<?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-5592576</id><updated>2011-05-10T23:11:45.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Random Thoughts...

Inspired by "Idle Thoughts of Idle Fellow" Jerome K Jerome.
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-108052517478522159</id><published>2004-03-28T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T21:21:59.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;In Search Of Truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Search Of Truth ..the  &lt;a href="http://unsui.blogspot.com/"&gt;Unsui&lt;/a&gt; has moved to a new &lt;a href="http://unsui.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dojo&lt;/a&gt;.To those who made his stay pleasant &lt;a href="http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; with all your appreciation and critics ! Thank You for Your Interest &amp; Patience !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-108052517478522159?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/108052517478522159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/108052517478522159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052517478522159' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107992732985332191</id><published>2004-03-21T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T22:51:16.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Lesson from a Flasher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this is No Story of Exhibitionist I encountered .This one is about a colleague&lt;br /&gt;Who was of the kind of Wealthy People who like to Flash their possessions&lt;br /&gt;So here we had in our team a person who used to sport a Golden bracelet&lt;br /&gt;bunch of gold chain,gold rimmed glasses,all fingers ornamented by golden rings&lt;br /&gt;And his arrival could be sensed by strong perfume he wore.For one or all of the&lt;br /&gt;above reasons This person didn't make that first impression on me.As a result"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had this "Hi Hello" Sort of dealings with this person.To top that he is &lt;br /&gt;very very conservative ,and used to come very strongly with his views &lt;br /&gt;during any casual conversations.But Over a Period Time I got used to him.&lt;br /&gt;He was definitely good with his work,and was very witty.Along with other &lt;br /&gt;colleague in team (With whom he was great friends too) ,these two always &lt;br /&gt;provided comic relief to the team,in our mundane work schedules.Over a period&lt;br /&gt;of time I developed a good rapport with Mr flasher.In our group we also had&lt;br /&gt;a lady who was miserably sloppy with her work attitude.And as it always is &lt;br /&gt;with me,I really can't sloppy people ,and to make the matters worst this lady &lt;br /&gt;never even made any attempts of improvement.And as a result I resorted to &lt;br /&gt;avoidance when it came to dealing with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This Lady was essential part of Mr Flasher's group.They went to lunch together&lt;br /&gt;They used to hang around together,made weekend plans together and So on..&lt;br /&gt;One day Out of curiosity ,I asked Mr flasher "how can you stand that lady?"&lt;br /&gt;"You wanted to say that she is sloppy ,a slob,doesn't do a single task given to her "&lt;br /&gt;Flasher asked interrupting me in my first statement."See thats what I was going to &lt;br /&gt;ask you!" I was kinda pleased having made him say what I wanted to say (as this &lt;br /&gt;didn't happen to anyone when dealing with Mr flash)." But M Tell me one thing why &lt;br /&gt;should not one associate with somebody who is a slob,why should one always seek&lt;br /&gt;company of competent perfectionist people" Mr.Flash seemed on roll."You are answering&lt;br /&gt;Your own question aren't you?" I asked him."Obviously Everyone likes company of Smarter&lt;br /&gt;More Competent People ..Which Will Stimulate their thinking,inspire them ,wouldn't they ?"&lt;br /&gt;I continued.Flash Said " You have answered your own question M Haven't you ?"&lt;br /&gt;I was Puzzled. He said "M Tell me why should more competent people should associate &lt;br /&gt;with you? with your logic they will aspire for higher level ,why they should downgrade&lt;br /&gt; and hang around with you..Think about it.And As you say That you are seeking perfection.&lt;br /&gt;.There is nothing wrong with it .But that doesn't mean You can't be compassionate....&lt;br /&gt;and Also if You are not perfect ,how can you be judge others?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So saying Mr Flasher left ,Not without giving first lesson of&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Not being judgmental  &amp; being More compassionate with others."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently when I read Advice of &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesegoto11.com/zen/index.php?story=77"&gt;Zen Master Zengetsu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, to his Pupils&lt;br /&gt;"A person may appear a fool and yet not be one. He may only be guarding his wisdom carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Flasher's Lesson flashed in back of my Mind&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107992732985332191?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107992732985332191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107992732985332191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107992732985332191' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107932411422208816</id><published>2004-03-14T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:17:34.