<?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-22625113</id><updated>2012-01-17T04:50:54.113-08:00</updated><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Gathering moments........</title><subtitle type='html'>the bits and pieces of moments I gather on life's journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-7756459451653690730</id><published>2012-01-16T03:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T04:50:54.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Might of the Mighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBsSZr_EGgI/TxQDcivRvRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Io7lwXAG-CU/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBsSZr_EGgI/TxQDcivRvRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Io7lwXAG-CU/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698183217426840850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himalayas - the mighty Himalayas enthrall one and all for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the might on our visit to Kishtwar - a remote part of Kashmir. You can feel the power of nature all around you and realize how puny and insignificant is Man in front of the might and harsh glory of Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal blue sky, clear whiff of air, over powering snow capped mountains and Chenub flowing through the gorge made the setting for a perfectly peaceful time in Kashmir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Peace' and Kashmir might sound a paradox considering the last few decades of so-called politico unrest in the valley but let me reiterate - Salute to another Mighty force - Indian Army - we are at peace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is not part of tourism map and has very little villages around. The locals survive on Saffron and Sapphire - their pride produce and the immense social work by the Army - Youth employments - women empowerment - orphanages are few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our travel to Kashmir interestingly had a huge influence of any B-grade Hindi movie and years of negative information which has made us believe the worse - Kashmir is a life-death experience to an extent we start considering ourselves as martyrs. So our journey to and fro to our destination left us with high levels of adrenalin rush at each sharp bend of the mountains. So what about the true martyrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we take in the beauty with awe and spun heated discussions over a drink or two on the so-called Kashmir issue, the effort of many armed men and true martyrs quietly slips by...the true martyrs spending days and months without family or social life in such remote areas just for our 'peace'. Men who take guarding their motherland an individual responsibility, takes in all the worries and hard work to give us the platform in social circles to sip a glass of wine and flaunt our 'achievements' in terms of money - cars - brands owned. What a Farce and Shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian Army men truly lives up to the Might of the Himalayas while we get lost in our cosmetic achievements. Both stand tall in their true glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail the Might of the Mighty Himalayas and the Mighty Indian Army!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-7756459451653690730?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/7756459451653690730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=7756459451653690730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/7756459451653690730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/7756459451653690730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2012/01/might-of-mighty.html' title='The Might of the Mighty'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBsSZr_EGgI/TxQDcivRvRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Io7lwXAG-CU/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-6337266940017827052</id><published>2011-01-20T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:55:03.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calcutta - City of Joy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/TTk7zaNLAAI/AAAAAAAAATA/oD6-KxHmLcQ/s1600/cal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/TTk7zaNLAAI/AAAAAAAAATA/oD6-KxHmLcQ/s400/cal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564544568986894338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say YES&lt;br /&gt;Any visitor will say a big NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuchka at Golpark.....adda and chai at Nandan with a self taught singer singing all beautiful Rabindranath numbers....tram trips via Victoria...holding on to the 'tinawalla' bus tickets under the watch strap...sneaking for a noon show at New Empire....hopping to savor Nahoums brownie....quick visit to the Academy for the art shows...lazying round to catch up with Nandikar's evening plays and fish cutlet.....window shopping and pitch haggling with Gariahat footpath vendors.....pick up a Bedwin roll...casually enter Someplace Else for Nandan Baggchi's Jazz....stroll on Park Street and check the books and mags from the street vendors....feel athletic with Badminton bats and quick shots with your friends on a Bandh ridden road.....flow with the crowd on Ashthami Pujo....feel proud to hop on a Metro and listen to soothing Rabindra Sangeet....visit relatives with one full 'bhaar' of mishtidoi....check the handicrafts and trade fairs and obviously the glamorous Book Fair where in at least 20 people are lost and found everyday and people from chandannogore invariably loose their slippers.....the serpentine lines on 25th December and on 31st at Zoo...Botanical Gardens....the picnic parties at Maidan....people of all class enjoying their fullest....women in merc's gauging on the roadside Bhelpuri...the smile is the only constant factor in Calcutta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple pleasures of Calcutta - the range Calcutta has to offer to all sects makes the city so special and unique!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont judge the book by its cover - feel it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-6337266940017827052?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/6337266940017827052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=6337266940017827052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/6337266940017827052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/6337266940017827052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2011/01/calcutta-city-of-joy.html' title='Calcutta - City of Joy?'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/TTk7zaNLAAI/AAAAAAAAATA/oD6-KxHmLcQ/s72-c/cal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-85649571076144810</id><published>2010-05-26T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T03:36:35.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shift+alt+del: homosapiens</title><content type='html'>&lt;link href="/css/spellcheck.css" type="text/css" rel="stylesheet"&gt;&lt;div&gt;One FB friend asked about the reason warning calls are sounded by animals  in forest for predators - My thoughts: I guess they still dont know that there  is a greater predator who can wipe out all animal population and I strongly  feel predators should start giving warning calls!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We are presently fighting a cause for justice to a tigress killed by a  speeding vehicle inside Bandhavgarh NP. Its been about a week now and as usual  justice is still 'on the way'. My thoughts presently are - isn't it funny that  we fight our own war created by us!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I wonder what will happen to this world without us. Lot of land for animals  to live in peace, no global warming, no pollution in the name of development, no  disasters like Tsunami/Cyclone/Volcano, no nuclear bombs, no weapons of  destruction.....all evils seems to be pointing to one source.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Would we realise or creep to our deaths and the destruction of Earth itself  - maybe that's the cycle of existence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-85649571076144810?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/85649571076144810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=85649571076144810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/85649571076144810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/85649571076144810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2010/05/shiftaltdel-homosapiens.html' title='shift+alt+del: homosapiens'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-2534509194714782179</id><published>2010-04-24T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:10:41.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One step forward or two steps backward?</title><content type='html'>We coin it Development - calculating 2+2 on mobile calculators, driving down to your next street neighbourhood, trying to enjoy nature in airconditioned cars, googling for knowledge sitting at one place and paying lakhs to treat back pain, cutting down forests to make concrete jungle and them blaming global warming for rising temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we for a moment whiff back about a century from today - we the same specie would mentally calculate distances, find places without refferring to navigators, climb up 50 stairs at one go, go to doctors for a chit chat only, plant trees to enjoy fresh air, walk miles to meet friends and relatives and not pollute air with cars and in the bargain not have back pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are we going one step forward with so called 'mechanic development' or in reality putting two steps backward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these diseases, pollution, global warming, destruction of natural habitat and animals, imbalance in the ecological system are due to such destruction in the name of development  - computers, cars, Airconditioners, paper and printers, mobile, electronic appliances at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time we reset our clocks and start learning from our ancestors to live life healthily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-2534509194714782179?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/2534509194714782179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=2534509194714782179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/2534509194714782179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/2534509194714782179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-step-forward-or-two-steps-backward.html' title='One step forward or two steps backward?'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-6068791017069710010</id><published>2010-01-16T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:16:43.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump off the train.....</title><content type='html'>Sorry if the post heading is mis-leading - I am not planning or even giving ideas on how to jump off a train!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train has a connotation - for me and by me - its the sequential standard and best practice of Life. You know - the kinds like you are born - pass all the major degrees as told - get a fat job - get married - have first kid - then the second - keep working to climb the corporate ladder like many of your co-passengers - feel satisfied with life - wife and kids - start the same chain with your kids - die in oblivion in your own world. The only motion a man goes through on this train is the change of bogies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the journey is definitely confined in the train when you are stuck with your parents in one bogie - then &lt;strong&gt;Jump Off&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont catch another train - just walk - enjoy everything around - take in the spirits - hear the music - live life for yourself and others who are sometimes thrwon out of the train - the ones which by their unchosen fate are so-called as ''orphans'', ''deprived''. Gain strength - share love - live and die with a smile of utter satisfaction of experiencing the world beyond the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such smile has been enjoyed by many stalwarts who have inevitably jumped off the train - greats in music - social work - literature who as society say ' live beyond the boundries' and are seldom understood by people peeping out from the train. But this doesnot mean you jump off the train with hopes of becoming the Great!! No-one has ever done that - here consequence is not important - its the journey - discovery - experience - sharing which gives you the smile and not what comes out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No train - no sequence - talk to people - travel - meet souls - give the magic touch - smile with people who are grumpy - touch hearts with whatever you have - smile within when you give and get - enjoyyyyyyyyyyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beyond just the train - enjoyment is at every corner - pick up your soul - love and enjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-6068791017069710010?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/6068791017069710010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=6068791017069710010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/6068791017069710010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/6068791017069710010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2010/01/jump-off-train.html' title='Jump off the train.....'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-1452188271762144432</id><published>2009-11-22T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:29:09.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>care and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SwoPaA-mWNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9N8hV43krZc/s1600/WEB-orphans-with-food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407151242225277138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SwoPaA-mWNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9N8hV43krZc/s400/WEB-orphans-with-food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me be clear that the name has nothing to do with any beauty care or personal care - its an orphanage and aptly named.