my LIC agent called &amp;nbsp;to remind me of my half &amp;nbsp;yearly premium, sitting in the bus, forgetting about the movie and what i learnt from it, i started calculating on my mobile for the next month budget (Phone bills, loan, premium, this , that what not)......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;say that i am not happy with my current job, &amp;nbsp;I cant ignore the fact that what ever i am and what ever i have today is because of my job. I know my dream job would never give me what i have earned in the last few years, &amp;nbsp;that one smile on my parents face makes me happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-8686450834720126747?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/8686450834720126747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=8686450834720126747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8686450834720126747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8686450834720126747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2011/09/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-6942503476243554544</id><published>2010-05-04T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:12:19.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nirupamas mother is a WITCH.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its been a long time i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; touched this page,but from the last few days i am so disturbed with every thing going around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;world ,lets&lt;/span&gt; forget the world, its really very very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; for the educated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt; who say that they are part of the modern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; society.Young journalist killed by her mother because she dared to love a man from a different community.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nirupama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pathak murder case&lt;/span&gt;, who was studying mass communication in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IIMC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;, the daughter was killed by her mother because she loved a man from a different community.Parents like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nirupama's&lt;/span&gt; are burden on the educated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;class of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;, who dreams of educating the female child, giving her the right to choose her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;careers&lt;/span&gt; but cant afford to let her select her life partner.&lt;br /&gt;Its a very obvious situation, when young people in search of good jobs and careers move to different cities, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;meet people&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;select your&lt;/span&gt; life partner", bull shit, at the age of 25 if a women/man is able to live alone, take care of finances, talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;to clients&lt;/span&gt;, bring business to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;, then how come that they are not capable to select a life partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a victim of this kind of social crime, yes i would say it is a crime, when parents come in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;between the&lt;/span&gt; choice of their children, when it comes to marriage. There should be a law in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; constitution, where such families should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;be punished&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; allow the child to live their dreams. "Right to fall in love with whom ever u like" should be a fundamental right to all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; citizen, because love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have boundaries, its above, caste, creed, religion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nationality and&lt;/span&gt; sex.&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Nirupama's&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend who said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;humne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;obedient&lt;/span&gt; hoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;galti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt;, agar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;humne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;shadee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;kar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hoti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;tobaad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;mein&lt;/span&gt; sub &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;theek&lt;/span&gt; ho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;jata"&lt;/span&gt;. 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;happily&lt;/span&gt; agree, because, they look for my smiling face, let the society go to hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-6942503476243554544?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/6942503476243554544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=6942503476243554544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6942503476243554544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6942503476243554544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2010/05/nirupamas-mother-is-witch.html' title='Nirupamas mother is a WITCH.......'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-2424286494157073065</id><published>2010-01-22T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:28:33.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANTED TO ASK GOD,WHAT DO THE TERRORIST ACTUALY WANT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its really alarming, right time for every individual to look for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;, its not only the government that should be alert, every citizen in every country should look for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;. Reason ?&lt;br /&gt;1. Income tax department has revealed that 14 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crore&lt;/span&gt; rupees was transferred&lt;br /&gt;to different bank accounts, their website was hacked.&lt;br /&gt;2. According to yahoo news, members of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LeT&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt; group) are getting trained on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Para gliders&lt;/span&gt; flying.&lt;br /&gt;3. Information on planning for hijacking planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these people, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;terrorists&lt;/span&gt;) in a mission to rule &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; earth alone? they are stealing govt. money, getting trained on terror attack, killing innocent people, what not? God save the world, save your children.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever come down to earth and ask them to kill your other children?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever preach non violence to get heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever say them that "JIHAD" is the only way to reach you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you didn't. Then why is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Osama&lt;/span&gt; bin laden and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;terrorists&lt;/span&gt; heads like him say that they are on a mission to JIHAD (holy war). They are spoiling the good teachings of holy books, please punish them, please help the animals and human beings on earth from the hands of these demons, they are in a mission to rule your world, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let them do this, do you really want the demons to take care of the world created by you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-2424286494157073065?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/2424286494157073065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=2424286494157073065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2424286494157073065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2424286494157073065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wanted-to-ask-godwhat-do-terrorist.html' title='I WANTED TO ASK GOD,WHAT DO THE TERRORIST ACTUALY WANT?'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-2022244083410899833</id><published>2010-01-20T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:01:14.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCIAL GATHERINGS ARE SOMETIMES SO IRRITATING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/S1duIPOGPeI/AAAAAAAACf8/l0gysEAj9yk/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428928963622092258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/S1duIPOGPeI/AAAAAAAACf8/l0gysEAj9yk/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/S1dt9BanfnI/AAAAAAAACf0/NiqNPUuzE1E/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428928770937945714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/S1dt9BanfnI/AAAAAAAACf0/NiqNPUuzE1E/s320/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/S1dtZN44IqI/AAAAAAAACfs/KEJD6yQmTqY/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/S1dsy6d1-yI/AAAAAAAACfk/neNUCisDGdA/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/S1dsdOeHidI/AAAAAAAACfc/TQS7StvZeiM/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like social gathering, specially when its some kind of festival, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt;. It gives me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to dress up, wear traditional/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ethnic&lt;/span&gt; clothes, wear all matching ear rings, bangles etc.etc. Today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saraswati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt;, as usual the previous night i put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mehndi&lt;/span&gt;, applied the matching shade of nail paint, bought a new set of ear ring and necklace, did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt; at home and then went to the place where all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bengali's&lt;/span&gt; collectively does the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really like social gatherings, but there are few people in such gatherings who spoils the festive mood. There is one Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Karmakaar&lt;/span&gt; about the age of around 38-39, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why i have to call him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;, just because he calls my parents uncle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;untie&lt;/span&gt;. 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; 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".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;counsellor&lt;/span&gt;? If i have grown with my dreams will their few sentences change me? BS. Impossible. I guess this Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Karmakaar&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;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.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-2022244083410899833?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/2022244083410899833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=2022244083410899833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2022244083410899833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2022244083410899833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2010/01/social-gatherings-are-sometimes-so.html' title='SOCIAL GATHERINGS ARE SOMETIMES SO IRRITATING.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/S1duIPOGPeI/AAAAAAAACf8/l0gysEAj9yk/s72-c/Picture+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-1232340749067837138</id><published>2010-01-08T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:23:38.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRATITUDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;There are few people whom i have ever met or know, who were really influential, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt from my mother to "forgive", she says " If you are right in what ever you did and the others cheated or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; read your heart or made you cry or fought or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; shout at them in return, wait to see they coming back to you, and then feel the real satisfaction that people realizing your importance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt from my Best friend to be someone, To speak up against any thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; 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, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; expect help from others".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my current manager "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Namtara&lt;/span&gt;", i learnt to appreciate on good work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt from my Mentor in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GENPACT&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;VIJAY&lt;/span&gt;" to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; 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).&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-1232340749067837138?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/1232340749067837138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=1232340749067837138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1232340749067837138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1232340749067837138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2010/01/gratitude.html' title='GRATITUDE'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-212143848211551709</id><published>2009-12-26T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:14:57.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Efficient harnessing of the vast human resource that india has.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Title of this blog, sounds funny right, we heard a lot about, Indian institute of technology (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IIM&lt;/span&gt;), Indian Institute of Management (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IIM&lt;/span&gt;), National Institute of Information Technology (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NIIT&lt;/span&gt;), All India Institute of Medical Sciences (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AIIMS&lt;/span&gt;), etc, etc. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; our country has more number of engineering colleges than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nursery&lt;/span&gt; schools. This is very unplanned use of the vast human resource that our country posses. Every Indian parent wants their children to become either doctor or an engineer, if this is the case then will every one who becomes Doctor or Engineer get a job? no wonder why many engineers , doctors, M.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sc's&lt;/span&gt;, M.Phil's, end up in call centres. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every body is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;borned&lt;/span&gt; with a special kind of talent, the role of a parent here is to explore the talent of the child and groom the child in that field, instead of bugging a child to live his elders dream. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unties&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; send their children to me for any advice because i advice them to live their dreams. There is one girl, i know she is very good at dance, i would not feel shy to learn dance from her who is just a school going kid, but this talent of hers is limited only to family gatherings, If she was my child i would have made her national dancer at her age.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would not blame the government or the educationa system here, because they are providing what ever the Indian parents wants, more number of Medical &amp;amp; Engineering colleges.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a dream project, where, India will have reputed Sports Institute, getting admission here will be like getting seat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;IIT's&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;IIM's&lt;/span&gt;, Students will be groomed here to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;defeat&lt;/span&gt; the international players, similarly i dream of having "Indian Institute of Dance &amp;amp; Music", equally valued like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;IIT's&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;IIM's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a child i never lived my dream, now when i am financially stable, i am living my dream, but its late, if not too late. Having Institutes for Arts, Musics, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dramma&lt;/span&gt;, Dances, Sports etc.etc, spread through out the Country will be an efficient harnessing of the vast human resource that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; has.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-212143848211551709?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/212143848211551709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=212143848211551709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/212143848211551709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/212143848211551709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/12/efficient-harnessing-of-vast-human.html' title='Efficient harnessing of the vast human resource that india has.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-6930626432778963522</id><published>2009-12-22T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:00:28.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAJ MAHAL WAS NOT BUILT BY SHAHJAHAN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I knew it from many days, that TAJ MAHAL was not built by Mugal emperor Shah jahan, it was actually an ancient Shivalaya (Shiv temple), built by Maharaja Mann Singh. We believe in science, so we have the marble carbon 14 dating back to the age when shah jahan was not even an emperor, then why do we believe this lie, all text book, in schools, and every other material should be banned that says that Taj Mahal was built by Shah jahan. I agree with all those evidence that Mr. Oak provided. e.g. "a music room in front of a grave", "12 hidden room","hidden OM in the carvings", "a lotus in front of the entrance", "the massive tomb ending with a kalash and coconut", all these are evidence of the vedic culture which is purely a part of hindu society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;ARCHITECHTURAL EVIDENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt; Well known Western authorities on architechture like E.B.Havell, Mrs.Kenoyer and Sir W.W.Hunterhave gone on record to say that the TajMahal is built in the Hindu temple style. Havell points out the ground plan of the ancient Hindu Chandi Seva Temple in Java is identical with that of the Taj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt; A central dome with cupolas at its four corners is a universal feature of Hindu temples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The four marble pillars at the plinth corners are of the Hindu style. They are used as lamp towers during night and watch towers during the day. Such towers serve to demarcate the holy precincts. Hindu wedding altars and the altar set up for God Satyanarayan worship have pillars raised at the four corners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The octagonal shape of the Tajmahal has a special Hindu significance because Hindus alone have special names for the eight directions, and celestial guards assigned to them. The pinnacle points to the heaven while the foundation signifies to the nether world. Hindu forts, cities, palaces and temples genrally have an octagonal layout or some octagonal features so that together with the pinnacle and the foundation they cover all the ten directions in which the king or God holds sway, according to Hindu belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt; The Tajmahal has a trident pinncle over the dome. A full scale of the trident pinnacle is inlaid in the red stone courtyard to the east of the Taj. The central shaft of the trident depicts a "Kalash" (sacred pot) holding two bent mango leaves and a coconut. This is a sacred Hindu motif. Identical pinnacles have been seen over Hindu and Buddhist temples in the Himalayan region. Tridents are also depicted against a red lotus background at the apex of the stately marble arched entrances on all four sides of the Taj. People fondly but mistakenly believed all these centuries that the Taj pinnacle depicts a Islamic cresent and star was a lighting conductor installed by the British rulers in India. Contrarily, the pinnacle is a marvel of Hindu metallurgy since the pinnacle made of non rusting alloy, is also perhaps a lightning deflector. That the pinnacle of the replica is drawn in the eastern courtyard is significant because the east is of special importance to the Hindus, as the direction in which the sun rises. The pinnacle on the dome has the word `Allah' on it after capture. The pinnacle figure on the ground does not have the word Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These evidences are obtained from the link " &lt;a href="http://www.stephen-knapp.com/true_story_of_the_taj_mahal.htm"&gt;http://www.stephen-knapp.com/true_story_of_the_taj_mahal.htm&lt;/a&gt; " Interested people can go through this link, it would give details of how TEJ-O-MAHAL turned to TAZ  MAHAL. Please spread this message to every one possible, so that the real man gets the credit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-6930626432778963522?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/6930626432778963522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=6930626432778963522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6930626432778963522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6930626432778963522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/12/taj-mahal-was-not-built-by-shahjahan.html' title='TAJ MAHAL WAS NOT BUILT BY SHAHJAHAN.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-7133102577186329521</id><published>2009-12-20T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T08:48:13.