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Love Story With A Twist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I caught the world in a bottle and&lt;br /&gt;everything was still beneath the moon&lt;br /&gt;Without your love would it shine for me&lt;br /&gt;If I was smart as Aristotle and &lt;br /&gt;understood the rings around the moon&lt;br /&gt;What would it all matter if you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still&lt;br /&gt;With a million dreams to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;And a matter of moments until the dancing ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear&lt;br /&gt;Not a solitary thing would I fear&lt;br /&gt;Except when this moment comes near the dancing&amp;rsquo;s end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I caught the world in an hourglass&lt;br /&gt;Saddled up the moon so we could ride&lt;br /&gt;Until the stars grew dim&lt;br /&gt;Until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you&amp;rsquo;ll meet a stranger and&lt;br /&gt;all the noise is silenced in the room&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;rsquo;ll feel that you&amp;rsquo;re close to some mystery&lt;br /&gt;In the moonlight and everything shatters you feel&lt;br /&gt;as if you&amp;rsquo;ve known her all your life&lt;br /&gt;The world&amp;rsquo;s oldest lesson in history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still&lt;br /&gt;With a million dreams to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;And a matter of moments until the dancing ends&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear&lt;br /&gt;And not a solitary thing do I fear&lt;br /&gt;Except when this moment comes near the dancing&amp;rsquo;s end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if I caught the world in an hourglass&lt;br /&gt;Saddled up the moon and we would ride&lt;br /&gt;Until the stars grew dim&lt;br /&gt;Until the time that time stands still&lt;br /&gt;Until &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Sting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OST&lt;/u&gt;- Kate &amp; Leopold - &lt;i&gt;Love Story with Twist in Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107932411422208816?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107932411422208816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107932411422208816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932411422208816' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107863552829849701</id><published>2004-03-06T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T01:48:27.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Master of Puppets - &lt;a href="http://www.eif.co.uk/"&gt;Edinburgh Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the activities in the Art Festival were outdoor,and we had been walking around&lt;br /&gt;continuously since morning,and our tired feet needed some respite.The Small  Faded Tent&lt;br /&gt;that said&lt;b&gt; "Mr George's Puppet Show"&lt;/b&gt; was more than inviting .I bought two tickets ,from a &lt;br /&gt;forty something man behind the counter.The show was to begin in another 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;so when we entered the makeshift auditorium inside the Tent ,we were surprised to &lt;br /&gt;to find that we ,Me and Sunita were the only two audience.We sat on the Chairs and &lt;br /&gt;in course of next fifteen minutes we were joined by another One &amp; Half Audience&lt;br /&gt;One Old Granny  with her six-seven year old Grand daughter perhaps.There was no&lt;br /&gt;Activity Behind the curtains ,and as we were getting restless.The Very person behind &lt;br /&gt;Ticket counter Entered .He Welcomed us ,with a Bow and started "Sorry For the Late&lt;br /&gt;Start Ladies and Gentlemen.Looks like we won't have any more audience.So It would be &lt;br /&gt;Wrong to keep you especially that Little girl waiting,So We start this Special Show for Her&lt;br /&gt;He Bowed again with a slight Nod to the The Small girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He went behind the Curtains,and Started his Show of Wooden Puppets ,tied to Strings&lt;br /&gt;Went thru all his motions.His Puppets shared with us the tales of Prisoner who escaped from Tower&lt;br /&gt;Of London ,King Queens &amp; Clowns,The London Bobby ,Fireman All made their routine entries and exits&lt;br /&gt;The Whole show was engrossing and entertaining,for me and Sunita.The Little girl left the place with her&lt;br /&gt;Her Granny after around 35-40 minutes. After around One and Half our the Show was Over and The &lt;br /&gt;Tattered Auditorium was filled with(?) Claps of Two Spectators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.George Came from behind the curtains and took his customary bow.but the Zing that was present&lt;br /&gt;when he opened his act ,to his "Little Audience" was missing ...We Walked upto him and expressed our&lt;br /&gt;Appreciation.How we liked his show.Mr George Raised his Head Looked in our eyes ,we could read his &lt;br /&gt;Heart through his eyes. He was exhausted by his efforts with behind the curtains handling 2-3 sometimes &lt;br /&gt;four Puppets at time.He Thanked us for seeing his show.Those Big Eyes couldn't hide his emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir,Madam it was a Pleasure performing for you!! You Made my day !!!",So saying All of a sudden  he broke&lt;br /&gt;down,"Sometimes There aren't even these many spectators ",He lamented."This is weekday .On Weekends &lt;br /&gt;With School Holiday ,I'm sure You must be having More Audience" Sunita Tried to Solace.