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are about 35 children from the age group of 3- 13 girls and boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word orphan and orphanage is heart rendering and one will probably go with a different bend of mind - lot of sympathy but when you face such children - the smile in their face and the confidence will make you feel puny in front of them. You will forget all your woes and struggle which till now has been the 'worst in the world'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does a child survive physically or mentally without parents - a great mystery......how do they come to terms with the concept that they are alone in this world and still have the spirit and strength to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My conclusion - they must be super humans - they must have reached the higest form of mental and physical strength which people wont even dream of - kudos to such children who stay and grow up in an orphanage considering their fellow orphans as their family - sharing their woes and happiness with their adopted family and surrounding and living happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My deep regards for such children and a lot to learn in true sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22625113-1452188271762144432?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/1452188271762144432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=1452188271762144432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1452188271762144432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1452188271762144432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2009/11/care-and-love.html' title='care and love'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SwoPaA-mWNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9N8hV43krZc/s72-c/WEB-orphans-with-food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-1556425839452449585</id><published>2009-10-21T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:51:11.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country of Liberty</title><content type='html'>In my trip to US, I covered mid parts which are Minneapolis and Texas and New Orleans; Eastern part of Boston and New York. Although it was over month long trip, I wont take the liberty of commenting much on US culture since that requires furthur observation. Few snippets is all I can offer.&lt;br /&gt;Minneapolis and Rochester - kind of dry place - not much to see although I tried catching up with their much publicised Contemporary Art museum which to my eyes looked ridiculous with wall length canvas with a black stroke in-between (my due apologies to all modern painters). It is supposed to be one of the coldest parts of US so people are not very fast paced or lively. They have sky walks all through to avoid the harsh climate and like the climate - people were bit stony and cold.&lt;br /&gt;Boston - the tea party - did buy some tea with the same tag! Its a historical city with British Architecture and the famous harbour where American Revolution budded. The quincy market reminded me of Calcutta New Market which has its old flavour harmonised neatly with the new generation of marketers. There were street performers with their jiggs and music. Interestingly, contrary to our city setup - US marks the downtown as the city which is mostly the hub of commerce and activity while people live in and around the main downtown. To get the flavour of culture - one has to visit the downtown. MA being the seat of education with MIT, Stanford - the student culture is more vibrant. A old city with young crowd thronging the streets to shop or visit museums or just hang around Quincy Market.&lt;br /&gt;New York - needs a special mention. Vibrant, positive, multi-cultural and lingual - I felt quite at home. Street are mostly unkempt, people have a maddening pace and its true that the 'city never sleeps'. I can strongly conclude that atleast in the Eastern parts and New Orleans - people are mostly on the street - enjoying live performances, hanging around, eating cuisines like Euthopian one(I tasted myself) more so in the evenings and weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Houston - got the flavour of BIG. Everything was enourmous - from the quantity you order to malls to even people flashing their ornaments and dresses.&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans - party city - Bouboun street where people hang around drunk for days together. The seat of Mardi Gras - the extremely friendly French Quarters. A city undaunted by the havoc and destruction of Katrina.&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, contrary to popular belief - Americans are not shameless in their dress sense(we believe they are mostly half naked) or showing their emotion publicly and its definitely not true that one can do anything on American Streets. They are pretty conservative and the recent trend is more to be family oriented. They love eating out, travelling and ofcourse shopping. Consumerism is high and responsible and one can easily get lost in the variety although all makes are Chinese!!! Wastage is high - food, water, gas, paper - all comes in such huge quantity that its bound to get wasted. Cities are not that clean as one would love to believe, beggars are plenty - infact, one data says there are about 19000 homeless in LA itself. Crime is very high - they have channels dedicated to crime reporting but one thing is for sure - corruption doesnot affect the basics like education, health system, food which I guess makes living much easier.&lt;br /&gt;People are generally happy go-lucky, friendly(not like Europeans) and inquisitive. I feel their past makes them much more open to different cultures, races, religion - I would say every American has little of every kind of flavour across the world although they are very protective about their individuality too. The race for money keeps up the positive pace but also makes them loose themselves easily to drugs and crime. I found a growing influence of hinduism amongst them in the form of yoga, meditation which although for some are fads.&lt;br /&gt;Capitalism, liberty and freedom makes the Americans grow in their mind and also creates bad sheep - a tough balance to strike.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least:&lt;br /&gt;Population of China is under control!!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously - more than 70% reside now in US!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-1556425839452449585?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/1556425839452449585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=1556425839452449585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1556425839452449585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1556425839452449585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2009/10/country-of-liberty.html' title='Country of Liberty'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-7206294791942850442</id><published>2009-04-27T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:23:23.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote Do...Vote Do</title><content type='html'>Vote Do....Vote Do!!&lt;br /&gt;A good campaign for literates to arise and awake to be part of a change in the whole election process in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years our motherland has seen sleeping literates who though participate in fiery discussions on economy, politics but when it comes to action even to the extent of voting  - they shudder giving lame excuses like what's the use? whom to vote - all are same!! The process is complicated to get registered!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, I strongly feel this country is still functioning despite high level of corruption and an illegal parallel system only for few people may it be politicians or goverment people who still has some element of morality and truthfulness embedded in them. So if we ignore the mass so called 'netas' who just mud sling at each other, beg  shamelessly for votes only prior to elections, resorts to money laundering and cheap ways to capture the golden eggs(votes in this scenario); we still can spot few who for whatever reason it might be have done some good at the end of the day - may it be the Railways, or Foreign Ministry or even uplifting education and electric facilities in villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, despite the poor being still poor and our ''netas' even after 60 years still promising the basics of Roti - Kappda - Makan which should have been done long back, people even in remote villages today has developed a sense of practicality and deeply observe how their voted netas have performed in the last phase and are no more influenced by gifts or threatens, to vote the most eligible candidate. The other marked difference in the Indian electorate is the shelving of the concept of ideology - its hard to find a party sticking to any basic ideology - all are mix and match to form the goverment for which they are flexible enough to do away with any staunch idelogy and accept the change in the favour of people(not though very voluntarily!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dear Netas - Mind your own business and responsibility - your performance is counted and observed by us every minute and you maynot have a good appraisal or can be even cruelly chucked out of your cushy job if the performance rate is not extraordinary. Mind this that its the toughest job to please millions and also look at your own benefits - its either way for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I cant vouch 100% on the system - its too early but at least there has been a start to clean it and choose only those who are performers and less of tall talkers. The young generation of savvy politicians are also most welcome in this system and are wanted for the radical change required in economy or society as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in All - its a feel better system working in this country after 60 long years - Better late than Never as the saying goes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-7206294791942850442?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/7206294791942850442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=7206294791942850442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/7206294791942850442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/7206294791942850442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2009/04/vote-dovote-do.html' title='Vote Do...Vote Do'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-4951623662228317423</id><published>2009-04-12T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:56:53.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawal - A miracle habitat for tigers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SeGen9b6UCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fNbKLSCH2Ds/s1600-h/kawal_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323710643872354338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SeGen9b6UCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fNbKLSCH2Ds/s400/kawal_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The struggle for survival for a tiger – Kawal&lt;br /&gt;Diya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the northern most tip of Andhra Pradesh, lies the district of Adilabad. Nearly 40 percent of Adilabad’s area comprises of sanctuaries and national parks of dry deciduous teak forests. Situated amidst these forests, is the extremely scenic Kawal wildlife sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Established in 1965 with the purpose of safeguarding the endangered species in their natural habitat, an area of 893 sq kms was set aside owing to the richness of Kawal’s bio-diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of this forest immediately catches the eye as one venture’s inside. The entire Kawal range in the distance encircles a vast area of flat expanse where nature and its bounty once thrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s dense and thrilling once you start walking inside from any point of the buffer area. The saddest part is since it’s not declared as a tiger reserve although it has about 9-10 tigers as per the last census you can view the security lapse, good bit of felling everywhere. And the most interesting part is even after all this anarchy, tiger and other animals like sambhar, cheetal, Bear thrive with all the human population in and around which itself is a wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good combinations of Darwin’s theory of existence – thrive through mutual respect and fight it out for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 280 kms drive from Hyderabad via Siddhipet, Karimnagar, Lakshattipet to reach Jannaram village will take about 5hrs. A night long or early morning journey gives you the leverage of reaching there in the morning and straight head for the buffer area or the core parts by walking with the local rangers. The DFO office is at Jannaram and he will be helpful enough to get you a forest ranger to escort you towards Alinagar/Dongapalli side or Nirmal side of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk leads you through villages, small tribal encroachments together with hoof marks and paw marks of Bear, Deer. All kinds of living beings seem to live in harmony without any confrontation but sadly we humans don’t like to be at peace. So you get to see the major human interventions in the form of extensive felling everywhere in the name of cheap politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other lodging is the forest guest house in Jannaram which can be facilitated by the DFO. To understand and feel a forest in your own sweet time and pace nothing can beat Kawal since it is not commercialised or organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourism would be not only good for the forest due to increased publicity but is a haven for nature lovers for all its diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; All nature lovers must be aware that Kawal is not like any other national park or reserve and one needs to be very responsible and respectful towards the flaura and fauna there. Special care needs to be taken with regards to maintaining sanctity and peace of the place due to its delicate balance between wild animals and humans. Since there are no specific rules, one needs to be more careful and take the help of forest officials when entering the forest. Responsible tourism is a great way towards giving focus to wild life conservation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-4951623662228317423?