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>मेरी अधूरी कल्पना</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;कल्पना है एक ऐसे  देश का,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;जहाँ सभी बोले एक ही भाषा.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ना हो कोई भेद भाव,जहाँ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;प्रजा को मिले सभी सुविधा.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;हजारों देशों को जोद्रकर  बने वह देश, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;आदर हो जहाँ सभी प्राचीन सभ्यताओं का.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;एक भाषा जैसा एक धर्मी देश हो वो,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;पालन हो जहाँ, धर्म इन्सानियेत का.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;मेरे कल्पना वाले देश में सभी का आदर होगा,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;प्रकृति के हर वरदान का सम्मान भी किया जाएगा.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;आधुनिकता से परे नहीं होगा वो देश,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;साथ ही प्राचीन ज्ञान का भी अध्यन होगा.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;यह मेरी कल्पना का एक टुकरा था,जो मुझे पता है कभी सच नहीं होगा.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-7133102577186329521?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/7133102577186329521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=7133102577186329521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7133102577186329521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7133102577186329521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='मेरी अधूरी कल्पना'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-8112713320813611833</id><published>2009-12-14T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:56:01.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOSS OF BUSINESS ON AP DIVISION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the recent tension about the division of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Andhra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pradesh&lt;/span&gt;, 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Telengana&lt;/span&gt; and AP. As per me, there should be a little change in the constitution, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;committing&lt;/span&gt; suicide is a crime, then going on hunger strike is also a kind of suicide, so who ever does that should be immediately arrested. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am very angry on this issue because the matter of division of AP has caused 400 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;crores&lt;/span&gt; rupees loss to the state, the one day international was postponed from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;visakhapatnam&lt;/span&gt; to Nagpur, the upcoming IT and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BPO&lt;/span&gt; industry in the district had to shut down because of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;strike&lt;/span&gt; called by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Andhra&lt;/span&gt; University students on not dividing AP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The government of INDIA promised the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;European&lt;/span&gt; and the American clients to deliver business at any cost, they will not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; what is the situation of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; politics. One mob consisting of students from AU  forcefully entered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;HSBC&lt;/span&gt; and caused damage to the property of the office, they broke one LCD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, caused damage to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;furniture's&lt;/span&gt;, entering the production floor was not possible without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;access&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-8112713320813611833?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/8112713320813611833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=8112713320813611833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8112713320813611833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8112713320813611833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/12/loss-of-business-on-ap-division.html' title='LOSS OF BUSINESS ON AP DIVISION.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-530630131681600390</id><published>2009-11-27T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:43:41.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM PROUD TO HAVE WHAT EVER I GOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Yes i really feel proud of what ever i got specially a loving, caring and a supportive family. I bought a flat one year ago when i was 26 years old, i am the first one among all my friends to buy a flat, credit goes to my Mom who is so good at managing my finances. Part of my salary goes towards the house loan, with all other insurances and utility bills i am left with nothing after the first week, so my sister gifted me a "Credit Card", i will shop and she will pay. On week ends she invites me for movie, takes me for lunch, asks me for if i wanted any thing from the market, what not........... I live with my parents so my food is provided by my father, i live in a house where i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; pay rent, my bed tea is ready when i get up from bed, what ever i like to eat next day the food is ready, i just select the thing in the market and what ever is the cost my sister buys it for me, what not my family does for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I have seen parents, i wont mention the family's name here where love is divided based on how much one earns in the family, just because elder son earns large salary he is loved more, and the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; son is still studying, he is abused for not earning. 3rd son has not yet reached the age of earning so he is still not touched upon for his earning skills. These are bullshit parents who bring the child on Earth with the motive of making them earn money, for them their children are only a source who earns for them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hhhhhhmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; they have no right to say the son "hum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;liye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accha&lt;/span&gt; hi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soochenge&lt;/span&gt;" impossible they think only about themselves, not for the sake of their son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-530630131681600390?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/530630131681600390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=530630131681600390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/530630131681600390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/530630131681600390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-proud-to-have-what-ever-i-got.html' title='I AM PROUD TO HAVE WHAT EVER I GOT.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-4292015629681817735</id><published>2009-11-24T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:35:35.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;न चाहते हुए भी आती है, पुराणी बातें याद,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;यादें जो छोर चुकी है एक गहरी दाग.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;सोचा था नहीं करूंगी याद ऐसी कोई भी बात.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;जो बिताई थी तुम्हारे साथ.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                       देती हूँ सलहा दोसरों को,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                        की आसान है भुलाना बीती बातों को,       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                         पर क्या पता है यह उनको,        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                        की हम भी कभी-कभी करते हैं याद उन लम्हों को.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;था पूरा यकीन मुझे खुद पर,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;भुलाने के लिए चाहिए थे कुछ पल,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;पर कुछ घाव इतने गहरे होते हैं की,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;छोर जाते हैं गहरी दाग ज़िंदगी भर.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30 pm,&lt;br /&gt;23 nov 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-4292015629681817735?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/4292015629681817735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=4292015629681817735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4292015629681817735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4292015629681817735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-3358278314437039329</id><published>2009-11-23T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:52:54.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL ABOUT MARRIAGE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't touch this page from many days, i was not getting any thing to write, from the past few days one thing was going around my mind, all about marriage. Its a very important part of our life cycle, so of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; we should not regret in the future for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; that we take today. There were three of us in the office cab, all girls, one got married and the other two are in the search for a groom. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt; thing that i found in the conversation is that, most girls who get married at a very early age, like somewhere at the age of twenty to twenty five are the girls who either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what they want in life, just go along with the wind, or going against parents and marrying someone whom she loves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The second category of girls fall in the large population, where the girls are so knowledgeable that they can judge the guys better than the parents. They are very focused on what they are actually searching in a man as a life partner. These girls face a lot of problem in the society, they are looked upon by their immediate relatives, because they wait until they reach 28-30, and sometimes above 35 years old, but they are always focused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These marriages end up in a good married life, because the bride and the groom are well aware of what they want and what is expected out of them. I believe in knowing a person before allowing him/her to be your life partner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a story here to share. There is a good family friend of ours, as usual my father has told them to search for a good alliance for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; selected a guy, and wanted me to meet him, me and my sister met him and i was very sure that he is not the kind of person i am searching for, and my answer to this match was simply "NO". One day uncle calls up my father and says, "are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decision's&lt;/span&gt; at your home taken by your daughter?",that was so bad- my father answered,"its my daughter who will have to live, who will marry so its left to her". I am really glad that my parents are so supportive, they make me feel so proud to have them in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am very sure all those girls above 25 will appreciate this blog. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind being single, but i cant end up with any body, just because the society wants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-3358278314437039329?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/3358278314437039329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=3358278314437039329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/3358278314437039329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/3358278314437039329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-about-marriage.html' title='ALL ABOUT MARRIAGE.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-4392866139918084937</id><published>2009-11-15T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T03:26:59.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIZAG IS LIKE CAPE TOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/Sv_j1KQFFYI/AAAAAAAACec/1lMGSK273TI/s1600-h/RamkrishnaBeach_8087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404288580292253058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/Sv_j1KQFFYI/AAAAAAAACec/1lMGSK273TI/s320/RamkrishnaBeach_8087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I generally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like to go to theaters to watch movies, for two reasons, one, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; 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".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I am not a fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Imraan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hashmi&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Soha&lt;/span&gt; Ali Khan. The movie was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shooted&lt;/span&gt; in CAPE TOWN, i was thinking how much money these film makers spend for just a three hours movie and pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; currency to other countries, where as i know similar location is present in India and i am proud to live in this city, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Visakhapatnam&lt;/span&gt; has got its natural beauty like cape town, Hilly roads beside the sea, Sea coast, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ramanaidu&lt;/span&gt; film Studio, on the top of the hill, you name the location and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vizag&lt;/span&gt; has it, so why go to South Africa, when we have every thing in INDIA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-4392866139918084937?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/4392866139918084937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=4392866139918084937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4392866139918084937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4392866139918084937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/11/vizag-is-like-cape-town.html' title='VIZAG IS LIKE CAPE TOWN'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/Sv_j1KQFFYI/AAAAAAAACec/1lMGSK273TI/s72-c/RamkrishnaBeach_8087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-7535395121129758131</id><published>2009-11-11T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:30:32.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DISCOVERED MYSELF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the last few days i am getting compliments from my office &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt;, and on weekends i get compliments from family and friends when i actually get to socialize. The compliments are for various reasons: parents like the food i cook, sister like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mehendi&lt;/span&gt; that i draw on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; palm, boss pats me for my work, i am asked to brainstorm for a problem at office, juniors come to me for work related &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;queries&lt;/span&gt;, Friends take me for the wedding shopping, my paintings are appreciated by all my friends and i have many fans for my poems in the office. Now-a-days i am working on Nail paintings also, girls at office &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appreciates&lt;/span&gt; me for the paintings that i do on nails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the question is where was this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arpita&lt;/span&gt; till now? until i was in school, i was engaged in various activities like completing homework, playing, going for music classes, then practicing music at home, what not? my B.Sc was not less than that of a school.  M.Sc was the time when i was really exposed to the external world, full of competition, friends, tension for the future, etc.etc. I got lot of time during these two years to discover my self, i did part-time job, and end of the day i slept like a dead body. This was the bad phase of my life, when someone whom i gave very much importance, made me feel that i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;worthless&lt;/span&gt;, and i started doing things to impress him, forgetting what i want. This continued for four years .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today when i get compliments like: "U sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wel&lt;/span&gt;l"," Congrats for getting superstar", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;waw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mehndi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lagayi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;aaj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sabji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;acchi&lt;/span&gt; bani &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;","good job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Arpita&lt;/span&gt;", "You do paintings also", "Your poem was nice" etc.etc. I was such a fool to mould myself for someone who never saw all these qualities in me, instead of that he made me feel i am good for nothing. Four years down the lane i discovered my self with so many qualities, which i never knew, people around  made me feel this way.Today i proudly believe that i have so many qualities that i never knew. This was possible only after he went away from my life, but it left a permanent scar that would never vanish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-7535395121129758131?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/7535395121129758131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=7535395121129758131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7535395121129758131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7535395121129758131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-discovered-myself.html' title='I DISCOVERED MYSELF.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-6718786742740694109</id><published>2009-11-05T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:26:39.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main kisi ko acchi lagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;वजह है मेरे ख़ुशी की, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;मिली है आज तारीफ किसी की.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;वैसे तो तारीफ मिली है इससे पहले भी ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;पर बहुमूल्य है ये तारीफ किसी ख़ास इंसान की.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;उसने पुछा - मैं अच्छी क्यूँ हूँ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;अब इसका क्या जवाब दूं?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;मैं तो बचपन से ही ऐसी हूँ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;मेरे जैसे तो लाखों होंगे, उसे सिर्फ मैं अच्छी दिखी.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;मुझे उसकी तारीफ इतनी अच्छी लगी की,मैंने इस पर एक कविता लिख दी.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;कई सालों के बाद ही सही, पर कोई तो है जिसको मैं अच्छी लगी.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-6718786742740694109?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/6718786742740694109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=6718786742740694109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6718786742740694109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6718786742740694109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/11/main-kisi-ko-acchi-lagi.html' title='Main kisi ko acchi lagi'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-9109578666799491282</id><published>2009-11-03T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:13:22.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEGATIVES OF INDIAN RAILWAYS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/Su_zZvq8RVI/AAAAAAAACYM/sGar2ylyLss/s1600-h/IndianTrain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399802101859370322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/Su_zZvq8RVI/AAAAAAAACYM/sGar2ylyLss/s320/IndianTrain2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       View of a overloaded train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;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.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;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?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;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.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;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.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-9109578666799491282?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/9109578666799491282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=9109578666799491282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/9109578666799491282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/9109578666799491282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/11/negatives-of-indian-railways.html' title='NEGATIVES OF INDIAN RAILWAYS.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/Su_zZvq8RVI/AAAAAAAACYM/sGar2ylyLss/s72-c/IndianTrain2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-9176511723346738452</id><published>2009-10-25T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:05:23.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TRUE COMEDY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I have got a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; 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:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Karmakar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Unitis&lt;/span&gt; turn, she is kind of singer who is always given the last chance to sing because she would make the crowd move away, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;........ 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt;! the moment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unti&lt;/span&gt; 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 ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-9176511723346738452?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/9176511723346738452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=9176511723346738452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/9176511723346738452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/9176511723346738452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-comedy.html' title='A TRUE COMEDY.