&lt;br /&gt;Who else but us who had been through the experience of "Performing to Empty Auditorium" Could Understand&lt;br /&gt;What was going through his Mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Madam in Last 10 odd years with  Television and Movies and Animation films who cares for the Wooden puppets &lt;br /&gt;show",He lamented. "Is this your Full time Work or are you just performing at this Festival ",I inquired&lt;br /&gt;Ever Since I saw my first puppet show at county fair with my Gramps I have been making my puppets,Writing&lt;br /&gt;my scripts learning to master them.How proud I was to do my first show in my school,with my gramps in Audience&lt;br /&gt;School was over my Mates moved on with their careers ,became doctors and lawyers and teachers .&lt;br /&gt;All I dreamt was Puppets. and I liked to travel around the  countryside ,visiting schools ,making kids happy with &lt;br /&gt;my puppets ,I thought What I did was so very relevant .How I was  helping kids grow,To see the joy on their face&lt;br /&gt;to listen to their laughter.I Thought I made my life. Things though haven't been the same for so many years now&lt;br /&gt;I make rounds to schools ,but they are not interested in a "Cheap" Puppetry show.They have Auditoriums for Film&lt;br /&gt;Screening ,Film appreciation,Animations .The School authorities Drive me away.In Small County fairs Parents Flock&lt;br /&gt;with their kids to see cinema in travelling Talkies.Who cares for Puppets",He sound Hurt as he said the last Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears Swelled up his eyes.Seeing this Middle aged Man Cry in front of two strangers like us ,and ones who have &lt;br /&gt;Struggled as artist ,We could for sure empathize ."Sometimes I Yell at myself,Shut All of them in a trunk,and decide never &lt;br /&gt;To let them out again.But in a fortnight or so I get restless ,my fingers start itching,and I the Puppet that I'm in Hand of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Masters&lt;/b&gt; Set them Free and let them rein my Life,Again take my beaten up wagon make rounds of schools,&lt;br /&gt;community centers,and fairs",He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were interrupted by another Gramps and his Grand Daughter " Is the Show On?" asked the Old Man&lt;br /&gt;Mr. George Raised himself from the chair,held our hands in his .The tenderness in his touch said all that was &lt;br /&gt;yet to be said .With Twinkle of hope in his eyes he said " Its Show Time Sir ,I have to take Your Leave&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep this Pretty Lady Waiting Any More !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we Walked out  We could Visualize Another Performance full of Energy ,Full of Zest, By The Master Of The Puppets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Freeform translation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of Chapter from Marathi travelogue "Apurvai" By P.L.Deshpande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.L Deshpande( Pu. La.) One Idol Whom I couldn't meet in Person but one which I'll always carry deep  inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107863552829849701?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107863552829849701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107863552829849701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107863552829849701' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107828746469007967</id><published>2004-03-02T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T23:19:53.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Melting Snow,Thawing Relations&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Bitter Cold Winter Seems to End, In this winter the snow was constantly &lt;br /&gt;Melting in Siachen and Kashmir Valley.And Two long lost Brothers have been&lt;br /&gt;Constantly extending arms of friendship towards each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very much refering to increasing warmth in Indo-Pak relations. &amp; its fallouts&lt;br /&gt;Under this context,I should say Expats from the other side of border have been&lt;br /&gt;always friendly,at least whom I have met during last four odd years in US.&lt;br /&gt;Against this backdrop I'd like to share a very interesting conversation that &lt;br /&gt;I was party to couple of days back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Location:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Indian grocery store owned by Desi Gujju Uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cast:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ( M - Pakistani ABCD youth in 20's,U - Gujju Uncle,I - me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;M :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Uncle ,woh Javed Shaikh (some film-director from Pakistan) ki&lt;br /&gt; nayi movie ki DVD hai kya ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;U :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nahi ,Do din baad check karo ,Mein Arrange kartaa hu !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;M :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Maybe he feels embarrassed to inquire about pakistani films)Mein to nahi dekhtaa &lt;br /&gt;Ammi nein Mangaai hai !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pauses and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;M :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Abhi Sahi Majaa aayegaa..