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/4951623662228317423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=4951623662228317423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/4951623662228317423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/4951623662228317423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2009/04/kawal-miracle-habitat-for-tigers.html' title='Kawal - A miracle habitat for tigers'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SeGen9b6UCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fNbKLSCH2Ds/s72-c/kawal_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-5398517727088220588</id><published>2009-02-23T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:43:18.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAI  HO!!</title><content type='html'>JAI HO! JAI HO! JAI HO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho to what??&lt;br /&gt;India - our great country portrayed as a slum - dog? or we Indians dancing to the tune and proud and happy of our great slum heritage as if that's all we have - I would say we have come a long way from depicting India - land of snakes and elephants to land of slums, hoodlums, shit..... JAI HO to westener's who made an OSCAR....BAFTA....CANNES from it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are we clapping and exultant? Some would say - its an India based movie - India has indirectly made news through the gallis - dirt - cows - dons - riots. How about putting our country in news for the right things for a change - rich culture - heritage - history - science - medicine - worldwide influence with vedas or even kamasutra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others say - 3 Indians got to Oscars - kudos to their talent but went to Osacrs again for wrong reasons - songs like cholli ke pecche sound alike!!! I wonder why didn't Rahman make it to Oscars with one of his great origional scores!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does Indians know we once made it not only to Oscars but its highest award - Lifetime Achievement for the very right reason - Satyajit Ray - how many clap to that? His movies are specially archieved in Hollywood and different other parts of the world as a rich glory and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not be surprised if the whole '&lt;em&gt;firangee' &lt;/em&gt;crew of Slumdog(together with Dev the actor who doesnot know the name of our Prime Minister) is slyly laughing on our sheer ignorance and stupidity of being proudly part of a masala block buster like any other B-Grade Bollywood movie with all gory scenes from the dark lanes of Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder - what message did the Oscar guys give us? The award which has gone to greats like Ben Hur - Titanic is sharing the space with Slumdog with 9 nominations!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thought to ponder......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI HO! JAI HO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-5398517727088220588?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/5398517727088220588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=5398517727088220588' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/5398517727088220588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/5398517727088220588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2009/02/jai-ho.html' title='JAI  HO!!'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-581943473695981544</id><published>2009-01-20T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:51:11.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Caves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SXWYn7iXlVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HjWWBfS3Pk8/s1600-h/kurnool_trip_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293304748808050002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SXWYn7iXlVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HjWWBfS3Pk8/s400/kurnool_trip_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Air conditioned surrounding, stereo phonic effect, hidden from evils of the world - dont start imagining a new world is being created - its a LIFE IN CAVES.&lt;br /&gt;A life well lived by our ancestors. Places where great meditators achieved the most impossible - control of senses and attainment of peace.&lt;br /&gt;In todays world the whole enigma lies in our relentless try to achieve peace through different artificial forms. The more we try the more we see ourselves detached from nature and self. Machines which we use on a daily basis to make our life easier is making us detached from our inner self, confidence, power of brain. We get lost without mobiles, computers, TV etc and if we delve deep inside our souls we will find that we are no more self dependant, thoughtful individuals but weaklings totally sold in the hands of machines.&lt;br /&gt;A short time travel to our past will reveal that we the same individuals had the power not only to control our senses of hunger, emotion, body temparture but also immense memory power, strength of mind to overcome all.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I truly wonder whether we have really advanced as we claim or just evolving backwards into an ameba - the first one cell living vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;The great director and philosopher Satyajit Ray;s movie Aguntuk is based on the philosophy which makes us think on our futile existence and the peaceful life of cave dwellers and tribals - people who are and were more connected to nature and their inner self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poignant thought.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-581943473695981544?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/581943473695981544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=581943473695981544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/581943473695981544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/581943473695981544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-in-caves.html' title='Life in Caves'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SXWYn7iXlVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HjWWBfS3Pk8/s72-c/kurnool_trip_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-1145551287057581264</id><published>2009-01-01T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:37:02.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEARS RESOLUTION</title><content type='html'>Sounds so cliche' - the famous saying goes - ''resolutions are meant to be broken''....so let me make a list of resolutions which are meant to be BROKEN!!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Work...work..work&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk...talk..talk about changing the world&lt;br /&gt;3. Plastic smile...laugh at social causes&lt;br /&gt;4. Bitch and gossip about the world going wrong&lt;br /&gt;5. Blame all except yourself for all dirts&lt;br /&gt;6. See to it that everyone is happy all round except yourself&lt;br /&gt;7. Get blocked in the pent called city and pretend to be happy&lt;br /&gt;8. Dream what others dream to be part of the so called rat race&lt;br /&gt;9. Love one and all while bitching about them behind their backs&lt;br /&gt;10. Follow the above list to its fullest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a relief to have a good NEW YEARS RESOLUTION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2009!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-1145551287057581264?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/1145551287057581264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=1145551287057581264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1145551287057581264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1145551287057581264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='NEW YEARS RESOLUTION'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-4897786797996072331</id><published>2008-12-19T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:54:53.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five  -  Vidaniyas!!!</title><content type='html'>Surprises are always welcome but not all Life's surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;The surprise or shock of Birth &amp;amp; Death is discomforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about an organized time period for life?&lt;br /&gt;Diya - you would live for another 10 years?!!! A pretty welcoming concept at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;I will have the &lt;strong&gt;Time of my Life - Live Life Kingsize&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;No worries about retirement plans, future plans of settlement, savings - just go beserk!! What fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about listing the &lt;strong&gt;5 most Things TO DO LIST&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would travel the world with my best friend Babla, meet the locals, eat their food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save atleast 5 animals - Tiger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make lifelong provision for an intelligent but deprived child&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet all my loved ones - friends and family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a book on woman emancipation and direct a movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;If all &lt;strong&gt;Things to do&lt;/strong&gt; can be Striked out in one lifetime; whatz the need to live with just few memories?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I envy people who can live life to its fullest in this world of uncertainity, surprises and shocks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A tough lesson to learn.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys - fill the comment section with your Things To Do List - such a comfort :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-4897786797996072331?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/4897786797996072331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=4897786797996072331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/4897786797996072331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/4897786797996072331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2008/12/five-vidaniyas.html' title='Five  -  Vidaniyas!!!'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-2936839078853998073</id><published>2008-12-04T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:40:01.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a league....half a league....into the valley of death rode the whole nation!!</title><content type='html'>When was the last war we fought? Pakistan? Bangladesh?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys; you would be disappointed to know that its not been that simple for our country with hostile nations and even more hostile politicians all round - we fight a proxy war day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;Its an ongoing war as the forces in India would confirm.&lt;br /&gt;War against terror, internal hooliganism, political rivallry - not a moment of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has resulted in few major changes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Attitude change among the citizens - they have taken it for granted and it takes very less time for events like Mumbai blast or the terror attack to slip to the 2nd and third pages of the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People being taken for granted by our mighty politicians who feel they are beyond law - surprisingly most of the terror attacks are cruicialy timed near and around the elections!!! any thoughts?? I wont be surprised if we are fighting a hoax war internally - politicians sponsoring terrorist across the border to turn their political situation!! Nor isnt it eerie that everytime we fight these so called internal terrorism we threaten to take drastic steps but within few days we are back to square one!! So where is the great FIGHT!!!???&lt;br /&gt;Too many grave questions with no answers at all and how does it matter - in a country with a population of 110 crores how does it matter to any big wigies if few die for their ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop this never ending blame game - PAKISTAN being the catch word and lets all start concentrating on our internal policies and terrorists!!! If this part is taken care - no nation can be under any threat at all - that's a CHALLENGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how Bapu - the father of the nation would have reacted to all this!! JAI HIND!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-2936839078853998073?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/2936839078853998073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=2936839078853998073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/2936839078853998073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/2936839078853998073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2008/12/half-leaguehalf-leagueinto-valley-of.html' title='Half a league....half a league....into the valley of death rode the whole nation!!'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-1320337409154673393</id><published>2008-09-11T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:20:29.