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-4261990365159794155</id><published>2009-10-22T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:26:07.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I LEARNT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;competitions&lt;/span&gt;, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt;, 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unties&lt;/span&gt;.That was the time when i was a student and was sure about my life, that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realised this in class 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; with first class marks, got admission to a good missionary college. During graduation at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;goddie&lt;/span&gt; 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".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;compete&lt;/span&gt; with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to study after 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; std, her father became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bankrupt&lt;/span&gt; and one day she eloped with a very cheap guy, today she is mother of two daughters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would conclude that be what you are, believe in what you are doing is the best, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get bothered about things going against you, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt; off people who demotivates you,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care for people who make fun of you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-4261990365159794155?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/4261990365159794155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=4261990365159794155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4261990365159794155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4261990365159794155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-learnt.html' title='WHAT I LEARNT.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-7051109645613695940</id><published>2009-10-16T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:51:01.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A PRAYER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Generally i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;terrorists&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;terrorists&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-7051109645613695940?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/7051109645613695940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=7051109645613695940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7051109645613695940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7051109645613695940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer.html' title='A PRAYER.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-2374821879781171683</id><published>2009-10-09T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:33:56.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY CANT THE GUYS SAY NO TO DOWRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Definition Of Dowry :- Dowry or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dahej&lt;/span&gt; is the payment in cash or/and kind by the bride's family to the bridegroom' s family along with the giving away of the bride ( called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kanyadaan&lt;/span&gt;) in Indian marriage . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kanyadanam&lt;/span&gt; is an important part of Hindu marital rites. Kanya means daughter, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dana&lt;/span&gt; means gift&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Hate this word Dowry, reason? its just buying the bridegroom with huge amount of money, or in other words he sells himself, to the girls family,I am sure in all those marriages where Dowry is appreciated, love in between the two families, is never established, the bride's father saves all his earnings from the time the daughter is born, and one fine day all his savings are gone with his daughter to the grooms family. I call these families "SHAMELESS", specially the groom who cant protest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; this crime, if he is not capable enough to feed himself or buy the luxuries of his life, then he has no right to enjoy the hard earned money of an elderly person who is his father in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know few of my male friends who justify the Dowry system, according to them, its just a gift in the form of cash, Dude forget it, i know gifts cant be for hundreds of thousands of rupees, that is literally demanded to the brides parents, i even know guys who set their rates, if doctor 50,00,000 rupees, if Engineer 25,00,000 rupees, if he is settled in abroad then the amount is so high that even a higher middle class family father cant afford to pay the amount. I have no regrets to say "they are not Men" If you are really Educated enough you should wisely judge between right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; this evil crime because of 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last year one of my childhood friends, got married to a normal earning guy, i took 2 days leave from office we did lots of planning for the wedding day, on the wedding day i was all the time with her, clicked many pictures, every thing was very good, one year later they are no longer with each other, my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anjali&lt;/span&gt; is living with her widow mom and sister with a new born baby. I think of the day one year back, and today i see her without husband , the only reason is, her husband never liked her, he agreed to marry her because her mom offered the guys family a huge amount of money, which her father saved when he was alive, she did keep her promise, but the amount was little less. When i see her with her son in her lap tears fill my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This year there is another wedding of my childhood friend Tara, she was in love with a guy from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;telugu&lt;/span&gt; community from a very young age, now that both the families have agreed to the marriage, the real demon came in the love story, "Dowry" the guys family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;demanded&lt;/span&gt; a 3 bedroom flat in the heart of the city, a huge cash because the boy earns good, branded clothes for all the relatives from the grooms family and a car. Lord save me, i pity on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Taras&lt;/span&gt; father who has to give away all his earnings and savings to his son in law, come on Mr. groom this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; be called as a gift, agree to the fact that u are demanding,making Tara feel that she took a very wrong decission to love you, are you not getting Tara? cant you see that God gifted you the women whom you love? will Tara ever forgive you for putting so much of burden on her father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hhhhhmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.......... Lord please save me from these kind of guys whom i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; consider as men, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the confidence to be bold enough to go against his parents and say no to dowry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-2374821879781171683?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/2374821879781171683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=2374821879781171683' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2374821879781171683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2374821879781171683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-cant-guys-say-no-to-dowry.html' title='WHY CANT THE GUYS SAY NO TO DOWRY'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-6716591482273081595</id><published>2009-10-04T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:50:32.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you met a Cancerian woman recently? Are you a little confused as to what she really is - chirpy or somber or distant? She is all of these and still, she is none of these. More confused? A Cancerian woman has mood swings every now and then and these are some of her mood swings only. However, her basic personality traits remain the same. She is very sensitive, emotional, kind and caring. Now's the catch! Most of her traits will be hidden behind a shell of indifference and aloofness. You will have to gently coerce a Cancerian girl to get out of that shell and come into the big bad world without it. The best time to do this is in the moonlight, when there are maximum changes of catching her in her true emotions. When in love, she will be tender, womanly, timid and modest. She dislikes criticisms, can't stand rejection and gets deeply hurt by harsh words. Too much aggressiveness on your part may make her a little hesitant. A Cancer woman will never make the first move in a relationship; she only knows how to move backwards or sideways.This is because of two reasons, her shyness and the fear of being rejected. She loves her mother, so you better learn to love as well as respect her too. This female has some secrets and she won't like your prying around her personal diary. She is very insecure and will need your constant reassurance. It doesn't matter if she is the current 'Miss Universe' or has men drooling over her all the time. It is your attention and appreciation she is the most concerned about. A Cancer female is a great cook and makes better food than a five-star hotel chef. However, you will have to learn to live with her mood swings, which is not so difficult since she is so good in every other way. She is extremely loyal and will keep you happy with her warm and rich humor. Once she is committed to you, she will remain yours forever and ever. Adultery is not one of the traits of her characteristics profile. With a Cancerian woman, you will always have to be careful with words. She is very sentimental and can get hurt very easily. Then, she can cry like a two-year old baby. You will be expected to console her and wipe her tears. Cancerian women are quite careful with money. Neither will they be stingy, not totally extravagant. They have a habit of saving everything that is usable, be it money or old buttons or empty jars. They also carefully save things that have a sentimental value attached to them, like the sweater grandmother knitted on their fifth birthday. A Cancer female fiercely guards what is hers and that includes you too! However, she is not too possessive or jealous. But, she does not like sharing her love too. She is one of those people who do not crib about bad luck. She will get depressed and may shed a few tears alone, but she will be patient and wait for the time to change again, this time in her favor. Almost all the Cancerians have the desire of being pampered like a child, especially when they feel low. Don't forget to pay your Cancer girl extra attention when she is depressed, otherwise she may retreat deeper into her shell. Then, it will be very difficult to bring her back to her normal self. She will want to be told time and again that she is still desirable and you still need her. However, she is not weak and is completely capable of looking after herself. Infact, she is one of those who sacrifice all that they have, for their loved ones. She just needs some spoiling after every few days. A Cancerian woman may be fragile as far as her feelings are concerned, but when you need her, she will be as strong as the 'Rock of Gibraltar'. She will also be very protective of her children and make them feel completely secure. They will be the center of her universe and she will pamper them with her love, affection and care. The children will also be very close to her and no matter how much far they go from home, they will come back to her and she knows this. A Cancer female always needs you, but she will never get too aggressive. She knows that you may leave for a while, to follow your dreams, but in the end, she is the one you will come back to. Then, you will find her as charming as before, waiting for you with freshly baked break and hot soup. She will feed you, listen to your worries and make you smile again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-6716591482273081595?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/6716591482273081595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=6716591482273081595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6716591482273081595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6716591482273081595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-me.html' title='ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-2281481814438357311</id><published>2009-08-14T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:16:05.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; day to all my readers, i am very proud to be an Indian, though i know there are many things which i am not proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking why is still, India a developing country? i have heard this sentence from the time i was in class 1. its been 20 years now, its still developing, when will i hear the sentence "India is a super power", my experience in the banking sector finds a very small solution to this transition from developing to superpower. Most of the transactions in our country are done with cash which are not recorded, if they are made with debit or credit cards, they will get recorded and no merchant can save their sales tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture sector should be given the prime importance, i am sure India still earns most of its revenue from this sector.With Climate change, we should no more depend on the rains to shower its blessings on the rice crops, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;biotechnological&lt;/span&gt; projects should give more emphasis on developing drought resistant rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;varieties&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure in the last 20 years of the journey i have seen the transition from developing to superpower has gained momentum, we have almost overcome the problem of unemployment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Illiteracy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;child marriage&lt;/span&gt;, religious riots, etc.etc.i know they still exist, but the frequency is less now a days. If the administration of the country is handled by the youth, i am sure we will reach the superpower tag very soon, we need leaders who take wise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; and implement ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-2281481814438357311?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/2281481814438357311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=2281481814438357311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2281481814438357311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2281481814438357311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-independence-day.html' title='HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-4892056950267133529</id><published>2009-08-12T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:57:32.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE LIBERTY TO LIVE MY LIFE THE WAY I WANT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks to my parents , my relatives, my religion, my country, who allows me to live my life the way i want it. I am never answerable to any of the above mentioned, as to why i am selecting a particular thing to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of my life, what i wear, what i eat, where i go, who are my friends, which god i believe in, which religion i follow etc etc......Readers may think whats great in that every body has the right to live life the way they want to, its true in India, America,European countries and many other countries where human rights hold very strong roots and position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are many parents, relatives, religion, customs, and countries where human right is just a crap, most of the limitations are on women. They are not allowed to study,go out alone, get knowledge, set up their dream career, wear a smart looking dress, talk to the opposite sex, marry some one whom she likes, and what not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know, days are not that bad as i have mentioned above, because we meet people when we step out side our house, who are like us.As i talk to my few old friends whom i left behind in career, life style, and education, i see my self in a very better position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anamika's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; allow her to wear jeans, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cousin was not allowed study because her parents thought of getting her married, my sister cannot choose to go to disco alone because her fiance want her to be only with him in public gatherings, my neighbour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; was not allowed to work as her husband dint like her going out to office every morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anamika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is not allowed to go for dating with her fiance because her brother is against girl and boy meeting before marriage,most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; women in the world are forced to wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;burkha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in scorching sun because their religion says that, and the list is endless...... why are all these limitation only for the women? are they bound to follow what the people, religion or country frames for them? I think these women gets pleasure and happiness in  following the set rules, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; have their own set targets, they actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; know what they want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; why the whole world sets or creates rules for them because they like to follow others, not listen to their heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-4892056950267133529?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/4892056950267133529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=4892056950267133529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4892056950267133529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4892056950267133529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-liberty-to-live-my-life-way-i.html' title='I HAVE LIBERTY TO LIVE MY LIFE THE WAY I WANT.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-412953810274651091</id><published>2009-08-01T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T04:20:50.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BEST PHOTOGRAPHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SnQkX81ClrI/AAAAAAAACH0/lTDw9TRZP_s/s1600-h/P3200705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SnQkX81ClrI/AAAAAAAACH0/lTDw9TRZP_s/s400/P3200705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364953049989289650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SnQhbe4qLkI/AAAAAAAACHs/vhEEIX_vjgE/s1600-h/IMG_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SnQhbe4qLkI/AAAAAAAACHs/vhEEIX_vjgE/s400/IMG_0394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364949812135996994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Rare&lt;br /&gt;oppertunity".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SnQgCUICJ1I/AAAAAAAACHk/HRdsOhqnfSM/s1600-h/IMG_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SnQgCUICJ1I/AAAAAAAACHk/HRdsOhqnfSM/s400/IMG_0390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364948280239335250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee in its initial stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks to SAIKAT, who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lended his camera that his elder brother gifted him from USA. generally i click, focusing every thing that attracts my eyes. Saikat was in the city and his camera was in my hand and i got the opportunity to click few flowers and one chameleon and i found it to be the best pic that i have ever clicked, and now i would like to share with the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SnQd4eTiO6I/AAAAAAAACHc/ewjdmRtNrTI/s1600-h/P3200704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SnQd4eTiO6I/AAAAAAAACHc/ewjdmRtNrTI/s400/P3200704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364945912149982114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I saw this lizard many times in my life , but i never knew that it is so attractive until i took this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-412953810274651091?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/412953810274651091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=412953810274651091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/412953810274651091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/412953810274651091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-best-photography.html' title='MY BEST PHOTOGRAPHY'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SnQkX81ClrI/AAAAAAAACH0/lTDw9TRZP_s/s72-c/P3200705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-3094035500562468382</id><published>2009-07-19T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:00:02.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DOUBT IF I AM BORING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when ever i went to any interview for job, the first round always was a "description about yourself round" in an open forum, when ever it was my turn i said: " Hello people , my name is Arpita, i have done my Masters from AU, my hobbies are....... reading any thing that i get, i like to watch national geographic, discovery &amp;amp; History channel, i love to sing and apart from job i like to see my self as a singer".These were the words that i always said and its all true about me, nothing is fake. I dont like freaking out with friends on weekends until and unless he/she is very close friend of mine, i dont booze, i dont fag, i like to help my mom in the kitchen, I keep a track of whats happening around the world by togling between different news channels, briefly i have all the character of a typical CANCERIAN. Am i living a boring life? is this the reason why i dont have many friends? finally i doubt am i boring?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-3094035500562468382?