(turns towards me) aapko pataa hai Javed Shaik nay&lt;br /&gt; Kareena Kapoor ko agle picture mein sign kiyaa hai !!! (Sounds excited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;I :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Miya Par ek problem hai !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;M :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; kyaa ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;I :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Language !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;M &amp; U :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(puzzled) Language ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;I :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Arey Bollywood ki heroines,Hindi Picture key Dialogues English mein Likhwaa leti hai  &lt;br /&gt;   Arey Jahaa Hindi Itni mushkil hai !! waha aapki Urdu kya janegi woh??&lt;br /&gt; (pause)  aur ek aur baat yeh hai,ki tumharey side mein English jaananey waale kitney log hai ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;M :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (sheepish) yeh baat to suchh kahi aapney ..laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;M :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (changes  the topic)Ab asli majaa to cricket mein aayegaa ,India kay Sachin, Rahul, Laxman&lt;br /&gt;Sehwaag Saarey Full Form mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;I :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Par Humaarey pass Bowlers kahaa hai ,Pakistan mein dekho to Har Bachhaa Paidaishi Fast Bowler hotaa hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;M :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Feels Better) Yeh Baat To sach hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.S:&lt;/u&gt; I'm sure much hyped Indian Batters (read Spoilt Brats) will be huge let down against Genuine tearaway &lt;br /&gt;Pakistani pacers.And will try their best to burst the bubble the Indians are living in after the Aussie Tour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107828746469007967?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107828746469007967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107828746469007967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828746469007967' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107785503494815867</id><published>2004-02-26T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T23:34:11.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Will Survive ,Will Thrive&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Three never Ending Months Of Bone chilling Winter&lt;br /&gt;for the first time as the snow melts &lt;br /&gt;The Frozen stone surface that sees daylight&lt;br /&gt;and Boasts lush green velvety moss thriving On it&lt;br /&gt;A assurance from Life,That it will face all the destruction&lt;br /&gt;and disaster and not only survive but also thrive&lt;br /&gt;and Hope for a dreamer that within the toughest of Person&lt;br /&gt;Around Sure there is this tiny little Stream of Love&lt;br /&gt;That someday will become a driving force in her/his life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107785503494815867?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107785503494815867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107785503494815867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785503494815867' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107777438284324397</id><published>2004-02-26T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T00:48:25.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;It All Happened That Night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 1980,It was  Friday Night In San Francisco&lt;br /&gt; It was not the first Time the trio of John McLaughlin, Paco De Lucia &amp; Al DiMeola &lt;br /&gt;Played together .But the Magic They Created that night  is Dream Of Every Musician&lt;br /&gt;every Guitarist to be playing virtuoso Like they played,To Do extempore improvizations&lt;br /&gt;to be in that meditative state,any true at Heart Musician Music Lover will give Entire&lt;br /&gt;Life without second thought to compose Music,to live ,to enjoy the music that was played &lt;br /&gt;that night by these guys. The Best Part of the Event was that the some live audience were&lt;br /&gt;fortunate to experience These Pyrotechnics.Every time I rummage this CD from my collection&lt;br /&gt;and start listening to it I never know where time flies,I really Thank these guys for that night&lt;br /&gt;As that one night has given me treasure for life time.There have been nights when I have &lt;br /&gt;Turned on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002AHM/qid=1077771924//ref=pd_ka_1/102-7722146-0689765?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;n=507846"&gt;Friday Night....&lt;/a&gt; and swayed along with the music ,many time I have played &lt;br /&gt;crappy music till my Guitar went chronically Out of tune,Just in Hope the Soul of Universe&lt;br /&gt;Which was present at that moment will re create That magic thru my fingers....&lt;br /&gt;So far that has Not happened.The Magicians Who created this Magic That night &lt;br /&gt;themselves have not been able to re-create the magic of moment ,they tried to rekindle the&lt;br /&gt;Flame in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000025US/ref=pd_bxgy_text_1/102-7722146-0689765?