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virus called USA</title><content type='html'>Creating pesudo wars to sell their arms industry&lt;br /&gt;Killing lakhs in the false alligation of possessing nuclear weapons&lt;br /&gt;Conquering countries after implicating under false excuses to gain hold on different parts of the world&lt;br /&gt;Promoting and funding wild life protection and on the contrary creating the biggest illegal market for animal products and exotic pets&lt;br /&gt;Having a big brother say on internal affairs of every other country&lt;br /&gt;Creating a false hype in the international world to hide their own falling economy and turmoil&lt;br /&gt;Greatest consumption of oil, food - a fact which they blame on countries like India&lt;br /&gt;One of the most environmentally polluting country but a show off in international forums as a protector of different environmental issues&lt;br /&gt;Making laws for themselves and implicating others on the same laws - nuclear laws&lt;br /&gt;Creator of frankersteins - Bin Laden, Saddam. They seem to be much more truthful than the creator himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is unending and the virus is soon catching up and spreading.&lt;br /&gt;Any remedy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-1320337409154673393?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/1320337409154673393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=1320337409154673393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1320337409154673393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1320337409154673393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2008/09/virus-called-usa.html' title='The Virus called USA'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-6883738989393806176</id><published>2008-05-05T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:32:39.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aamcchi Mumbai!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SB_wyjhqXhI/AAAAAAAAADo/6SZLhs4RIvc/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197137246329396754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SB_wyjhqXhI/AAAAAAAAADo/6SZLhs4RIvc/s400/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Conjested, bad traffic, crowded, polluted but has a throbbing heart and a beautiful self -that's my perception of Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mumbai visit last weekend was in tune with fulfilling an overdue promise to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive from the airport to the city itself was like reminicising the past. Old world architecture, fountains at crossings, marine drive, old Parsi restaurants, sindhi houses, glamourous Victorai Terminus, roman churches, churh gate, gateway of India. Each nook and corner of the main city had a beautiful surprise in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the subburb was quite a disappointment as compared to the main city. Match box houses, dirty roads, crowded bazars all added up to make you feel that you are on the same time visiting some other city. There are some parts like Malhad, Juhu(famous for its star presence), Band Stand which look in all this chaos a good attempt to polish off the dirt and filth and have an ultra modern look. Altogether quite a chaotic mixture not appealing to my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever might be the stark difference, the main beat of the city is definitely the people, or rather '' bindaas'' people. Spirited, enthusiastic despite all the traffic and expense hassles, enjoys whatever fun they can in the most least expense like having pao in chowpathy or just sitting in marine drive or just hanging around Gateway of India. The true spirit of Mumbai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the metros or even other happening cities, I would definitely rate Mumbai and Calcutta as best experiences in terms of a city - the perfect combination of heritage and vibrancy is sadly missing everywhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-6883738989393806176?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/6883738989393806176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=6883738989393806176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/6883738989393806176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/6883738989393806176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2008/05/acchi-mumbai.html' title='Aamcchi Mumbai!!!'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SB_wyjhqXhI/AAAAAAAAADo/6SZLhs4RIvc/s72-c/Picture+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-1048027685768805165</id><published>2008-04-27T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:47:51.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranthambhore – tiger, tiger burning bright…..2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SBXVIThqXfI/AAAAAAAAADY/OTUasgNQD4o/s1600-h/DSC_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194292083898867186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SBXVIThqXfI/AAAAAAAAADY/OTUasgNQD4o/s400/DSC_0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ranthambhore - the largest expanse of dry deciduous forest in the world.&lt;br /&gt;The Ranthambhore National Park, which is a part of the much larger Ranthambhore tiger reserve, lies in the Sawai Madhpur District of Eastern Rajasthan. The Chambal River forms a natural boundary of the Park towards the east, and on the eastern shore of Chambal lies the central Indian state of Madhya Pradesh. To the northeast of the Park, flows the river - Banas, a tributary of Chambal. Across the river Banas, lies the Keladevi sanctuary, while the Sawai Man Singh sanctuary lies to the south of the Park. Both these sanctuaries, along with the Ranthambhore national park, are part of the Ranthambhore Tiger Reserve. Today, this Project tiger reserve spans over 1334 sq. km of area, of which 282 sq. km is the Ranthambhore national park.&lt;br /&gt;We, the keen wild life enthusiasts started our trip from Hyderabad to Ranthambhore. The challenge was to make it to Jaipur and then Sawai Madhpur, in half a day, which is about 130 kms from Jaipur. The whole purpose was not to waste time to catch up with the tigers. We took the early morning flight from Hyderabad to Jaipur and then hopped in the connecting train to Sawai Madhpur(inter city express).&lt;br /&gt;With a prior booking at Ranthambhore Bagh, which is owned by the renowned wild life duo Aditya and Poonam Singh, we had a car waiting for us at the Sawai Madhpur station.&lt;br /&gt;The arid surrounding on the ride from the station hardly makes you feel that you are approaching the thrilling land of Machli, the star tigeress of Discovery. The distant horizon has streaks of hills covered with shrubs and small deciduous plants.&lt;br /&gt;We were welcomed at the resort by a very excited and nice Boxer - Tyson, our first brush with an animal, which although being a pet had quite a wild side to it. The resort has a very personal touch about décor and the service, instantly makes you feel at home, thanks to Poonam and Aditya.&lt;br /&gt;The evening trip was arranged from the resort for Ranthambhore fort. The unique feature of the park was that the fort was inside and the surrounding jungle giving it an extra romantic touch. The fort also housed a temple and as we entered through the first dilapidated gate, we actually entered the buffer zone of the park and interestingly Machli was spotted on the same roadside on our last day. So the thrill of seeing the jungles punctuated with birds, langoors, peacock and even crocodiles got us in the groove of the wild, which would stay with us all through the trip and even much after that. The presence of the temple made it a popular tourism spot for the localities’ in their colorful ghagra cholis walked up the fort of the mighty Rajput’s. The view from atop the fort overlooks the whole park and the Aravalli range. The park has scattered extensions of the fort that were the hunting palaces of the rajas. It is quite an irony to think that once those who were hunted now rule the palaces (one is inhabited by Machli and her three cubs), infact parts of the fort is a haven for leopards too.&lt;br /&gt;Already on the adventure groove, we decided to do the night safari by walking. We started from one point of the jungle at about 8 in the evening and went deeper escorted by four guards with lathis and torches. The overall experience and the thrill to enter the unknown were too overwhelming. At a small peak, we sat down to enjoy the wilderness in all its glory. On our way back, our walk was duly rewarded by spotting few cheetals and a hyena.&lt;br /&gt;To top all the excitement of the first day, we spent the evenings chatting with Aditya on his numerous wild life expeditions and listening to live Rajasthan folk in all its purity.&lt;br /&gt;The next two days of our stay were planned with three safaris to the park – morning and evening. The park is categorized into five zones to evenly distribute the large traffic of visitors. The local guides informed that zone 3 &amp;amp; 5 were the lucky ones for sightings. There is a lottery system that happens to allocate the zones, one can feel the palpable excitement mounting from that very moment and all seem to be just interested to see the star – The Royal Bengal Tiger. On the contrary, we were there just to feel and absorb nature; sighting would be an extra bonus. As luck would have it, all the three times we got either zone 3 or 5 and altogether spotted about 7 tigers. We also got to spot sambhars, numerous birds, cheetals, Langoors, crocodiles and a mongoose.&lt;br /&gt;The best sighting was by far zone 3, where the famous Machli resides with her three full-grown cubs. It is beside one of the very few lakes in the park, so quite a coveted territory and in that respect, Machli can be considered as the Queen of Ranthambhore. We had just entered the zone, looking all round for some good sighting when I noticed a yellowish orange head pop out from the side walk and within minutes we were following the two cubs going for their evening drink. They walked in their own pace, gallantly without being bothered about the over enthusiastic onlookers and the extreme palpable excitement all round. The other one we spotted resting under a tree, in a cool poise for all the paparazzi. The power, might and the beauty was glowing all round her and it made me seriously doubt the cause of killing or not making constructive efforts to save the tiger. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194292088193834498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SBXVIjhqXgI/AAAAAAAAADg/IJxWpOwk5v0/s400/DSC_0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the excitement, we spent the last day in Manasorover Lake for bird watching. While you sit and see all your feathered friends, you feel at peace with yourself and one with nature. Kingfisher, tree pie, crane, Indian Roller, Geese made us have our own imaginary flights with them in a beautiful musical harmony.&lt;br /&gt;The most dreadful account after three days of bliss was the journey back home. I wish it never happened and I still feel my spirit is hovering in the jungles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-1048027685768805165?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/1048027685768805165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=1048027685768805165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1048027685768805165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1048027685768805165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2008/04/ranthambhore-tiger-tiger-burning.html' title='Ranthambhore – tiger, tiger burning bright…..2'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SBXVIThqXfI/AAAAAAAAADY/OTUasgNQD4o/s72-c/DSC_0145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-7497124394467301580</id><published>2008-04-21T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:53:24.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP BEING AN ANIMAL!!......for Shoma!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SAxhz7XAuYI/AAAAAAAAACg/SF0FS7CsEeo/s1600-h/veg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191632015186770306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SAxhz7XAuYI/AAAAAAAAACg/SF0FS7CsEeo/s320/veg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;1 throbbing heart&lt;br /&gt;1 baby womb&lt;br /&gt;8 nipples for suckling&lt;br /&gt;Does it amount to $ 12\kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A beautiful Animal to love and let live!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STOP THE SAVAGE ANIMAL IN YOU&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE A VEGETARIAN!!&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/22625113-7497124394467301580?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/7497124394467301580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=7497124394467301580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/7497124394467301580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/7497124394467301580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2008/04/stop-being-animal.html' title='STOP BEING AN ANIMAL!!......for Shoma!!'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SAxhz7XAuYI/AAAAAAAAACg/SF0FS7CsEeo/s72-c/veg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-5318723596139059947</id><published>2008-04-16T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:54:52.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of the traffic signal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SAbwW_5bGYI/AAAAAAAAACY/AVbc0qXD5A8/s1600-h/2137986600_3be3d3a12f_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190099898491148674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="95" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SAbwW_5bGYI/AAAAAAAAACY/AVbc0qXD5A8/s320/2137986600_3be3d3a12f_s.jpg" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SAbtUv5bGXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3vhWu3NcFiQ/s1600-h/TS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190096561301559666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SAbtUv5bGXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3vhWu3NcFiQ/s320/TS.