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/3094035500562468382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=3094035500562468382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/3094035500562468382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/3094035500562468382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-doubt-if-i-am-boring.html' title='I DOUBT IF I AM BORING.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-333426421922344443</id><published>2009-06-10T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:28:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT LOVE STORIES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; know "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Laila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Majnu&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mahivaal&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shiri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Faradh&lt;/span&gt; "etc. etc. as great lovers who gave up their life for their lover, i know them only by their names but never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to know about their love stories.  i never knew that there were  great and interesting love stories , where the lovers dint die finally, they fought with their respective problems for years and finally got their lover married and lived happily, until some disease killed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am quoting example of a great Scientist, who discovered that sound energy can be converted into electrical energy and then again sound energy and the out come was "TELEPHONE". I want to mention about "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ALEXANDER&lt;/span&gt; GRAHAM BELL", he was a faculty of speech in a school, who fell in love with the daughter of his professor, but the professors condition was, he would give his daughter to Bell only if he manages to become a scientist and did something great, his knowledge of Electronics was not enough to think about "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Variable&lt;/span&gt; resistance" which was mainly involved in his research, he with his co worker Mr. Watson (Electrical engineer) made the first telephone, established his own Telephone company and finally married the professors daughter. He was father of two daughter, and died due to Diabetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My second example is a man whose name is very popular in the world of social network, he will be the richest man in the year 2010, he is none other than our very favourite "Mr. ORKUT". He fell in love with a girl at a very early age, once they were travelling by train when they were only friends and the train met with accident, both of them were seriously injured and when ORKUT gained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; he found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; with his parents in a different city, due to lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt; he lost the girl, he never lost hope, he thought of making social network where people get to see others and make friendship, to his surprise he found his lost girlfriend in his own created network, which all of us know as "ORKUT".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am really impressed with these two great love stories, where the outcome was great invention that impacted the humanity in a good way, which gave the world a reason to smile. I hate girls and boys who commit Suicide if someone fails in love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;infact&lt;/span&gt; the person should prove to be the best so that he/she makes the world to think twice before saying no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-333426421922344443?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/333426421922344443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=333426421922344443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/333426421922344443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/333426421922344443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-love-stories.html' title='GREAT LOVE STORIES.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-1883957018647920886</id><published>2009-06-09T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:36:27.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS UNIVERSITY DAYS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its been 4 years that I am working , but I always miss my school days and specially those two years of University days. I remember the we were a group of eight girls five of which are already married (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SUJATA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SRAVANTHI&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SWARNA&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SUNITA&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PRASHANTHI&lt;/span&gt;) now they are mothers, and the other three, me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Swathi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Qurie&lt;/span&gt; are still single. i remember we were a very popular gang of girls in the university campus, specially me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Swathi&lt;/span&gt;. Going to University campus each morning was more of fun and less of attending classes.&lt;br /&gt;1.I remember those days when our seniors were having introduction session with us and girls were afraid of this session as they took it as ragging, I enjoyed this kind if introduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Swathi&lt;/span&gt; managed a heavy “Bullet bike” I sat behind her and we had a tour of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Andhra&lt;/span&gt; University Science campus, and guys from different  pure Science and applied sciences department was shocked looking at a girl driving a BULLET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3.I remember the one and only state bus “904” that use to go till University from my place and many students waited at their respective stops to catch that bus. It was a  1hour and 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; journey with almost no space for air inside the bus, still we enjoyed the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. There use to be a handsome guy at the Mathematics department, on whom me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shravanthi&lt;/span&gt; had a crush, and it was a challenge between both of us as who can first talk to him, and I made sure that ,I not only did friendship with him I made sure that  he waits for me at the bus stop, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5.Once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sujata&lt;/span&gt; had to buy a matching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Dupatta&lt;/span&gt; for her new dress, so all of us thought of joining her for her Rs 30 shopping, the shopkeeper thought he was getting a number of customer but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;…….. it was after so much of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chik&lt;/span&gt;, we bought only a Rs 30 worth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dupatta&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6.I and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Swathi&lt;/span&gt; were doing a small part time job, she was with “DECCAN CHRONICLE” and I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt; Teacher at the same time was giving programmes at AIR. We went to shopping malls for window shopping and told each other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; our plans of buying all good dresses once we started earning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Many more memories which is beyond the scope of my patience to type , but I miss all those days when we din’t have money in pocket still we had dream to buy every thing, now we have money, credit cards and debit cards but no friends to freak out. So many different types of dresses, but no friends to appreciate when I wear and go out. Bus use to be packed up with all friends and now we can afford a Car but no friends,we drive it all alone. I wish I get those days back which is IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-1883957018647920886?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/1883957018647920886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=1883957018647920886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1883957018647920886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1883957018647920886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-university-days.html' title='I MISS UNIVERSITY DAYS.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-4093484287308477824</id><published>2009-06-04T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:17:34.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY WITH THE NEW GOVERNMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/Sih93G9JCmI/AAAAAAAABqU/JZvYepADW_M/s1600-h/in%257Dinc.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343659343588428386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/Sih93G9JCmI/AAAAAAAABqU/JZvYepADW_M/s400/in%257Dinc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how many of us are really happy with the new government, but i am really happy with the steps, targets/goals that they have set up for themselves, and look the energy of the the leaders, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;implement&lt;/span&gt; it within 100 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;1. NATIONAL IDENTITY CARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;2.RICE FOR Rs 3 FOR THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;POORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;3. BRINGING THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt; BACK TO INDIA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; HELD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;SOMEWHERE ELSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;4.NATIONAL SECURITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;5.FOOD AND HEALTH CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;These were the main concern that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pooped&lt;/span&gt; on the TV screen, i am sure they have more in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;They have just set their goals and already the government officers have started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;implementing&lt;/span&gt; them, recently the SIM of 6 Reliance customers were deactivated in J&amp;amp;K. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;High court&lt;/span&gt; judge of Punjab was traced in accepting bribe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Waw&lt;/span&gt;, i appreciate the efficiency of this govt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-4093484287308477824?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/4093484287308477824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=4093484287308477824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4093484287308477824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4093484287308477824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-with-new-government.html' title='HAPPY WITH THE NEW GOVERNMENT'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/Sih93G9JCmI/AAAAAAAABqU/JZvYepADW_M/s72-c/in%257Dinc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-38203205527512517</id><published>2009-06-04T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:49:17.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt; were travelling to office in the cab when he raised the topic of people suffering in Bangladesh with the devastating effects of Hurricane AILA, he was feeling very bad about the people and their sufferings. I know my self, that i am an emotional person , but i dint feel sad about the people suffering over there, suddenly the thought came in my mind that, they are facing the consequences of the sin that they had done, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bangladeshis&lt;/span&gt; come to India and blasts bomb here in my country? is that not bad? do they really feel bad about it? so even i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to pity on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What ever they build through out the year, one such hurricane washes away every thing leaving them to live in poverty. India has never participated in any war until someone really bothers our peace, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why today we are the rich among our neighbouring countries. God has blessed us with all powers he has and today we are in the race of super power countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If today India has gained respect in the international &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;community&lt;/span&gt;, the reason behind is hard working men and women, who believe in "live and let others live", we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; bother any body, neither we think of going and planting bombs in other countries. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pakistanis&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bangladeshis&lt;/span&gt; read this carefully, if you or your government &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; stop this act of disturbing India's growth, believe me even you people will never prosper, and the best example is the hurricane every year in Bangladesh and the everlasting tension in Pakistan between the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Government&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-38203205527512517?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/38203205527512517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=38203205527512517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/38203205527512517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/38203205527512517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-i-say-something-wrong.html' title='DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG?'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-8327956764094841194</id><published>2009-05-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:39:25.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG LIVE DC, LONG LIVE LALIT MODI, LONG LIVE IPL, LONG LIVE INDIA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/ShrJMPol26I/AAAAAAAABqM/YrKhRI9HmfI/s1600-h/DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/ShrJMPol26I/AAAAAAAABqM/YrKhRI9HmfI/s400/DC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339801520393542562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Deccan Chargers the unstoppables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/HCL/Desktop/DC.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am proud once again being an Indian, Yesterday Deccan Charges won the &lt;/span&gt;IPL&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; 2009, the whole world had INDIA in their mind through out the series of &lt;/span&gt;IPL&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Andhra&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pradesh&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; had made its identity in the &lt;/span&gt;IPL&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;. Look at the closing ceremony, &lt;/span&gt;Kathrina's&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; dance on the "&lt;/span&gt;JAI&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; HO" the costumes, &lt;/span&gt;designed&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; by Indian &lt;/span&gt;deziners&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, the "MISS &lt;/span&gt;IPL&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; 2009 SA" contest all the outfit worn had &lt;/span&gt;indian&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; bright colours. Every thing about the &lt;/span&gt;IPL&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; has made India proud. Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;Lalit&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Modi&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, the man who is behind this spectacular &lt;/span&gt;entertainment&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India and Indians have made a place in the minds and hearts of &lt;/span&gt;millions&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. I want every Indian to keep up the focus, and the focus should be to become the super power.Long live all those who believe in dreaming high for the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-8327956764094841194?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/8327956764094841194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=8327956764094841194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8327956764094841194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8327956764094841194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-live-dc-long-live-lalit-modi-long.html' title='LONG LIVE DC, LONG LIVE LALIT MODI, LONG LIVE IPL, LONG LIVE INDIA.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/ShrJMPol26I/AAAAAAAABqM/YrKhRI9HmfI/s72-c/DC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-1332976567323449400</id><published>2009-05-18T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:26:29.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARENTS WHOM I RESPECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I Respect these parents….&lt;br /&gt;I met many parents , among all of them I really respect three , I found a common thing among these parents, “do and die for their children” for these mom’s and dad’s their children is their world, no matter what ever they have to sacrifice, what ever they do is just to see the smiling face of their children.&lt;br /&gt;I see parents sacrificing many things for their daughters and son’s, I respect and appreciate them for that, but then nothing is great in that, every parents does that, did they do any thing out of the box to see the child happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I know three parents who really do things out of the box to bring smile on the child’s face. First in the list is mr and mrs Kashyap, they are my class mates parents, the family is a Haryanvi brahman, for them caste really matters, but just for their son’s happiness and will, they agreed to make a telugu girl as their daughter in law, going against all social stigma, for them more than family and caste was their son’s smiling face, they find a happy world when the son is happy.now Kapil and Dipthi are happy couple and they love their respective inlaws very much.&lt;br /&gt;Second is my best friends parents, she is very very ambitious girl and is least bothered about what others will think about not getting married yet. On the other side her parents lives in an orthodox society where more than career,marriage is important, people still believes that marriage is a great achievement, but then her parents are with Swathi and supports her dreams. In any public gathereing I am sure people do ask her parents about why she is not marrying, but then they are happy with their daughter decission because there is where she is happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Third is my parents, i am 26 years old and right age to marry, but then for me, existence of love is very important before marriage, so I asked time from them and there is no dead line, I want to love a man, miss his absence, only then I would marry him, because I just cant live with some one whom I don’t love.  People in indian society are soooooo orthodox that they don’t understand the fact that a girl can also have dreams. Few of my very close friends said that “love automatically happens after marriage ,in arranged marriage” I think that becomes an obligation to love some one because you don’t have any other option, and I don’t respect this love, infact its not love. I know all my parents friends says in their absence, that they are living on their daughters money, but who will tell them that its my choice to wait for the right person. My parents love to see me happy, they want me to live my life the way I want it, so they damn care for what others say…..&lt;br /&gt;I bow thousands times in front of these parents for whom smile on the childs face is world to them. I pity on those children whose parents think of the society first and then take decission, if society is soo important for them then they had no rights to become parents. I really wish every son and daugher are blessed with parents  who least care for society.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-1332976567323449400?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/1332976567323449400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=1332976567323449400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1332976567323449400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1332976567323449400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/05/parents-whom-i-respect.html' title='PARENTS WHOM I RESPECT'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-6768275814439594048</id><published>2009-05-18T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:01:20.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THE SOCIETY THAT I AM LIVING IN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes i really hate the society where i am living in........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the elders here, marriage is like a great achievement its valued more than a great career, more than annual appraisal in the company, more than a degree course from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IIM&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IIT&lt;/span&gt;. Impossible people, uncivilized, uncultured, stagnated mentality, i hate them. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand, from where do they get time to think about the neighbour's daughter? at the same time i feel proud, because i am the thought of every household in my locality. What ever it is, let the whole world say every bad things about me, i am least bothered about my marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I agree to the fact that even i want to have my family but let the time come, just because people want me to get married i just cant marry any one i get to know, i have my set of expectation, until i am comfortable living with some one i wont marry, i promise myself to give a life where more than money and property would be UNCONDITIONAL love, like the way i saw in  my parents. I want my children to take me as an idol to lead their life in future, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to end up in  living with a person, just for the sake of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My good friend suggested me to get married because in arrange marriage, love happens later, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; agree to it, because by chance that person happens to not meet my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;expectation,&lt;/span&gt; then life becomes hell and later in the life if i get to meet a person with all those qualities i would feel sorry for not waiting for him, and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to see my self in a situation where i cant live neither can leave the person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; whom i am bound to live, just because of the F....k society and of it F...K  culture. I have decided and promised myself to be single rather to get involved in a compromising situation, top of every thing i cant allow a person to touch me whom i cant/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-6768275814439594048?