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;n=507846&amp;st=*"&gt;Passion, Grace and Fire &lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000004756/ref=pd_sim_music_1/102-7722146-0689765?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;n=507846"&gt;Guitar Trio.&lt;/a&gt; But The Chemistry that happened&lt;br /&gt;that night haven't been repeated ,the latter two albums have everything,&lt;br /&gt;the Solos,the Chops,the speed licks whatever a Toddler like me dreams to play someday &lt;br /&gt;but emotions that evoke listening to this live performance is unparalleled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I pick up Guitar I dream I'm in company of these Masters,&amp; the Soul of Universe&lt;br /&gt;Re-create that magic &amp; I be part of it ......Someday Sometime for Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS:&lt;/i&gt; This Collection has another very cherished memory ,about human chemistry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Par Woh Kahani fir kabhi.........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107777438284324397?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107777438284324397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107777438284324397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107777438284324397' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107742705871951390</id><published>2004-02-22T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T00:19:37.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Another Waiting Room Story&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I previously mentioned ,lately catching up with all the &lt;br /&gt;things that I missed in last couple of months .&lt;br /&gt;In the course Rented Movie &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0383975/"&gt;Chameli &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Apparently director Sudhir Mishra has fallen in love with&lt;br /&gt;One Night Story Themes, It goes on in same Lines as &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0308417/"&gt;Is Raat ki Subah Nahin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Same upper middle class Hero in face to face with the Other Face of Bombay&lt;br /&gt;Like Is Raat This Move too Lacks Tight Screenplay,&lt;br /&gt;Best Thing about Is Raat Was it Had a dramatic Opening which&lt;br /&gt;keeps you focussed ,but that has not been case with Chameli&lt;br /&gt;Another let down is Kareena ,She Doesn't convince the Role&lt;br /&gt;Of Street Walker.If there is one person who keeps the movie Going&lt;br /&gt;is Rahul Bose ,Rahul is in usual self ,without typical Bollywood dramatics&lt;br /&gt;Shows all shades of the Upper Middle class guy Stuck in same place with a Prostitute&lt;br /&gt;Entire Night,his initial Middle class Prejudices,how he involved in the Girl,his attitude&lt;br /&gt;Change towards her,he has done this effectively.&lt;br /&gt;Another Plus Point of this movie was very good background music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pritish Nandy must have put in the tacky idea of Showing the shooting goof-ups &lt;br /&gt;during the end-credits like the US comedy sitcoms do...this definitely didn't go well &lt;br /&gt;with the movie at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Mishra will come up with some new plot new theme in his next movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul Bose will be in my project for sure ,whenever that Happens .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107742705871951390?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107742705871951390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107742705871951390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107742705871951390' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107724650217315260</id><published>2004-02-19T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:19:41.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Good Night Carol&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Evening makes way for another winter night at the Train Station,&lt;br /&gt;She comes in the Waiting room ,Signs of Age tell on her weak physique.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly She walks and knocks the door of Station attendant's cabin,&lt;br /&gt;asks him if her cab has come.The Young Station attendant informs &lt;br /&gt;there are already five more people waiting ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;"But I had called and fixed appointment with Cab operator early in afternoon"She tells.&lt;br /&gt;"I could have helped you ma'am but so far no body has inquired for your name&lt;br /&gt;and there are five people ahead of you ,thats all I can say" the man has exasperation &lt;br /&gt;in his voice&lt;br /&gt;Helplessly She crouches on the wooden benches .Some time passes by &lt;br /&gt;and suddenly she rises and rushes out as she sees a cab swerve into the drive  of train station&lt;br /&gt;And as she is about to get in the cab,the young train attendant rushes and takes her frail frame&lt;br /&gt;out of the cab " ma'am this one is for them,they are ahead of you" he says pointing to &lt;br /&gt;the young couple juggling with the tiny tot in stroller and all its paraphernalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She resists but caves in returns helplessly to her place on the cold wooden bench&lt;br /&gt;"But I swear to God I had called for the cab in afternoon ,And they promised to send&lt;br /&gt;one in time with the train I came on" She defends herself. She is All worked up,&lt;br /&gt;Tears Swelling up her eyes,embarrassement in front of so many strangers in