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BMW, MERC, HONDA CITY to play around with; more than 5 kms of open wide space to run around, green grass and open sky to breathe fresh air. Sounds glamorous and ideal for many of us but for the children of the traffic signal - it is the road, cars and small patches of greens on dividers which make up for their working home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a country with a bursting population to reach the two billion mark soon and no attempts from the great Indian leaders to address the issue - it is no wonder or news to have 100's of unwanted children on roads. And if we have to even half believe the stark reality portrayed in the movie - Traffic Signal, it is a matter of utter disgust to see infants being used to steal sympathy for begging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids of different size scooting around the signal points to hawk or beg with no fears of the monster called urban road. But I guess it hardly matters since if one die there will be an immediate replacement by 2 more who would still keep some of their innocance and once in a while forget the burdens of this dirty world and play around the cars or show their unkempt teeth - the undauting spirit of a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets stop claiming we are in the 21stcentury with brilliant scientific discoveries in contrast to unfed millions of children on road. Lets start discovering the stark truths taking place all round us and address them much before we organise big conferences on Eradication of Child Labour( India has the largest!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please ARISE AND AWAKE and stop not till we restore the sprirt and innocance in every child of this nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SAbwW_5bGYI/AAAAAAAAACY/AVbc0qXD5A8/s1600-h/2137986600_3be3d3a12f_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-5655042450382304660</id><published>2008-03-05T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:13:16.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace!!!</title><content type='html'>Birds tweet, humming sound of the bees, silence of the engulfing forest&lt;br /&gt;The mind has come to rest….&lt;br /&gt;At the feet of Almighty mother – Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek peace, sounds of silence, a restful mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;Seize and stop this moment of ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Surrender your heartbeats to this moment of Nirvana....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-5655042450382304660?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/5655042450382304660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-5514951753595249433</id><published>2008-02-20T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T02:26:58.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET IT OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!</title><content type='html'>restless mind, painful heart,dishevelled thought&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what makes life so upsetting&lt;br /&gt;are these some deep desires which I have so long let to rot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering eyes,aimless actions,deep sorrow&lt;br /&gt;is it love or hate&lt;br /&gt;or few dreams trying to find life through a narrow burrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money, honey,car or to be a star&lt;br /&gt;what life has for me?&lt;br /&gt;profession, passion or obsession - mind is deeply tarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry out, shriek out, let it out&lt;br /&gt;dont imprison your heartfelt desires and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Live and let live one and all.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREE THE SOUL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-5514951753595249433?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/5514951753595249433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=5514951753595249433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/5514951753595249433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/5514951753595249433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-it-outttttttttttttt.html' title='LET IT OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-4808151330472215252</id><published>2008-01-08T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:37:01.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAARE ZAMMEN PAR............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/R4RlVS7ac5I/AAAAAAAAACE/GImTRGxuoDs/s1600-h/TZP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153355290151383954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/R4RlVS7ac5I/AAAAAAAAACE/GImTRGxuoDs/s320/TZP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TAAARE ZAMEEN PAR - Did it leave a sweet or sour taste...........or did it tinkle your senses...........or did it make you introspective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it just about a special child? Or was it to do with undying and stressful ambitions of parents to see their child a topper in the rat race? Or is it a new perspective for all parents &amp;amp; would-be's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we ever thought what we mean by parental guidance ultimately turns out to be a forceful extension of our unfulfilled dreams and ambitions which the children are supposed to fulfill in their lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the individual child with his dreams and fantasies - his world? He gets lost very soon in the mark sheets, rankings, awards and certificates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do we give birth to our next generation just to see the extension of ourselves - how mean, tortorous and selfish idea can that be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a child take the world as it comes to him in his own ways and thoughts. Let him dream and make his own world - hear him, observe him,extend your hand to make his dream world a beautiful place to live-in for him; its not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Every child is special'' - very rightfully conveyed in the movie and it is not about learning difficulties or motor neuron disease in a child - it is all about peeping into their own world which they create painstakingly with the beauties of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets unite to protect their dream bubble and nurture them in their peace and beauty.&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-4808151330472215252?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/4808151330472215252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=4808151330472215252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/4808151330472215252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/4808151330472215252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2008/01/taare-zammen-par.html' title='TAARE ZAMMEN PAR............'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/R4RlVS7ac5I/AAAAAAAAACE/GImTRGxuoDs/s72-c/TZP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-3234895608043783543</id><published>2007-12-27T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T04:49:25.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhikchik-dhikchik.....the jarring beats!! Melody lost???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/R3N5MLczTYI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ut5YD6ln-t0/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148592049153592706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/R3N5MLczTYI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ut5YD6ln-t0/s320/dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhikchik...dhikchik..dhikchik...the 3 taal beat which has revolutionised the world of music in present times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you step into - disco...pubs....parties..or even religious ceremonies(quite a paradox!), you here the stereotype, anti-meditative sound which can get you a 'high' without any amount of hashish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are we aware of &lt;strong&gt;OUR &lt;/strong&gt;music which comes from our hinterland - the ever melodious beats of &lt;em&gt;dhaak, ghungroo, ek tara?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One can sway in a trance to the beats of chou, rajasthani folk, santhali dance, the east godavari folk(as seen in the picture) to ecstacy level. But sadly we feel folk is a passe' and low class and goes well with some so called ''melas''. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wont be too hard to challenge Indian folk music and dance with western hip-hop and the modulated beats of folk can anyday surpass so called pop music in beats, peppiness, melody and its effect on the soul.&lt;/p&gt;As our great poet(Rabindranath Tagore) rightfully mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' Anek bidesh ghure.......dekha hoynai....chokkhu melia, ghor hote du pa feliya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ekti dhaner shish er opor ekti shishir bindu''....which roughly means....we always look for pleasures outside while we ignore the beauties inside, ones which are near to us....can also become dear to us....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-3234895608043783543?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/3234895608043783543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=3234895608043783543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/3234895608043783543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/3234895608043783543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2007/12/dhikchik-dhikchikthe-jarring-beats.html' title='Dhikchik-dhikchik.....the jarring beats!! Melody lost???'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/R3N5MLczTYI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ut5YD6ln-t0/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-2822876125350899261</id><published>2007-11-11T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:04:01.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artisans lost in the backlane.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RzfxR6J0tAI/AAAAAAAAABk/PJPZZSCzsbA/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131835590382498818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RzfxR6J0tAI/AAAAAAAAABk/PJPZZSCzsbA/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25k for a Bidri Hookah!! The artisans get 5k!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The makey world of art lovers frequented by socialites sipping vintage wine and discussing the beauty and intricacy of art are the decision makers of such beauty. They are the bread and butter providers for the artisans breaking their backs for the art lovers in high societies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noor Alam, lives in the dingy and dark backlane in Bidar. For 8 hours in a day he bends over to concentrate and create the intricate work of Bidri. The room is nothing more than 6ft by 6ft and depends much on daylight coming from a small window right on top. He represents one of many unattainded, unknown creaters of beauty who are not only lost in the barklanes but are also poorly paid in lieu of their mighty creations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their fault - being poor, uneducated and non-commercial in nature. They are day-in and day out sold to the art dealers who flaunt there art in high prices. While these so called ''high social beings'' make hay, the artisans create wonders and die in oblivion is some backlane of our many villages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's called '' survival of the fittest''!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-2822876125350899261?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/2822876125350899261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=2822876125350899261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/2822876125350899261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/2822876125350899261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2007/11/artisans-lost-in-backlane.html' title='Artisans lost in the backlane.......'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RzfxR6J0tAI/AAAAAAAAABk/PJPZZSCzsbA/s72-c/DSC_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-4894541077056081317</id><published>2007-10-25T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:57:45.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom..........the essay!!!</title><content type='html'>The heading...doesn't it sound familiar......one of the very few common topics to write essay on during our childhood days and I distinctly remember what I worte - '' My mom is fat and she cooks well''!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey of motherhood is an amazing give and take relation for both mother and her child - both pass through different phases in their relationship. The formative years are mostly spent on dependency from both sides - love - care while with time it changes to an age old concept - ''generation gap''. The summative years would be completion of the cycle - friendship - love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it was living the same life cycle with our own personalization aspects. We also had the growing pangs of ''generation gap'' stage with ideological conflicts. We both took each other as sworn enemies and would often end up in emotional bursts. But amidst all, for us the next level of friendship, love and care happened in an escalated way. There came a time when we would openly discuss love, sex, new exposures in the growing stage and would find a lot of solace in accepting each others theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing on her 7th death anniversary, all those ups and downs in a mother-child relation one thing stands true to the core - the title ''ma\mom'' might be of just 2-3 letters but it holds enormous power and strength to influence, mould, create, love &amp;amp; care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My salute to the Almighty ''Mother''.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-4894541077056081317?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/4894541077056081317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=4894541077056081317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/4894541077056081317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/4894541077056081317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-momthe-essay.html' title='My Mom..........the essay!!!'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-1625881910915726012</id><published>2007-06-16T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:03:49.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger tiger burning bright.