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/6768275814439594048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=6768275814439594048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6768275814439594048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6768275814439594048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-society-that-i-am-living-in.html' title='I HATE THE SOCIETY THAT I AM LIVING IN'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-8859683202424200198</id><published>2009-05-12T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:10:25.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT OSAMA TO READ THIS.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;After listening to 5 to 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vedios&lt;/span&gt; and tapes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Osama&lt;/span&gt; bin laden (most hated person in the world) in you tube, i feel like writing this blog, with the hope that he reads this one day. I want to say him that all those speeches that he gives to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jihadis&lt;/span&gt; are really motivating ones to die and kill in the name of Allah and Islam. I am not against the religion because no religion preaches to kill innocent people, its he who is preaching wrong things among the young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; men. According to him killing and sacrificing life is getting heaven, if that is the case why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; he the first person to die? if he really believes in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt; and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strictly&lt;/span&gt; follows it why is he sending others for all those terror attacks, why not he? I am sure its no where written in any holy book in the world that killing people will bring heaven, its he who is trying to be God. All those tear drops of million of people who is directly or indirectly affected by him will take him to hell, today he is enjoying the status of the most wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt;, must be laughing at home thinking people are afraid of him, but then he should not forget what happened to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Saddam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hussein&lt;/span&gt;........ if not the government of the world, Allah will punish him for killing people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I really wish he and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jihadis&lt;/span&gt; reads this blog. I am not afraid of them i fear only god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-8859683202424200198?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/8859683202424200198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=8859683202424200198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8859683202424200198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8859683202424200198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-osama-to-read-this.html' title='I WANT OSAMA TO READ THIS.........'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-1320055784524287882</id><published>2009-05-10T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:02:15.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM OPTIMSTIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; believe that life is a rose plant, where we have thorns every here and there, and only few roses, I mean, more of sorrows and less happiness, and its really very very hard to fulfill all your dreams  to come true in now a days world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I was not the same six years back, I had dreams, I was happy, I was friendly to every one I met, made friends with every one, missed college fun on Sundays, missed the fun in the university campus, and what not, I was truly very very happy, I had a source of income just few hundreds rupees to take care of my daily expenses, I believed strongly in true love, where missing him intensified my love for him more than before. I believed that true love is always respected and admired in the world. I had strong believe that hard work reaps good result………so, I had confidence in me that what ever I was doing was right and the rest of the world who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;din&lt;/span&gt;’t believe on what I was following or believing was wrong. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I a 26 years old and 2 months later I will be living on this earth for 27 years, believes that I was really fool 6 years back, to be so good and believing on good things, respecting moral values, and ignoring wrong things. Today I have no dreams, each day is filled with lots of tensions, I remain stranger to every one I meet, I wait for weekends to be at home, and I love to miss the set target by boss, in other words just doing every thing that I am assigned to do on this earth. I earn more than what I actually need. Today I believe that in the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century true love is only found in fairy tales, no one has got the time to miss you, and if you miss some one it’s the most foolish thing that one can do. Life thought me, hard work is done by brainless people, and smart work is appreciated. The 1st paragraph is just opposite to the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; paragraph, though I realized the bitter reality of life, but still I love the life of the first Para. I pray god to whip his magic wand and take the world back to where Love, Emotions, Friendship, Honesty, Brotherhood, Respect for each other, etc. is appreciated. I know god does that( whips his magic wand) on few people who have faith on him, it did happen to me, I have a good friend, I am rewarded and recognized for my hard work at office, few of my  dreams did come true, now waiting for few more things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-1320055784524287882?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/1320055784524287882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=1320055784524287882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1320055784524287882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1320055784524287882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-optimstic.html' title='I AM OPTIMSTIC'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-5333703876262858297</id><published>2009-04-29T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:34:30.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SECULAR INDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this the day for which God created this beautiful Earth? Every where i see, i  see human killing other human.I need not go very far, just look at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Srilanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, mass human killing, and the reason? simple, just they want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tamil's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; in their country. Its been so many years , i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; even remember that Mr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Prabhakaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; is fighting for the rights of the Tamils in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Srilanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; find him doing any thing wrong in asking for the rights, its only the way he has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;choosed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; is wrong.......Had the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Srilankan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; government given equal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; to every body irrespective of their nationalities, there would have been no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Prabhakaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LTTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, no mass human &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That was not it and just i see towards Pakistan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aeriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; bombing to swipe out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Taliban's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; from their hideouts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; know how many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Taliban's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; are killed but innocent people are suffering in this act of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pakistani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; government. If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; was strict from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; terror and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, i am sure, the present situation would not have been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I thank God that i am an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, which is secular and every one is heard if not soon little late, its only in India that every religion enjoys equal right, every one enjoys the power of selecting their own leader. Forgetting what ever happened in the past, like all those Hindu Muslim riots,because now people started realising, that fighting for religion will not fetch happy life, its only good education, respect for each other, working together, is the only way to become a super power. I would write that every country should learn from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; the way different people from different religion lives here as neighbours and help each other in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-5333703876262858297?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/5333703876262858297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=5333703876262858297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/5333703876262858297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/5333703876262858297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/04/secular-india.html' title='SECULAR INDIA'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-867871906547459214</id><published>2009-04-15T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:38:46.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I COULD NOT CASTE MY VOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes i could not caste my vote today, i took all the pains to search the polling booth for my area, then when i went there they could not find my name there, so there was no way that i can vote, i was deprived of my fundamental right. Later i found the reason was, because when they came for the verification we moved from the place where we lived earlier. If this the way our election commission works, i am sure only 30% of the citizens do caste Vote and 70% of them just accept who ever comes to power.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now a days at least one member of every family lives in some other part of the country for better job option, where as his/her name still appears in the place of birth, this is not how it should work, as long as we have a voters card/PAN card/PASSPORT, we should be eligible to vote in any part of the country. I am really very sad that i could not vote and select my leader, now, i will have to accept who ever comes to power.Election commission should change the way its currently working.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/india/visakhapatnam/a_aid=e3de3f00"&gt;http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/india/visakhapatnam/a_aid=e3de3f00&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-867871906547459214?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/867871906547459214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=867871906547459214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/867871906547459214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/867871906547459214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-could-not-caste-my-vote.html' title='I COULD NOT CASTE MY VOTE'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-4052363102291479418</id><published>2009-04-14T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:11:30.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIES OF VARIOUS STATES THAT I VISITED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a child i was one of those lucky kids who got the chance to live in different states and cities in India. My father was frequently posted to different cities of different states, I have lived in Assam, Uttar Pradesh, Andhra Pradesh. Westbengal is my birth place and native place , i have been to uttaraanchal too. I liked almost every place because every state and city was different from each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASSAM:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeVAhdfN9OI/AAAAAAAABdo/OK-tHP2_Bh0/s1600-h/assam+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324733078030906594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeVAhdfN9OI/AAAAAAAABdo/OK-tHP2_Bh0/s320/assam+map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I liked Assam because of its greenary, there i experienced the cold winters of north eastern India, I saw fresh vegetables in the market direct from the farms. Mekla saaris still attracts me, it was my first Kendriya Vidyalaya in Assam, i learnt many things from KV BRPL, i got recognisation in many cultural activities, I experienced Riots, saw refugees for the first time, every commodity was so expensive there. I still long to see the bridge over the Brahmaputra, the wide river which has island in between. My first crush in school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;UTTAR PRADESH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeVAzDuU-zI/AAAAAAAABdw/khE_bpMiQaQ/s1600-h/up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324733380352604978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeVAzDuU-zI/AAAAAAAABdw/khE_bpMiQaQ/s320/up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uttar Pradesh didn't leave a good impression on me , We lived there for three years in a city called BAREILLY. People over there are very narrow minded, they value friendship, but women are not very well treated in the family. Being a Bengali learning music is a part of our culture, people heard me practising early morning and asked my mom why do u your daughter learn music? In BAREILLY i first saw a murder on the street, dead body lying on the street near the drain and blood flowing. I was always treated as a out sider in Bareilly. Here i first went to school riding a bicycle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANDHRA PRADESH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeU6FlLOzsI/AAAAAAAABc4/UfPnXlDd8k4/s1600-h/andhra-pradesh-map.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324726001988456130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeU6FlLOzsI/AAAAAAAABc4/UfPnXlDd8k4/s320/andhra-pradesh-map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;VISAKHAPATNAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324730618451815490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeU-SS13bEI/AAAAAAAABdg/kiBdHfN7G4A/s320/IMG_4609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am still living here from the last &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twenty years ,I live in Visakhapatnam, most of my education was here, thank god that i got to go to good reputated college and UNIVERSITY. (Andhra University), this city has given me many good friends and of course my best friend. I owe to this city, this city gave me the oppertunity to earn money. Visakhapatnam is a lovely place u name something and u find it here, Hills, Ocean, Forest, Wild life sanctuary,good educational institutions, heavy industries, star hotels, and of course helping people. I never felt that i am not a TELUGU speaking person, all those people whom i ever met in Vizag treated me the way they would treat a Telugu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAJAHMUNDRY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a dist. in AP where i spent SIX months of my life and six months is really very small time to understand people and the life in the city. One thing i like about this city is people are very hard working when i was there in 1997, it was a small town, i went there again in 2004 and this time i saw a metamorphised City, with good number of hotels, well constructed apartments, tourism, good roads. i was surprised to see such a drastic change within six years. RIVER GODAVARY attracts me a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HYDERABAD:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeU628vwaQI/AAAAAAAABdA/OiHZUsrkaOY/s1600-h/hyd+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324726850129258754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeU628vwaQI/AAAAAAAABdA/OiHZUsrkaOY/s320/hyd+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lived here for fifteen months and i saw drastic changes in me, i became very professional, indipendent, life taught me almost every thing , i enjoyed the corporate life here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEST BENGAL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeU7m1_DKqI/AAAAAAAABdI/Kfq60eprLJ4/s1600-h/piku+n+tultuli+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324727672948075170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeU7m1_DKqI/AAAAAAAABdI/Kfq60eprLJ4/s320/piku+n+tultuli+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmmm....Its my native place, native place of my parents, grand parents, and great grand parents....i am not at all comfortable living here because of its population and pollution, extremely fast life and lack of english education (10 years back). Politics is a very interesting topic among bengalis, i find my self stranger in my native place. My parents can leave me alone for any place that i like to go to, apart from KOLKATA. With all its negatives i still love to visit Kolkata frequently, i love the small villages, Earthern huts, so many ponds, the music in the air, Robindro songeet, Rich bengali culture and of course the sweet language.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeU8fXvHyQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/FBut57RIsCU/s1600-h/IMG+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324728644080748802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeU8fXvHyQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/FBut57RIsCU/s320/IMG+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crowded Howrah Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UTTARANCHAL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324729902818746178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SeU9oo5pX0I/AAAAAAAABdY/Z6_oJgyRss0/s320/naini.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to NAINITAAL for only a visit after my 10 std board exam. 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I would danced with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;peppy&lt;/span&gt; numbers of the DJ holding his hands, getting lost in a romantic mood, i would find myself so protected with him, he would ask me to stay for a while "please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thori&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;der&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ruk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jao&lt;/span&gt;", he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; always miss me, like i would do in his absence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Offffff&lt;/span&gt;.......... huh.........i know life is more of thorns than roses. I can't compromise my love just for one simple DJ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;, there will be lots of DJ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nite's&lt;/span&gt; in future but then, love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt; only once and i will be very careful to shower my love on a deserving person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://affiliate.wutravel.com/affiliate/scripts/sb.php?a_aid=e3de3f00&amp;amp;a_bid=0e347153" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wutravel.com/?&amp;amp;a_aid=e3de3f00&amp;amp;a_bid=0e347153" alt="compare hotel price more than 40 sites"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banners.wutravel.com/20080812/cheap-hotel-price.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-810424565228479244?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/810424565228479244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=810424565228479244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/810424565228479244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/810424565228479244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-male-lover.html' title='Miss a male lover'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-7920703324617128722</id><published>2009-04-06T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:46:13.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate those who dont respect women.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It was really very very bad and shame on our part that we still live among those people who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; respect women, her feelings, her self respect. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; is all over in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; when the whole world saw a 17 year old girl was beaten by a man (this happens only when Taliban is in power) in Pakistan. Shameless people, just because she refused to get married? i feel like using all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;profanities&lt;/span&gt; that exist on this earth, for the community that encourages all this inhuman activity on women, do they forget at a later age, that life on this earth continues only because of women? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I really appreciate the courage and boldness of Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Manmohan&lt;/span&gt; Singh, who openly used the word "EPICENTRE" for Pakistan who encourages all inhuman activities, out of which the most important is TERRORISM. He said "Pakistan is the EPICENTRE of terrorism" very true, i would add one more "Its EPICENTRE where all inhuman activities are manufactured", how dare a 17 year girl can be beaten publicly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-7920703324617128722?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/7920703324617128722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=7920703324617128722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7920703324617128722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7920703324617128722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/04/hate-those-who-dont-respect-women.html' title='Hate those who dont respect women.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-1661802051784254073</id><published>2009-04-04T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:42:26.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserving candidate for th epost of PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Its the election time and again a big headache whom to vote? for me the deserving candidate for the post of PM should have the following characteristics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1. He should be a public ICON,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2.He should be physically and mentally very well balanced, away from any illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3. People would love to listen to him/her at rallies (not boring speeches)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4. He should be very much focused on India's economic development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5. His first focus should be on projects like "ANTI-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TERRORISM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6.He need not be an experienced person in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;, but should be a good human &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7.He should focus on projects that improves the condition of the farmers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I am looking for all these criteria, i really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; want any old man as a leader of this country, who cant even take care of themselves, what will they care or can do for the country? I really want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RAHUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; GANDHI to be the PM this time, i wish OMAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ABDULLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; was one among &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;contestant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; for the PM post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-1661802051784254073?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/1661802051784254073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=1661802051784254073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1661802051784254073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1661802051784254073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/04/deserving-candidate-for-th-epost-of-pm.html' title='Deserving candidate for th epost of PM'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-2238065008978287608</id><published>2009-03-25T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:10:01.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM UPSET ON OUR LEADERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dubai has always been a dream land for me,i have come to know about this city from many sources, National geography channel's programme " Mega structure" is the one which has made me go mad about Dubai, with its film on the "PROJECT WORLD", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waw&lt;/span&gt; it was amazing, i never knew, that leaders of Dubai are so much focused on their economic development, they very well know the future ,when all the Oil wells will dry, they have turned the future towards tourism industry and before the wells dry, they started working to achieve their goals. I appreciate the Sultan for such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forecast&lt;/span&gt;, i bow in front of him with respect. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; our leaders make India the powerful country, Oil is the source of Dubai's income and food (Agricultural products ) is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;India's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;, i am sure every human in this world first thinks of buying food before going to an oil station, so in that context India should be richer than Dubai. Unfortunately agricultural sector faces every natural calamity, every bribes, Farmers suicide, what not it faces...........Its really shame on our part that we select such leaders who just want to have the seat. If the central govt starts funding for projects like converting unused land for cultivation i am sure even the deserts will produce food for the world and even India will have rich man made places like Palm island may be more beautiful than that. I have faith on India's educational system which produces scientists and engineers who can make India rich and of course Worlds most beautiful Country.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" src="http://affiliate.wutravel.com/affiliate/scripts/sb.php?a_aid=e3de3f00&amp;amp;a_bid=0a69d403" width="1" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OVERFLOW: hidden; BORDER-LEFT: #000 1px solid; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #cd0101; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 460px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" onclick="top.location='http://www.wutravel.com/?&amp;amp;a_aid=e3de3f00&amp;amp;a_bid=0a69d403'" align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://banners.wutravel.com/20080812/smiling_girl.gif" width="120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;Search 30+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;travel sites&lt;br /&gt;at ONCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt; 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PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: #f3eede; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; HEIGHT: 21px"&gt;&lt;a style="PADDING-LEFT: 3px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #000000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.wutravel.com/hotels/singapore/singapore/?&amp;amp;a_aid=e3de3f00&amp;amp;a_bid=0a69d403"&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 87px" align="left"&gt;Singapore -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; WIDTH: 27px; COLOR: #cd0101" align="right"&gt;$45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-2238065008978287608?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/2238065008978287608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=2238065008978287608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2238065008978287608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2238065008978287608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-upset-on-our-leaders.html' title='I AM UPSET ON OUR LEADERS'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-4954633757739155812</id><published>2009-03-24T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:43:19.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME THE NANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have got the habbit of switching between differtent news cahnnel  during commercial breaks, today when I was doing the same i felt so proud again to be an Indian, which is giving the world the cheapest car, in the times of economic  slow down. Had Ms. Mamta Banerjee undestood how much name, fame and economic growth it would bring to our country, there would have not been so much chaos at Shingur. Nano’s launch is a lesson to all those people who were against it in west Bengal.Good things will always have its impact in this world, people will always appreciate it and will always welcome it. Now where will the opponents hide their faces? Its really shame on our part that we have such people representatives in  the country who never realises the importance of what will bring name, fame and Money to the country, but believe on riots.&lt;br /&gt;Look at Nano and its grand launch, leaving behind all controversies its now about to run on the roads. I really hate all those people who come in between the economic growth of India, it clearly shows that they are least bothered  about the Country, they don’t see the dream of India as super power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-4954633757739155812?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/4954633757739155812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=4954633757739155812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4954633757739155812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4954633757739155812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-nano.html' title='WELCOME THE NANO'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-7309824715465986567</id><published>2009-03-16T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:03:30.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IS GOD GREAT OR THE PLANETS, WHOM GOD CREATED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently i have been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kolkata&lt;/span&gt;, my favourite city with all its drawbacks. There i went to meet an Astrologer, who is practicing astrology, palmistry and what not from the last 35 years. i was so impressed with every minute details that he said about my past, which he reminded me though i forgot them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;. he reminded me of a burn that i had when i was a kid, he also told me about all those problems that i am facing presently, which were all true.He did say me about the future which has a happy life after 2011. All together i was happy and sad both ,when i came out of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;counselling&lt;/span&gt; room. He did mention that planet Saturn is not allowing good things to come to me, it sometimes is taking me to do wrong things also, but then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jupiter&lt;/span&gt; is saving me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these planets for me are just celestial bodies, that are revolving around the sun and constitute the Solar system, and these planets were creation of the BIG BANG THEORY as per my 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; std science text book, and as per my Granny's stories these planets are all creation of God. I really wonder how come a planet decide the fate of a person? i wonder how come they make us do good or bad? i wonder how come these rocks become more powerful than God who created them? if it is so why do we go to temple to worship different God? why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; we worship all those Astrologers or those revolving mass of Rocks? I believe on God, and i will not wear any stones that i was suggested to put on.........what i believe is in karma, i do good ,i get good result and i do bad in turn bad will happen to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-7309824715465986567?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/7309824715465986567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=7309824715465986567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7309824715465986567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7309824715465986567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-god-great-or-planets-who-are-gods.html' title='IS GOD GREAT OR THE PLANETS, WHOM GOD CREATED?'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-5616871175639141507</id><published>2009-03-03T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:56:35.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAMELESS PAKISTANI GOVERNMENT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really liked what Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chidambaram&lt;/span&gt; said today, " Pakistan is riding on a tiger, and it will pounce on you when you least expect about it" i think this was what he said if i am not wrong.............what ever it is, Pakistani Government should be ashamed of what happened on their own soil, "ATTACK ON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SRILANKAN&lt;/span&gt; CRICKETERS", I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand how come the government tolerates the terrorist on their land? how come they gave Taliban's shelter on their SWAT region? are they not afraid that the whole world will spit on them, they will get less tourist, their trade will be in danger, Pakistani nationals will go through extra verification before entering other countries, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pakistani&lt;/span&gt; government will be called as in-efficient, Students will be deprived of studies, no sports activity will take place on their soil, etc.etc....... I am very sure even the Pakistani govt. is after Jihad and promotes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Terrorist&lt;/span&gt; groups, who are involved in Jihad, they are least bothered about the future of the country and its citizen............thank god i was not born in that country where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt; rule the streets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind saying the govt. of Pakistan shameless, i know they deserve more bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;criticism&lt;/span&gt; than this, how can they ignore the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;elements&lt;/span&gt; on their soil? do they think they can make the world fool, by saying that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have enough evidence to destabilize the terrorist organisation in their country? I am sure every morning the prime minister gets call from few of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;terrorists&lt;/span&gt; wishing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;good morning&lt;/span&gt;, inviting him on lunch, having chat over the weekends like very close friends. "SHAMELESS GOVERNMENT" is what i can think of at this point of time if any body reads and wants to comment, they can use better words to best describe the Pakistani Govt. in one word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-5616871175639141507?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/5616871175639141507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=5616871175639141507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/5616871175639141507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/5616871175639141507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/03/shameless-pakistani-government.html' title='SHAMELESS PAKISTANI GOVERNMENT.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-8936700489354494034</id><published>2009-02-23T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:01:40.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I APPRECIATE SAHARA'S INITIATIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a long time some one came up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sponsoring&lt;/span&gt; other games apart from cricket. I appreciate Sahara's initiative to promote the Boxers and the Wrestlers, this will encourage more boys and girls to think beyond books. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Already India has established its fame with A R &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rehman&lt;/span&gt; best music, best Song, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rasul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pakkuty's&lt;/span&gt; best sound mixing, We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt; are not behind any thing name it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt; are there with an innovative idea, its only that we lack motivation, there are self motivated people, but most of us needs encouragement and motivation, so i request all the capitalist to please motivate the best talent of this country to be the super power in every field that exist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-8936700489354494034?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/8936700489354494034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=8936700489354494034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8936700489354494034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8936700489354494034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/02/i.html' title='I APPRECIATE SAHARA&apos;S INITIATIVE'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-8142555923813464923</id><published>2009-02-23T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:50:35.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM FLATTERED....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think i am upset, because i am 26 years old and still dint get the Mr. Perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; whom i can spend the rest of my life, but yes sometimes when i see my other peers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;buddy's&lt;/span&gt; holding their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;life partners&lt;/span&gt; hand and walk around, i miss a male partner beside me, on whose shoulders i can put my head and shed tears when i am sad and hang around on weekends , share all joys and sorrows for the rest of the life. I am still awaiting for a Mr. Perfect.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;I was discussing this with one my childhood class mates, Ajay.....he feels that i am upset about it but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think so.I got every thing late in life, but i got better than what others achieved, so i am sure my Mr. perfect is busy at his own work like me and God has certainly planned for the day when both of us will meet. Ajay said "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arpita&lt;/span&gt; i feel u are upset about not having a male partner, i will tell you something, girls are like flowers on a tree, the best ones at the top and better ones in the middle and the worst ones lying on the ground or about to fall, so guys goes and pick up those flowers who are easily accessible and admire the flowers on the top of the tree from the ground, because they fear to reach them as they may fall and hurt themselves, but the flowers at the top, feels as they have some problem because all fallen and rotten flowers get the guys not the flowers at the top, So my dear friend you are one of those flowers on the top of the tree."..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;I am really flattered with those words, i never got such heart touching compliment from any guy till date. Where were you Ajay all these days, had i known you before i would have recognised my qualities as one of those best girls, no one told me before you that i am one of those flowers on the top of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-8142555923813464923?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/8142555923813464923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=8142555923813464923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8142555923813464923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;सपने मैं दिखाती नहीं, क्यूंकि उनका टूटना महसूस करती हूँ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;अनजान रास्तों पर चलती नहीं, खो जान इसे मैं डरती हूँ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;अनजान रास्तों को चुनने से दूसरों को मैं रोकती हूँ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;खुद को दूर रखती हूँ,महफिल में अकेली रहती हूँ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;कोई दोस्त बनके भुला ना दे इस बात से मैं डरती हूँ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;बगीचे से फूलों  को मैं चुनती हूँ, उनके पल में murjhane के दर से, उन्हें सिर्फ निहारती हूँ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;दोस्तों की तृष्णा मिटाती हूँ, तृष्णा मिट ते ही चले जायेंगे,इस बात पर खुद से खफा रहती हूँ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-8550433679143048786?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/8550433679143048786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=8550433679143048786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8550433679143048786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8550433679143048786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-poem.html' title='New Poem'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-2006421227542234550</id><published>2009-02-19T19:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:34:36.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream came true</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Today when i was returning from my office after the night shift, saw small school children with eyes drooping carrying heavy bag of books, i thought of my school days. As a child i always dreamt of a school which would open in the evening teachers will come to class in the midnight, a play ground full of lights, and by the end of the day ( i mean end of the night) day breaks and i am back to home. I never like getting up early in the morning, i still hate it, i am a typical nocturnal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt; School days passed without any change in the schedule, i went for B.Sc to a Missionary Women's college which was worst than a school, when i realised that i enjoyed much more as a school student than as a college teenager, the real fun was my "UNIVERSITY DAYS", though the official timing was 10.00 am, but it runs according to your own decisions, no one would question you if you are not attending the classes, the break was for 1 hr, that's official ,it can be extended if you want to, go for part time job or go for any other course. Life was real fun in "ANDHRA UNIVERSITY" Campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt; My dream of not getting up early did come true, it turned out to be real when i joined the BPO sector, now life is going the way i wanted, no early to bed early to rise concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-2006421227542234550?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/2006421227542234550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=2006421227542234550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2006421227542234550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2006421227542234550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dream-came-true.html' title='My Dream came true'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-2510810944646736983</id><published>2009-02-17T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:11:51.