addition&lt;br /&gt;to helplessness have all added to form a strange brew.People waiting for their Buses,trains &amp; rides &lt;br /&gt;All watch at the scene equally helplessly ,they pretend they hadn't noticed nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden she sees a Bus entering Drive-way,She does some calculations&lt;br /&gt;gathers all her strength ,knocks the station attendants cabin informs him," If that&lt;br /&gt;Cab company driver checks on me ,tell him I've long gone,The Name is Carol ,Will&lt;br /&gt;you remember ?" "Yes ma'am I will " replies the Man with Apologetic looks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drags herself up to the Bus " Driver I'm just out of Hip surgery,I can't walk for long&lt;br /&gt;and the winter is of no help either ,Can You please stop near my apartment, the next &lt;br /&gt;Stop is half block up from there ,I'll really appreciate " She Pleads&lt;br /&gt;Yes ma'am I surely will do tell me on stop before ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stops went by ,As I reached my destination I walked up to exit I said&lt;br /&gt;" Good night Carol ,You take care ..." " Thanks Son I was good to know you" She says &lt;br /&gt;Slight moisture in corners of her Sparkling eyes Can't be hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my destination ! Hope Carol did too !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about So many Old People In this country ,Who can no more drive&lt;br /&gt;Who have been&lt;b&gt; "fixed" &lt;/b&gt;by their Healthcare,retirement funds,Insurance providers&lt;br /&gt;Who don't exist for the Government ,Who to reach progress ,Sold Interests Of &lt;br /&gt;Millions Of Carols to the Auto Giants &amp; Petro Giants. Which have left Carols everywhere&lt;br /&gt;With miserable  Public Transportation System.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With All these Industrial Giants Collaborating to create  &lt;b&gt;"Feel Good" &lt;/b&gt; Atmosphere in India&lt;br /&gt;All my wary mind Say " Good Night Carol ! Hope You reach your Place Safe and Sound!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107724650217315260?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107724650217315260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107724650217315260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724650217315260' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107716474311834511</id><published>2004-02-18T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T23:27:38.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;The Truth About&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tension of &lt;a href="http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_maheshparab_archive.html#107639030864066692"&gt;Certification&lt;/a&gt; behind me,now with time on hand ,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just chilling out and relaxing &amp; what better way than to revisit my favorite movies &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I delved into my collection to fish out &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0117979/"&gt;The Truth About Cats &amp; Dogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is those Romantic comedy Genre of Movies,It doesn't have many surprise elements,&lt;br /&gt;But every time  I watch it there is no dull moment I find in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;Storyline is Simple with not many Twists and turns.&lt;br /&gt;Its about Abby,A successful veterinarian &amp; radio show host ,who is just the right girl of dreams&lt;br /&gt;of a Man.But the last person to acknowledge this is Abby,who has no air about being a popular &lt;br /&gt;Radio Show  Host.Once during her show she gets a call from Brian, a Struggling but talented &lt;br /&gt;photographer,who is in typical situation during photoshoot with Hank a large mutt.Brian Calls Abby&lt;br /&gt;and Abby with her special ways of handling Animals and their owners (her listeners) helps Brian&lt;br /&gt;Handle Hank.And Brian Falls in love with Both Hank and Abby.&lt;br /&gt;Abby Not Confident with people face to face ,Avoids meeting  Brian&lt;br /&gt;Instead sets her Beautiful Blond Noelle with Brian.Rest of the Story Goes &lt;br /&gt;On expected lines.So I won't write anymore&lt;br /&gt;But some things I like about this movie are:&lt;br /&gt;a) It brings out typical nature of most people who don't like what they are&lt;br /&gt;here we have the &lt;b&gt;brains&lt;/b&gt;(Abby) thinking that everybody likes the &lt;b&gt;body&lt;/b&gt; (Noelle)&lt;br /&gt;While Noelle Wants to be smart,witty like Noelle.&lt;br /&gt;b)Another Thing that I like about this movie is fact that People fight the &lt;b&gt;"Voice Within"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and end up making wrong choices by going on face value ,like our hero Brian&lt;br /&gt;whose inner voice always guides him to the right &lt;i&gt;'Abby'&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder how this world would be if  People really start using&lt;br /&gt;their Instinct and intuition extensively.Like we have lost some vestigial organs &lt;br /&gt;during course of Evolution If we don't use these abilities we are born with &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps someday the Entire Mankind will become those Sci-fi Robotic Race&lt;br /&gt;I hope not .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107716474311834511?