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RnTGKPfhOlI/AAAAAAAAABc/vxS_fC0AyIE/s1600-h/DSC_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076900559213115986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RnTGKPfhOlI/AAAAAAAAABc/vxS_fC0AyIE/s320/DSC_0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tables are turned.............we the so called superior human species find ourselves in the mercy of all powerful Nature. Unknown territory, suspense at every corner, mere existence is on luck is what is in store for us when we visit the forest - Forest in real terms not the one which we live in - urban jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The density, unknown sounds punctuated with numbness overpowers the mind and soul and for the first time you bow down to the enormous power of mother nature engulfing you to the last drop of your blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute builds up to a suspense thriller when nature tries out your patience and luck with sudden glimpses of the beauties in the form of birds, deers, bisons, sambhars, bear until you come acroos the mighty power of nature embodied in one form - the Tiger. The eyes stare at you taking in all the candid shots much before you take out your camera for one click. One feels helpless as a child in front of the Mighty but the kind of respect and aura it throws, you are bound to feel a change in your superior status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As rightfully William Blake puts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIGER, tiger, burning bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;In the forests of the night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;What immortal hand or eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Could frame thy fearful symmetry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what distant deeps or skies&lt;br /&gt; Burnt the fire of thine eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;On what wings dare he aspire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;What the hand dare seize the fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what shoulder and what art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Could twist the sinews of thy heart?&lt;br /&gt;And when thy heart began to beat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;What dread hand and what dread feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hammer? what the chain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;In what furnace was thy brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="14"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;What the anvil? What dread grasp&lt;br /&gt;Dare its deadly terrors clasp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="16"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars threw down their spears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;And water'd heaven with their tears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="18"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Did He smile His work to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Did He who made the lamb make thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger, tiger, burning bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="21"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;In the forests of the night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="22"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;What immortal hand or eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="23"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we mere puny humans in front of the Almighty nature - are we superiors only because we can throw a bullet or burn the beauty around?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-1625881910915726012?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/1625881910915726012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=1625881910915726012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1625881910915726012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1625881910915726012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2007/06/tiger-tiger-burning-bright.html' title='Tiger tiger burning bright.............'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RnTGKPfhOlI/AAAAAAAAABc/vxS_fC0AyIE/s72-c/DSC_0370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-4195966557995997007</id><published>2007-05-25T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T06:59:35.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Indian Culture........for Navin.....</title><content type='html'>Quite a paradox - the two words.......marketing and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing is all about numbers and money while culture is a feeling and sense. So how does these two get married? Simple, its all about made for each other concept i.e although they are conceptually poles apart but one is dependant on the other. It is the tinkling of the coins which can keep the culture concept up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The richness of Indian culture dates back to the begining of civiliazation and have been largely influenced by different kingdoms from inside and outside. It encompasses not only classical, folk, music, sounds, theatre, street plays, puppetry, poetry, literature but also the traditional customs of respecting elders, touching their feet, giving the right dose of cultural teachings to children and also making them aware and proud of our heritage and roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing in its crude form has always been there from dawn of civiliazation. Hawking, ballads on roads, wandering monks chanting were few forms of marketing our culture. Presntly it has taken its formal shape with organisations dedicated to marketing are taking it up as endevours to market Indian Culture within and abroad. There are side effects for all efforts taken - for this it would be positive and negative. Positive would be it is reaching to greater mass of people and giving impetus to new people to pursue but the negative would be that it to some extent in some spheres becoming too commercialized in an endevour to reach the masses. It is loosing the gravity and depth and becoming more like a fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balance of the two is too delicate and I repeat a paradox weighing the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is can the egg survive without the chicken and vice versa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-4195966557995997007?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/4195966557995997007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=4195966557995997007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/4195966557995997007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/4195966557995997007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2007/05/marketing-indian-culturefor-naveen.html' title='Marketing Indian Culture........for Navin.....'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-1702585076827705676</id><published>2007-05-11T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:32:37.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle...twinkle...little stars................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RkVfZ9beG4I/AAAAAAAAABU/xrSJKgq6B2c/s1600-h/Baba&amp;Ma+Uganda+Visit+April+2007+4-7-2007+11-02-51+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063558255639141250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RkVfZ9beG4I/AAAAAAAAABU/xrSJKgq6B2c/s320/Baba%26Ma+Uganda+Visit+April+2007+4-7-2007+11-02-51+AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world of &lt;strong&gt;Alice in Wonder land&lt;/strong&gt;....that is the world we live in under the umbrella of our guardians till we step out in the harsh crude world of our own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the small pleasures of life - comic books, radio, fighting over pencils, home works, playing 'ice-pice', riding merry-go-rounds, yearning for all the expensive toys and candies over the counter and howling for not getting them are some of the most beautiful experiences we can ever enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our teens, looking at boys with coy, going to restaurants with pocket full of pennies, enjoying bus rides to school, getting wet and dirty in the rain, fighting out over a game of cricket with the elders, the first love letters in flowery letter writing pads, the chocolates and posters as gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unhindered world of Alice. No streaks of financial worries, career pressure, status race, serious fights for power and money - the &lt;strong&gt;simple world of............twinkle....twinkle little stars&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/22625113-1702585076827705676?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/1702585076827705676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=1702585076827705676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1702585076827705676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1702585076827705676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2007/05/twinkletwinklelittle-stars.html' title='Twinkle...twinkle...little stars................'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RkVfZ9beG4I/AAAAAAAAABU/xrSJKgq6B2c/s72-c/Baba%26Ma+Uganda+Visit+April+2007+4-7-2007+11-02-51+AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-7766914109709790067</id><published>2007-04-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T08:27:13.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 May! World Women's Day - farce or a neccessity?</title><content type='html'>Why do we need a women's day in the first place? And if we really need to celebrate a day seperately like environment day, water day, disability day, then why do we clamour for equality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's rights for equality, respect that are written down, documented and the ones which claim to give us freedom from atrocities of dowry deaths, marital rapes, rapes,beatings etc...etc..etc are all done by men who are already guilty of some sort of brutality towards women in their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women should rather Arise and Awake to such atrocities by their own strength of mind. Rather than clamouring for rights, one should claim them. Self-respect can only be earned by own strength of character and not by celebrating Women's Day. The traditional notions of physical weakness, financial dependancies can always be overcomed with zeal and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop begging for rights! Make them and establish them because we should not forget that we are the creators and the image of 'Shakti' or power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-7766914109709790067?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/7766914109709790067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=7766914109709790067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/7766914109709790067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/7766914109709790067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2007/04/8-may-world-womens-day-farce-or.html' title='8 May! World Women&apos;s Day - farce or a neccessity?'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-5611841442354800586</id><published>2007-03-23T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:32:53.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital relationship.............the secret???</title><content type='html'>A big enigma - things going wrong with romance with just one &lt;strong&gt;signature&lt;/strong&gt; of registration of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; the signature - roses, long walks, long talks on the phone, yearning for each other................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; the signature - seperate ways - one hooked to the TV while the other suddenly too concerned about cleaning and household work, only conversion revolves round the house and kids, husbands enjoying freedom when wives go for holidays at thier parents place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the signature settles the insecurity of the relationship or is it that once you &lt;strong&gt;own &lt;/strong&gt;the 'most wanted' you get over it and it lies unwanted in one corner or is it that once you stay together both get exposed to the gorry details of each other and the disillusionment happens quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With long standing relationship it is always a joint process of growing and changing and those who cant keep pace with each other in this ever evolving process gets lost in the whole relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you maintain the consistency? There is a beautiful thought on that - there are three stages in a relationship - first is the constant tassel to change each other; the second stage is when you get weary of the tassel and settle down by accepting each other as you are and the second invariably leads to the third which is a peaceful harmony of companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best time tested formula of success would be to become &lt;strong&gt;best of freinds&lt;/strong&gt; from the very first sight. No inhibitions, no secrecy, no artficaility, equal respect and companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No illusions, so no disillusionments. As the fairy tales would declare - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Married happily ever after.........................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-5611841442354800586?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/5611841442354800586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=5611841442354800586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/5611841442354800586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/5611841442354800586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2007/03/marital-relationshipthe-secret.html' title='Marital relationship.............the secret???'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-6834638739567296626</id><published>2007-03-18T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:52:19.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting - a different platform?