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAKISTANS FUTURE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SZt8QMTWEpI/AAAAAAAABZI/6wQO3IxJBj0/s1600-h/pakistan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303969603781005970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SZt8QMTWEpI/AAAAAAAABZI/6wQO3IxJBj0/s320/pakistan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally Pakistan had to bow in front of the Talibans, i really recommend the government of pakistan to wear Borkhas like women and sit at home helping their respective wives, daughter and mothers. I do agree to what Mr. Pranab Mukherjee said to media, Taliban is a terroist organisation and Pakistan should fight against them, its an organisation that is threat to the whole world, now that it has got the Pakistan Govt's partial support, they will acess the authority of the Nuclear wepons that Pakistan has and.....................God save the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pity on the future of Pakistan where education will be denied to women, more young's will be encouraged to be a Jihadi. Pakistan will be looked upon as a country that supports terroist and terror.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is not yet over, i request the Pakistani Govt to cooperate with the whole world and instead of sheltering the Talibans and other terroists, hand them over to the international community.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-2510810944646736983?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/2510810944646736983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=2510810944646736983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2510810944646736983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/2510810944646736983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/02/pakistans-future.html' title='PAKISTANS FUTURE.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SZt8QMTWEpI/AAAAAAAABZI/6wQO3IxJBj0/s72-c/pakistan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-3349422759553634036</id><published>2009-02-16T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:10:05.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship, a beautiful gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As a child i always hated to have friends, because i was always cheated, by one or the other. I was approached only when i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt;, it could be for any reason, it could be for a book, homework, to play with my toys etc. when i wanted the same from the same person i was never helped. That was not the end, i was even disturbed at my scheduled work, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;. i missed my homework, there are many stories that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; not write down in open page. Finally i thought i will never be a good friend to any one, neither i will allow any body to be my friend. Gradually i completed my Graduation and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Andhra&lt;/span&gt; university, for my M.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sc&lt;/span&gt;, where i found a similar girl like me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Swathi&lt;/span&gt; was also a like me, helped others with every means and resource that she had, but when it was her turn to get something from others, people went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now me ans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Swathi&lt;/span&gt; are very good friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; best friends, i know she always wants my good future. i finally found a friend who asks less but gives more, she never disturbs me at my work, we seldom talk, we meet once in a year, share our goods and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bads&lt;/span&gt;, both of us are busy at our respective careers. I realise that priority changes with time so i never complaint why she is not calling me, or why she asks  to call me later (when she is busy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is called a true friend ship where both the friends realise the importance of each others career, though the friend is not prior any more, still they talk over weekends, though they are apart for jobs, still they miss each other, they wish on each others Birthday, and the most important is they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; expect from each other rather they want the friend to get the best in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One of the best gifts that i got in my life from God is my very true friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SWATHI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-3349422759553634036?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/3349422759553634036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=3349422759553634036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/3349422759553634036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/3349422759553634036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship-beautiful-gift.html' title='Friendship, a beautiful gift.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-6984812438995626041</id><published>2009-02-12T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:10:51.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A must watch vedio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQmz6Rbpnu0&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.orkut.co.in/FavoriteVideoView.aspx?uid=10567588516205941343&amp;amp;ad=1234155871&amp;amp;uit=/Home.aspx"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQmz6Rbpnu0&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.orkut.co.in/FavoriteVideoView.aspx?uid=10567588516205941343&amp;amp;ad=1234155871&amp;amp;uit=/Home.aspx&lt;/a&gt; Must watch vedio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-6984812438995626041?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/6984812438995626041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=6984812438995626041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6984812438995626041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6984812438995626041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/02/must-watch-vedio.html' title='A must watch vedio'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-6524167783938453270</id><published>2009-02-11T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:00:22.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't have the right to fall in love, if you can't go against.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today i am going to attend one of my class mates marriage. He was my childhood friend, we are good friends. He is a North Indian, born to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kashyap&lt;/span&gt; family, marrying a South Indian girl. I really appreciate the families of  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kapil&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dipthi&lt;/span&gt;, i wish all children are blessed with parents like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kapils&lt;/span&gt;, his parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; care for what the family members will say them for the whole life, for them it was their son's happiness that bothered much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 90% of the parents give importance to their fake pride that has nothing to do in long run, its ultimately the children who will look after them not their immediate relatives or friends, so why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; they look for their children happiness. Sick parents, Sick society, i should say all  are sick and stagnated who believe in caste system, and even those young girls and boys who cannot dare to go against this social barrier of caste system. I should say that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even have the right to fall in love if they cannot go against their parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-6524167783938453270?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/6524167783938453270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=6524167783938453270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6524167783938453270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6524167783938453270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-have-right-to-fall-in-love-if-you.html' title='Don&apos;t have the right to fall in love, if you can&apos;t go against.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-3186183894901308367</id><published>2009-02-11T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:40:24.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW WAY FOR JIHAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jihadis&lt;/span&gt; of the world, what are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;upto&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you have any thing else to do? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you feel like living in peace? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you feel like going to college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; different subjects? bringing name for your parents? i am sure u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like to live like normal human being, u like to see others in pain, you get satisfaction seeing streams of blood, women becoming widow, and children becoming orphan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am very sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jihadis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a human heart.........else they would have used their brain to love every human being, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fear the supreme power, they use their intelligence to discover and invent new new forms to create terror. Just today i heard of&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOREST FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" as the new form of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;JIHAd&lt;/span&gt;. Australia is already in the grip of this new form of terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jihadis&lt;/span&gt; think that they will get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANNAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; if they do inhuman things? impossible, i am very sure no holy books teaches or asks to kill other living creature to get heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-3186183894901308367?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/3186183894901308367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=3186183894901308367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/3186183894901308367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/3186183894901308367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-way-for-jihad.html' title='NEW WAY FOR JIHAD.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-287204167454731602</id><published>2009-02-10T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:53:02.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Impartial</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IPL&lt;/span&gt; virus has again gained the potential, its the season for the fever to spread again, look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;budget&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IPL&lt;/span&gt; project, millions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; dollars for the players.When the whole world is in the grip of economic crisis, for them money is like blooming on trees just raise the hand and pluck thousands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;dollars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Why does it happens only with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cricketers&lt;/span&gt;? what did the hockey players, football players, tennis players and badminton players do? are they not working hard to get name and fame for the country? why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; the government give equal respect name and fame to these players, or at least motivate them? Its some times our fault too.... we never even bother to watch any match apart from cricket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I appreciate the Australian govt. where there is equal respect for all kind of sports, they have a national institution of sports where players are trained to face the international players in their respective field of interest, the players are respected as an Engineer from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IIT&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I really dream of a day when the international community will think twice to send their players to face Indian players in what ever game it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-287204167454731602?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/287204167454731602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=287204167454731602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/287204167454731602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/287204167454731602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-impartial.html' title='Be Impartial'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-4062482299680192922</id><published>2009-02-04T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:40:38.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Your Bravery on Criminals, not on children.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just gained faith and respect for the police dept employee, irrespective of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hierarchy&lt;/span&gt; after the bravery that they displayed in the 26/11 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt; attack, but with yesterdays news where i saw a police beating a small girl who just reaches his knees, the faith again fell down. They say that they are assigned for the safety of the citizens, if that is so why there are Bomb blast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt;? why rapes happen? why eve tease happen? why small children are beaten openly? why do murders happen? I should say that instead of raising hand on some one whom they know are weak, they should use their power to stop big big crimes, that spoil the society. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If a police really want to show he is brave and can face life threatening danger, please go and stop the big big crimes from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt;, instead of showing it on children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-4062482299680192922?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/4062482299680192922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=4062482299680192922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4062482299680192922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4062482299680192922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/02/show-your-bravery-on-criminals-not-on.html' title='Show Your Bravery on Criminals, not on children.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-1085504637492109614</id><published>2009-01-31T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:56:24.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dariye acho tumi amar ganer opare. Amar soor guli paye choron, ami pai ne tomare.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;batash bohe mori mori, aar bedhe rekho na tori, esho esho paar hoye mor hridoy majhare...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomar sathe ganer khela doorer khela je, bedona te baashi bajaye, shokol belaye je......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kobe neeye amar bashi, bajabe go aapni aashi, aanondo moye nirob rate nibir aadhare....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dariye acho tumi amar ganer opare......."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabindro nath thakur had written many poems, this is one of th ebest that i know, i love this song of his.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=y8y6nfxPFmA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=y8y6nfxPFmA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is the link to listen to the song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love this song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-1085504637492109614?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/1085504637492109614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=1085504637492109614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1085504637492109614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/1085504637492109614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favourite-song.html' title='My Favourite Song'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-7292223794450318018</id><published>2009-01-28T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:08:21.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can any one answer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just finished reading a blog by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jahed&lt;/span&gt; Ahmed "My experience with ISLAM", where i went through many chapters that he highlighted were from the holy book of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Quran&lt;/span&gt;. He said that there are many things in the book which asks a person to do Jihad, beat women if she is disobedient, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jihadis&lt;/span&gt; would get heaven if they do so, non believers of Islam would go to hell, to convert non followers of Islam to Islam, etc. I have never read the holy book of Q&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uran&lt;/span&gt;, neither i know how true it is? I am very sure these were not the words of the prophet, its the people who modified the real words of the prophet, because no holy book in this world teaches or preaches inhuman activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;At times i am forced to believe what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Javed&lt;/span&gt; Ahmed had written, because that is what happens in Bangladesh and Pakistan with the non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; people, they are not safe in these countries. Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Taslima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nasreen&lt;/span&gt; too agrees the fact. I am forced to believe this when i see Pakistanis, in the name of Jihad is spreading Terror in the world. Why did Taliban did not give women the right to flourish? Why did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;javed&lt;/span&gt; Ahmed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Taslima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nasreen&lt;/span&gt; write against their religion? there are many questions that made me write this blog, so that i get the write answer......I have asked this to many of my Muslim friends but i am yet not satisfied with their explanation, is their any true follower of the holy Book of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Quran&lt;/span&gt;? who really knows what is written actually and explain me the real meaning of Jihad or why is women not given the right, equally like men in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; community?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is the link for the blog "My Experience with Islam": &lt;a href="http://www.mukto-mona.com/Articles/jahed/experience.htm"&gt;http://www.mukto-mona.com/Articles/jahed/experience.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-7292223794450318018?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/7292223794450318018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=7292223794450318018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7292223794450318018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7292223794450318018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-any-one-answer.html' title='Can any one answer?'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-7059267671043523631</id><published>2009-01-06T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:26:40.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR MY NEW CRUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;देखते हैं हम उन्हें, हम अपने ज़ुल्फूं की आर से.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;वो हैं जिन्हें वास्ता नहीं है हमारी मौजूदगी से.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;रहते हैं हर पल मशरूफ वो अपने काम में,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;हम हैं की बस उन्हें निहारतें हैं मन ही मन में.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;कमी नहीं है जिन्दगी में उनके, दोस्तों की,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;खुदा करे हम भी शामिल हो उनके दोस्तों में कभी.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;उन्हें मतलब है अपने काम से, हमें चाह है उनके साथ से.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-7059267671043523631?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/7059267671043523631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=7059267671043523631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7059267671043523631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7059267671043523631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-my-new-crush.html' title='FOR MY NEW CRUSH'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-4267070590043423125</id><published>2009-01-05T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:07:38.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE IS GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mom always says if you pray with pure heart, god will always grant your wish, until today i believe that, and really things happened to me the way i wanted to come ,or happen to me. There were three incident or i can also say them a miracle, in my life ,which made me feel the presence of someone listening to my prayers and granting them as per my wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I can never forget, once i lost my gold chain with a gold pendent while walking on the road, when i came back home it was not there on my neck, the whole night i was just praying god and asked him to do some miracle so that i get the chain back, the next morning i just went on searching on the same road and to my surprise i found it lying . There are two other incident which made me feel the presence of someone, who wants me to smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This blog of mine doesn't mean that one should not believe in hard work, for example if i don't study for exams and pray god to do some miracle to pass me he will never help. It was my chemistry exam the next day when i just sat to take a look at the book suddenly mom was so ill that we had to admit her to the hospital, i dint even get the time to touch the book or look at the formulas, i slept in the hospital and at 4am mom was discharged i took the book in my hand and just prayed god to help me just pass the exam, at that time i wished if some one showed me the question paper and i prepare only on those topics. i selected few topics and wanted only them to be in the question paper, just wanted to pass. To my surprise i found only those question on the question paper, until today i could not understand who made me read only the topics that were in the question paper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I have never seen God or met him personally i don't know how he looks,? old or young? ugly or handsome, male or female? i can only say if i am not wrong in asking something, god will always grant my wish. There are two more very serious problem in my life, and i pray him to take care of it as i know i am asking something which will not harm others, i have full faith on my prayers and believe on him, its only the right time he is waiting for them to shower on me. Yes i am optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-4267070590043423125?