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/Rf0rUQrH3dI/AAAAAAAAABI/PgXS9ewqVhQ/s1600-h/100_0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043234784798039506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/Rf0rUQrH3dI/AAAAAAAAABI/PgXS9ewqVhQ/s320/100_0897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it an artisit's reflection of his surroundings, or is it a reflection of his mental model, or is it done keeping in mind the commercial aspect? Too many questions, an &lt;strong&gt;Enigma&lt;/strong&gt; since each artisit has his or her version of answering to these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through centuries starting from cave paintings which were simple rendition of objects from surrounding to impressionist art to modern or as some prefer to call it 'abstract art'. What makes art go through its phases? What has led to the change in forms starting from cave paintings although if we look from the perspective of reflection of surroundings then the only thing that has changed is the artificial contour i.e the buildings, the roads while mother nature remains the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are schools of art - the 'grammar' as they would call it - but does art or expression of your mind truly have any grammar? Are people moving to and fro in the grammar, real artists? I guess impressionism was a great breakthrough from the grammar of art - a true expression of your mind - going beyound the lines and giving life, motion within boundary of a canvas or medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is abstract art? Is it anything and everything which is not understood - the cognitive strain on viewers mind on deciphering the artists thought is called modern art or abstract art? Even the belive by artists to prove to one and all that they belong to some other hemisphere - isn't art for everyone? Can't we call the cobbler, the house painter or even the rickshaw-puller artisits in their own forms? They all have creativity in their life and work, even the mother who brings up her child - they all create their own ways and methods which affects their surroundings in a small or big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the most poignant truth is that there is no line or seperate breed called artists. Accordingly art should be grouped not as per the lines on the paper or medium but way beyond that - as per life itself where it gives a platform to one and all to express his or her mind . And not to forget the most successful artist in the world - &lt;strong&gt;Mother Earth&lt;/strong&gt; herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the world's a stage and everyone are artists in their own ways!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-6834638739567296626?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/6834638739567296626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=6834638739567296626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/6834638739567296626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/6834638739567296626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2007/03/painting-medium-of-expression.html' title='Painting - a different platform?'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/Rf0rUQrH3dI/AAAAAAAAABI/PgXS9ewqVhQ/s72-c/100_0897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-3156920163144390241</id><published>2007-01-12T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:44:52.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long in city Pent! Kon - asheem..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RbWbc8V0znI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UMvh5XgD6SA/s1600-h/100_0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023091880937967218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RbWbc8V0znI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UMvh5XgD6SA/s320/100_0738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Living in a concrete jungle for too long kills all the five senses - the scents of nature, the hearing sense of chirping birds, the feel of freshness, the blindness to green as a color..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To somewhat revive the senses, one needs to fly away from the suffocation of a city and loose himself in nature..........surrender to the most overpowering Power.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rightfully did the same to a pristine place called Konaseema - it is at the heart of Godavari delta - world's densest population of coconut trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house boat cruise on the river - taking-in natures wonderful gifts - pure air, chirping birds, the color green. It was a peaceful surrender to the mightiest.................. sit back and relax while she takes over all your worries, tensions, complications and nurtures you with peace and sanctity. A difficult from of expression in simple human language - need to feel it, fill it and shut yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most successful form of meditation to feel and be part of the almighty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-3156920163144390241?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/3156920163144390241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=3156920163144390241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/3156920163144390241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/3156920163144390241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-long-in-city-pent-kon-asheem.html' title='Too long in city Pent! Kon - asheem..............'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RbWbc8V0znI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UMvh5XgD6SA/s72-c/100_0738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-5347142569884797304</id><published>2006-12-30T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:25:01.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>water...water...nowhere...not even a drop to drink....</title><content type='html'>Half a glass of water once every week.........mineral tissues to wipe oneself clean.............the color green only in old paintings......minimum temperatures 50 degree celcious...............earthquakes...acid rain........volcanoes errupting every 2hours in a day...........circa 2070!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the scenario for our progenies...........while we laugh.......party.........and Destroy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are supposed to be the most intelligent living beings on this earth...........are you sure? If so, why do we destroy ourselves, our environment, our future? Will supercomputers, robots, organic food save us from the bleak future? Are we superior to mother nature - can we stop earthquakes, volcanoes, acid rains, global warming? Interestingly we are the catalyst of our sufference - cutting trees and destroying natural environment, killing animals and dis-balancing the food chain,  nuclear tests, pollution,wasting water.......all in the name of CIVILISATION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets learn from our intelligent couterparts - animals. They donot kill or destroy for pleasure. They can sense dangers much ahead of us.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late? Arise, awake....till its too late...........and we reach 2070!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-5347142569884797304?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/5347142569884797304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=5347142569884797304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/5347142569884797304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/5347142569884797304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2006/12/waterwaternowherenot-even-drop-to-drink.html' title='water...water...nowhere...not even a drop to drink....'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-2873693785719555756</id><published>2006-12-24T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:06:19.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD OLD KOLKATA...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RY_i-p_AcbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/isbN3G9C3iw/s1600-h/TraM_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012474476336542130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RY_i-p_AcbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/isbN3G9C3iw/s320/TraM_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dusty roads, potholed streets, pollution, crowded footpaths, bandhs, rosogollas, warm hearted people, cultural sphere, adaptible people......that's &lt;strong&gt;Good Old Kolkata&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the capital city of India, today it ranks among the last few in terms of its growth and glory. No wonder why Kolkatans still fall back to its rich heritage and glory of the past - the city has somehow frozen in time - the time of the Raj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city still holds the cultural scene in the form of classical performances, theatres but what has happened to the industry - jute, manufacturing? The Manchester of India is a graveyard. Economy is in shambles, trade unionism rules, IT industry is a hogwash with big infrastructures with not enough good work, polittical parties donot work together for growth rather fight over their own egoisms at the cost of industrial growths. The créme of Bengal - the talented, qualified youth have mostly left in despair - Kolkata is ruled by few hard-core Marwaris with very less sense of the future or attachment to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kolkatans dont we have a duty to give back to our beautiful old city by being more conscious of keeping the surrounding clean and beautiful? Being more politically active by revolting against the wrongs of bandhs and strikes which parallises growth? To get unified and be back to our roots and work for a better future for Bengal - a region with the biggest wealth - its heritage, 'golden' soil, river? What more can you ask for to develop a state? We only need some positive, aggresive, rooted Bengalis to turn the wind to its positive direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are their any out there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-2873693785719555756?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/2873693785719555756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=2873693785719555756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/2873693785719555756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/2873693785719555756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-old-calcutta.html' title='GOOD OLD KOLKATA...............'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RY_i-p_AcbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/isbN3G9C3iw/s72-c/TraM_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-1366508331206647643</id><published>2006-12-13T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:25:36.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Truly the 'RAJ'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RYTRcZ_AcaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZeLM-NrI9Y4/s1600-h/100_0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009358971484533154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RYTRcZ_AcaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZeLM-NrI9Y4/s320/100_0690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RYTMrp_AcZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rVHLRwMXrf0/s1600-h/100_0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009353735919399314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RYTMrp_AcZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rVHLRwMXrf0/s320/100_0618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The name of this post might sound either historical to some or coming from a person still under the 'chaprusi' style of British influence but a visit to our past 'RAJ' gave me a very candid view of the United Kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a firm believe that any country rooted in its distant past and with a strong affinity for its heritage which dates back to many centuries( as we have all read British History) has a strong sense of binding and belonging among its people and for people visiting from other lands that sense gets evident in each nook and corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking past the majestic and grand theatres, museums made me feel like a historical character straight out of the books. It was like reliving the past as a victorian lady walking the Green park, being part of Robin Hood gang on the way past Nottingham Forest or being part of the romantic genre' looking and soaking the beauty in front of Da Vinci, Michealangelo, Raffael or being impressionist standing in front of Van Gough's 'Sunflowers'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all the well maintained majestic glory - the modern buildings are seamingly layed out but in a way to give more importance to the old and magnificient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with the contour, the people are a good mixture of Britishers and Europeans and Asians. The Asian presence reminds of India's days of Raj reversed. But as the saying goes ' when you are in Rome be a Roman' all bask in the British glory. A bunch of reserved and cordial people, very soft and gentle in their nature - a perfect gel with the serene contour. People who live up to their rich heritage and past. The only modern element in their character would be the absence of snobishness or racism that was prominent years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contrary to the popular fable - 'London Bridge has truly risen in all its might and power'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/22625113-1366508331206647643?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/1366508331206647643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=1366508331206647643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1366508331206647643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/1366508331206647643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2006/12/truly-raj.html' title='Truly the &apos;RAJ&apos;'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/RYTRcZ_AcaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZeLM-NrI9Y4/s72-c/100_0690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-116269870626685883</id><published>2006-11-04T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:51:53.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An enigma:cross-status compatibility</title><content type='html'>The lowest and the upper most class in our social strata are the most happy and peaceful and interestingly have uncanny resemblance in their habits and habitats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have a fair idea about their wealth and strength, their wants and desires and people from both these strata have a confident "donot care" attitude towards the society at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst affected are the middle-class and the upper middle class who get caught between the have and have-not's - their undying desire to make themselves compatible to upper class society but also stick on to ideals of the "traditional" middle-class strata. It is a constant psychological fight to make the "right" choices. Should a lady drink or smoke? Should my daughter go out for night-outs with her friends? Is calling friends over for regular drinks at home good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With advent of economic growth all across, middle class have monetory power much higher than their predecessors - this in turn create furthur confusion. They get more and more entangled in a cobbweb of social compatibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This compatibility confusion will ultimately give birth to a new class of people - utterly confused, stuck between norms and depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-116269870626685883?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/116269870626685883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=116269870626685883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/116269870626685883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/116269870626685883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2006/11/enigmacross-status-compatibility.html' title='An enigma:cross-status compatibility'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-116201349864920099</id><published>2006-10-27T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:51:52.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS UNIVERSE...................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3946/2304/1600/100_0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3946/2304/320/100_0467.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TAJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS UNIVERSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17TH CENTURY......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awestruck beauty, grace, elegance, personality, perfection over powers one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stands tall in all its purity and perfection guarding its undaunted beauty for centuries together and for more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is she ashamed of her nakedness or tired of all those yearning eyes on her? Or, of all the years of struggle she has endured to strongly guard her purity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand in front of her - you can empathise with her and bask in her glory because even in her most poignant stage she engulfs one and all in her beauty and grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-116201349864920099?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/116201349864920099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=116201349864920099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/116201349864920099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/116201349864920099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2006/10/miss-universe.html' title='MISS UNIVERSE...................'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-116089237748800672</id><published>2006-10-14T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:51:52.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Religion"......the farce that unites people?!!!</title><content type='html'>Religion grew from the need for humans to get disciplined under one banner.........the superior race to bow down their ego to one enigma - GOD! The pun here is that humans themselves created the concept to bow down to - the biggest twist of human civiliasation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not hard to believe that from its inseption it was largely advocated for a good cause to humans in large and also for vested interests of few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been the evolution of religion....like humans? Has it really disciplined humans or made them better social beings? Or has it only helped few in their monetory enhancements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets zoom into a stereotype puja pandal in Calcutta or Hyderabad. It is a gathering of people in their sunday best munching away goodies and nudging each other to get the best place to view functions or even bad mouthing for the  most frivolous causes. The primary objective to unite like minded or like religion people gets defeated at its inception itself - the farce surfaces in all its nasty form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War in the name of religion, killing innocant people for differences of religious beliefs - have we evolved under one banner? It is far from that - religion has just benefitted few perverted vested people - ones who earn millions from using it to their own use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evolution of religion like its creator has been towards destruction, anarchy and disturbing. All in the name of GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-116089237748800672?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/116089237748800672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=116089237748800672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/116089237748800672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/116089237748800672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2006/10/religionthe-farce-that-unites-people.html' title='&quot;Religion&quot;......the farce that unites people?!!!'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-114387327534628411</id><published>2006-03-31T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:51:52.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riders to the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3946/2304/1600/100_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3946/2304/320/100_0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sea is an enigma..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its vastness makes humans loose all inhibitions, grief, worldly matters &amp; flow with the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were six lost souls in city pent trying to re-invent ourselves by the seaside at Suryalanka - a sea side resort 360kms from Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were Riders to the Sea like the fishermen..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................ready to loose our souls to its vastness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suryalanka is a village by the seaside &amp;amp; the only bit of so called civiliasation is in the form of the AP tourism hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves had a clear welcome message with open arms - we let ourselves flow with it. All worries,tension, sorrow,rift got washed away - a brain wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we just quitely stared at the moonlit silver waves - a sound of silence was beating all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let the overwhelming sea engulf us in all its magnitude.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-114387327534628411?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/114387327534628411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=114387327534628411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/114387327534628411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/114387327534628411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2006/03/riders-to-sea.html' title='Riders to the Sea'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-114093311354968731</id><published>2006-02-25T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:51:52.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE: HYDERABAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3946/2304/1600/hyderabad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3946/2304/320/hyderabad.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;One Step Away from Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choosing a second home is the toughest decision &amp; that also when you are or think that your birthpalce is the ideal one to spend the rest of your life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After believeing so for a chunk of my life in Calcutta, it was time &amp;amp; opportunity to move on &amp; experience new horizons(as I believed).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stepped out with my small extended family(my husband) for the adventure - to make a second home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we know India is a vast land of diversity - south India itself can be considered a seperate palce with different culture, language and customs -  such bookish visions were badly stuck in our minds when we landed in Hyderabad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now we are one &amp; half months old in this city - surprisingly it is already our second home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Calcutta &amp; its people have their peculiar nuances &amp;amp; surprisingly in a small way I discovered where lies the unity in diversity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both city has a laid back attitude to life - sense of timing is particularly very bad! Locals are in a confused state between MNC culture and their own strong traditions! The outcome is jeans &amp; sneakers with bindi &amp;amp; gajra!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boom in hyderabad in terms of IT and MNC's is just fresh from oven - it will take considerable time for locals to adjust which is evident the way they go about on the road!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...................the love for food is also evident!.............generallly locals are shy &amp; not much open to outsiders!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In all this confusion, industry state is hot &amp;amp; rising. To make a career in IT no better option with all the big ones present here. The civic sense of goverment is also pretty good with neat roads and decent atmosphere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, our second home is not proving to be painful to adjust! A lot also depends on how you welcome the city in return - &amp; "be a roman in rome"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-114093311354968731?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/114093311354968731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=114093311354968731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/114093311354968731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/114093311354968731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-hyderabad.html' title='LIFE: HYDERABAD'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22625113.post-114023106764020313</id><published>2006-02-17T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:51:52.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life: Rang De Basanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3946/2304/1600/rdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3946/2304/320/rdb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "Basanti" is a definite indication of the color of India, color of youth, color of "josh" which is the ultimate message of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there is one unified statement in any art form which the creator himself conveys but I strongly feel any art form may it be cinema or painiting creates subjective connotation in viewers mind which may or may not vary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same thoughts when I talk about an art form I insist that its my subjective opinion.&lt;br /&gt;The movie tries to string up the pre-independance and post-independance days with the message that "nothing has changed". We are still slaves in our democratic country - slaves to a corrupt system, slaves to our own constricted thoughts that there is some third party responsible for our country's dirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This escapist concept gets broken in the movie - nothing changes by being inactive but one has to rise &amp; activate the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep underlying message to India's youth is very well camouflaged with "masti, songs and dance" - this I would say a second message that today's youth does not hold patience for any serious message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only point where I disagree very strongly is that to get up &amp;amp; do something for this country does not require any personal grounds. Infact, the "learning from the past" message that is portrayed clearly shows that in pre-independance time our youth did not need personal reasons to rise up in arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the way, its the right time to "arise, awake and stop not till the goal is reached"(Netaji).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22625113-114023106764020313?l=diyasur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/feeds/114023106764020313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22625113&amp;postID=114023106764020313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/114023106764020313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22625113/posts/default/114023106764020313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyasur.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-rang-de-basanti.html' title='Life: Rang De Basanti'/><author><name>diya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249022145934043808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJpNdy1y8Sw/SVhnTK0ZIDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0E9v1485iyQ/S220/diya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