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/4267070590043423125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=4267070590043423125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4267070590043423125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4267070590043423125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-is-god.html' title='WHERE IS GOD'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-8876526747690809698</id><published>2008-12-24T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:57:57.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I THANK MY FORE FATHERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was the time of partition of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;, when my grand parents unknown to each others migrated to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; as refugees and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competed&lt;/span&gt; here for bread and roof, my uncles and father were the next generation and now its me the third generation who proudly say we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt;. I thank my grand parents to take that good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; of migrating to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; where they were given equal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt;. Had they went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/span&gt;, i see my father as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;peasant&lt;/span&gt; or a lower grade clerk until retirement without promotion, i see all the ancestral property taken away illegally by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; neighbours, i see my self at home without the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; of higher education, with the fear that any thing bad may happen as i am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hindu&lt;/span&gt; girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I really thank my grand father for staying back in India, where every human is welcomed to flourish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I heard my grand parents saying stories of those days when they were kids, my grand father was the son of a rich &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;zamindaar&lt;/span&gt;, they had acres of land, celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Durga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt; and many more. Grand mother was forcefully brought to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; by her elder brother with the fear that the fundamentalist may abduct her, after she spent few days was with her aunt in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; the news came that her father was killed by the fundamentalists. Its a very emotional incident to write down here. At the end i thank my grand parents for staying back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-8876526747690809698?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/8876526747690809698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=8876526747690809698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8876526747690809698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8876526747690809698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-thank-my-fore-fathers.html' title='I THANK MY FORE FATHERS'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-933495522528333681</id><published>2008-12-24T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:21:59.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Others must learn from India and USA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really mean by what i wrote as the title, "others must learn from India and USA. All of us shall oath for economic development, instead of sitting and thinking of taking revenge on other country for what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; in the past. If we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt; plan to take revenge against European countries for what they did with us in the past we will never, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;succeed&lt;/span&gt; in achieving the economic power.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had just completed reading the book written by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Taslima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nasreen&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LAJJA&lt;/span&gt;", i came to know how, the minorities in her country are treated, still they claim to consider them a secular state, same is the case with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/span&gt;,I, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; this age, never heard of any non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; leader, actor, businessmen, etc from these neighbouring countries. Where as we Indians had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; as the first citizen of India, we have best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; actors in the country, we have also appreciated the best singing talents from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/span&gt; and gave them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to flourish on our soil. All this is because we give importance to the brain, the creativity which has helped us gain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt; in the international community and helped us grow economically and today we are in the race of becoming the super power, and will have all 10 rich business tycoon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USA does the same, some may say that it is a brain drain, i appreciate the policy, where i get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to show my innovation, and bring name for my country.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would like to tell the leaders of Pakistan and Bangladesh , stop wasting money, energy time and Intelligent people , train them to become terrorist and send them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;, it would be rather appreciated by the international community if they look for economic development and give equal oppertunity to NON-MUSLIMS in their country or else they will always remain poor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-933495522528333681?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/933495522528333681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=933495522528333681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/933495522528333681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/933495522528333681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2008/12/others-must-learn-from-india-and-usa.html' title='Others must learn from India and USA.'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-4527153661409384836</id><published>2008-12-19T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:27:17.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WERE SAFE, WHY WASENT THE TAJ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SUyaK-TWFOI/AAAAAAAAADo/vtfEDmLx2eg/s1600-h/piku+n+tultuli+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a birthday treat that all of us went to, after our shift was over, one of the team members took us to the hotel DOLPHIN for breakfast as his birthday treat.All of us were very hungry and the good smell of the delicious food was prohibiting us even from settling down inside the elite restaurant, where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delegates&lt;/span&gt; were also having their breakfast. All of us were finally holding a plate full of yummy food. As we settled down i just look around and found all fair looking tall men from different region of the world having their breakfast with peace in their mind that nothing will happen to them like it happened to other tourist who were under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt; threat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TAJ&lt;/span&gt; on 26/11. All of us there (Guests) were happily enjoying a new day of our life with yummy breakfast, had there been a man like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kasab&lt;/span&gt; from Pakistan with fully loaded AK-47, had there been a man with all explosive, took all of us somewhere and...................., Oh no my heart starts beating 3 times more than the normal, even with the thoughts of finding myself in the midst of terror and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;terrorist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I appreciate the staff of the DOLPHIN hotel, that they are so much concerned about their guest, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Darwaan&lt;/span&gt; was so good at his job that he made sure every guest entering the hotel passes through the metal detector. All public places should have staff who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; towards the general crowd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-4527153661409384836?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/4527153661409384836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=4527153661409384836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4527153661409384836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/4527153661409384836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-were-safe-why-wasent-taj.html' title='WE WERE SAFE, WHY WASENT THE TAJ?'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-3607981483797028592</id><published>2008-12-17T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:17:14.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLANNING TO CHANGE PROFESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SUkk4BfEPkI/AAAAAAAAADg/JY_WG_7Qg_0/s1600-h/slehmann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280792582958628418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SUkk4BfEPkI/AAAAAAAAADg/JY_WG_7Qg_0/s320/slehmann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once i heard this from one of my friends the full form of LOVE ,"LOVE Loss Of Valuble Enery". Very true. I was chatting with one of my male friends today and i just asked him "do u boose"? the reply was " i used to when i broke up with the girl whom i love, now i dont". O god now a days every other person says about break up with his/her lover if that is the criteria for boozing then i am planning to leave my current job and open a "DARU KA DUKAN" more over being a girl people will prefer to choose my shop. Kisi ka Gum kisi ke lie Khushi and paisa lata hai. No wonder why now a days number of wine shops are increasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-3607981483797028592?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/3607981483797028592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=3607981483797028592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/3607981483797028592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/3607981483797028592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2008/12/planning-to-change-profession.html' title='PLANNING TO CHANGE PROFESSION'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SUkk4BfEPkI/AAAAAAAAADg/JY_WG_7Qg_0/s72-c/slehmann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-6007014126357168220</id><published>2008-12-07T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:06:55.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arpita: Hell on EARTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2008/11/hell-on-earth.html#links"&gt;Arpita: Hell on EARTH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-6007014126357168220?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2008/11/hell-on-earth.html#links' title='Arpita: Hell on EARTH'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6007014126357168220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/6007014126357168220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2008/12/arpita-hell-on-earth.html' title='Arpita: Hell on EARTH'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-7724237572740377114</id><published>2008-11-27T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:46:15.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell on EARTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SS6HYW6SIZI/AAAAAAAAADY/pW9N6-dSGic/s1600-h/taj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273301066234077586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SS6HYW6SIZI/AAAAAAAAADY/pW9N6-dSGic/s320/taj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SS6GVGAK8AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dTFrydavHcs/s1600-h/taj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ना था ठिकाना ख़ुशी का जब, इश्वर ने कहा जा रहा है धरती पर तू वत्स.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;बस नौ महीने का इंतज़ार, और घूमेगा तू धरती पर आज़ाद.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;सुना है धरती है सुंदर बहुत, जहाँ पर इंसान बन आना चाहते हैं eeshwar समस्त.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;इंतज़ार मेरा ख़तम हुआ, पाय अखुद को माँ की कोख में.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;नौ महीनो का इंतज़ार सहा नहीं जाता धरती पर आने से.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;दिखाई ना देती हो भले ही, पर कोशिश करता था सुनने की, क्या बात करते होंगे लोग, कैसी होगी दुनिया बहार की?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;सुनी थी मैंने आवाज़ ख़ुशी की, तैयारियां मेरे स्वागत में मेरे माँ की.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;सुनी थी मैंने आवाज़ मंदिरून की घंटियों की, सुनी थी आवाज़ माँ के प्रार्थना की.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;खोया था सपनो में की होगा मेरा जन्म, कुछ ही दिनों में खेलूँगा मैं अपने माँ के आँगन.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;हे भगवान्! कैसी थी ये आवाज़? कैसा था ये धमाका?कौन है वो? जो रो रहे हैं? छाया है क्यूँ हर तरफ शोर शराबा?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;मैंने सुना माँ को यह कहते-" क्या बिगारा था इनका किसीने"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;बात मेरे समझ ना आई, क्यूँ कर रही थी माँ किसी की बुरे?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;पता चला बातों से, किया है इंसान ने इंसानों की हत्या. बहाया है खून जीवित मानव का,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;चीन लिए है प्राण कितने ही शिसुऊँ का.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;रो पड़ा मैं यह सब देख, करनी थी भगवान् से शिकायत.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;किया कौन सा पाप मैंने? जो भेजा मुझे इस दुनिया में?सूचा था सुंदर होगी यह दुनिया,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;पर बह रहा है खून का दरिया.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;नहीं जाना मुझे इस धरती पर, करता है जहाँ इंसान इर्ष्या द्वेष एक दुसरे पर.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;बटे हैं जहाँ इंसान लकीरों से.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;आज़ादी ना हो जहाँ जी भर घूमने की, डरा हुआ है जहाँ इंसान धमाके से मौत की.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;मर जाते हो जहाँ छोटे बच्चे पैदा होते ही, बचते हैं जो बन जाते हैं वो अनाथ भी.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;नहीं जाना उस दुनिया में, हर पल हो मौत का डर जहाँ पे, प्यासा है इंसान ही इंसान के खून के.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so carried away with the Mombai blast at the taj i wrote this poem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-7724237572740377114?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7724237572740377114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/7724237572740377114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2008/11/hell-on-earth.html' title='Hell on EARTH'/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SS6HYW6SIZI/AAAAAAAAADY/pW9N6-dSGic/s72-c/taj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703681318771914608.post-8676487672598899542</id><published>2008-09-16T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:28:38.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SM97zpD25nI/AAAAAAAAACs/19WN5vkzjDA/s1600-h/IMG_3241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246548218035496562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SM97zpD25nI/AAAAAAAAACs/19WN5vkzjDA/s320/IMG_3241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello People this is the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tiem&lt;/span&gt; i am writing something here, and i am really very nervous about it and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; why, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; like to share something about me here. From my childhood days i always loved singing, my grand father identified this in me and bought a harmonium for me at the age of three when i dint even understood what it is, so my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chacha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bua&lt;/span&gt; and mom started learning music, then i understood what was the use of the cubical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wodden&lt;/span&gt; thing. i kept singing, when i grew up and my hand was long enough to simultaneously move the fingers on the instrument i too started learning music. I thought i sing just because i like to sing but it was in my 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; std when i realised that it was a talent in me when my class mates and my teachers use to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;apreciate&lt;/span&gt; my voice and i was called for any programmes or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;competetion&lt;/span&gt;. After that i took music seriously and dreamt of becoming a singer one day, as soon as i complete my 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; i thought of not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;studyng&lt;/span&gt; any more, but there was something else in my fate, i continued my studies till PG still i had the hope to become a singer one day. you must be thinking that "must be a crazy girl, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;arre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aise&lt;/span&gt; hi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; singer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nahi&lt;/span&gt; ban &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jata&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kitni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mehnet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;karni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;partee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; very true, elders say "Ab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;aaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ooth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;pahar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;neeche&lt;/span&gt;" this happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My confident about my singing skills grew day by day so much that it turned out to be over confidence and i thought that no body will dislike my singing skills, this happened &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;specially&lt;/span&gt; when i got first prize in district level singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Visakhapatnam&lt;/span&gt;. Still my dream of becoming a singer was not finding the right path, suddenly one day SONY TV launched its first INDIAN IDOL programme, and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;registered&lt;/span&gt; my self, but due to some very personal reason i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;cud'nt&lt;/span&gt; go and this happened for the next 3 seasons of In.Idol. It was the fourth In.Idol when i had all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;chances&lt;/span&gt; to go and i went, very exited, with full confidence that no one will reject me, but when i was sitting with other participants outside the Audition room i felt at the back of my mind that i may get rejected, this was because lack of practice and over confidence. People with the hope of becoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; idol devote their time for practicing,unlike me, who only dreams. I went inside the Audition room sang the song and without any feed back judges said their result, my brain was thinking rite i was not selected.This was an example of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Aaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ooth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;pahar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;neeche&lt;/span&gt;","overconfidence".All this does not mean i stop dreaming, i still have hope, i can sing, of course i have the capability of becoming a good singer, but after good practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People blame the judges if they are not selected, but i say its their own fault and its true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5703681318771914608-8676487672598899542?l=wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/feeds/8676487672598899542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5703681318771914608&amp;postID=8676487672598899542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8676487672598899542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703681318771914608/posts/default/8676487672598899542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwarpiblog-arpita.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-people-this-is-first-tiem-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Arpita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uwhfi_YK0/TfmWNOJIrYI/AAAAAAAACks/zRMiP1Kl0z0/s220/Picture%2B067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTIxd3vS7Ug/SM97zpD25nI/AAAAAAAAACs/19WN5vkzjDA/s72-c/IMG_3241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