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107716474311834511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107716474311834511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107716474311834511' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107664641518731225</id><published>2004-02-12T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T00:19:08.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Once Upon A Time....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day broke for her like so many before ,like it had for so many &lt;br /&gt;years now.Like So many Years That she had been doing,She got up&lt;br /&gt;cleaned the courtyard of her small hut,with same enthusiasm when she&lt;br /&gt;started years back ,she decorated the door steps with Alpana,Made &lt;br /&gt;flower garlands to decorate the doors and windows,today maybe the day ,&lt;br /&gt;When He would finally walk into her life,She never had seen him in person,&lt;br /&gt;But If there was some one she dreamed of always,it  was him.In her younger&lt;br /&gt;days her friends,parents kiths &amp; kins thought it was just natural for a young&lt;br /&gt;Girl to be living in her dream World,Days Passed Years Passed,All her friends&lt;br /&gt;Settled in life ,But She had devoted her life for Some One She Had Only seen&lt;br /&gt;In her dreams,When She shunned her home !blood relations!!!&lt;br /&gt;When Did this Out of reach,Out of sight place in middle of dense forest ,&lt;br /&gt;became her abode she didn't remember,She Had lost the count of days, weeks &lt;br /&gt;months and years,All her senses sensed were each and every moment,&lt;br /&gt;every moment of waiting ,And being ready to welcome him in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Nobody expected to take the path which was off the beaten tracks,&lt;br /&gt;two strangers walked that way,and when they thought they had reached a dead end &lt;br /&gt;they saw a Old woman Ornamenting the Doors of her Hut,&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating the Event called Life,Celebrating event called Waiting&lt;br /&gt;The Younger One Thought She may be able to help them with directions.&lt;br /&gt;He walked upto her and She Turned around and what did she see,&lt;br /&gt;the Elder Brother was the One She had seen in her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Ever since she remembered." My Lord You are here,finally my wait is over.&lt;br /&gt;You are just what I had seen In my dreams.But wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why do I see those lotus eyes tired and Red,She said this all to herself .&lt;br /&gt;But to him She Could only ask "Oh Lord have you been Sad about something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "My Brother here has lost his wife,apparently she has been abducted,&lt;br /&gt;and we are following her trail and lost our way ,can  you help us get to the right Path"&lt;br /&gt; Younger Man Asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her Love finally walked into her Life ,&lt;br /&gt;The Object of her love was mourning for his love,was irony of fate.&lt;br /&gt;She collected her strength.Offered the Best She Could Possibly&lt;br /&gt;The labour of Love a Bowl of Wild Berries &lt;br /&gt;She herself tasted so His Taste Bitter with Separation didn't become sour.&lt;br /&gt;Who else but she could tell what separation was !!!&lt;br /&gt;He overcome with grief ,but saw the love in her eyes,graciously accepted her gift.&lt;br /&gt;She Guided Them On the Right Path ,In search of their Quest,And returned to her Hut &lt;br /&gt;Life wouldn't be the Same For Shabari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was blessed to have Loved Rather than never Loved at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107664641518731225?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107664641518731225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107664641518731225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107664641518731225' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107639030864066692</id><published>2004-02-10T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T00:28:39.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Sweetest Taste Of All&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it really feel One Reaching the Place Where one dreams to reach&lt;br /&gt;When someone puts like very very serious efforts,to accomplish a mission&lt;br /&gt;and Once You accomplish the mission,reach the goal you dream of &lt;br /&gt;The Emotions that One experienced is something unique.&lt;br /&gt;That Feeling of fulfillment,the Feeling that You have achieved something.&lt;br /&gt;the Joy ,Every Time you look your own reflection in Mirror You feel so Proud&lt;br /&gt;At the same time there is this strange feeling of Emptiness. They Say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"In every passionate pursuit the pursuit counts more than the object &lt;br /&gt;pursued"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From last Friday I'm in this state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;I had been working On &lt;a href="http://pmi.org/info/PDC_PMPHandbookFile.asp"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; Professional Certification.&lt;br /&gt;Five Years Back When I was just a Newbie with just Two years IT background&lt;br /&gt;One Of my Bosses Had Done this certification.And Ever Since Every Moment somewhere&lt;br /&gt;subconsciously I wanted to do the same.But for me to become complete the eligibility criteria,&lt;br /&gt;It Took Another 4 years Of Experience and Work in Industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Two months Have been like Serious Systematic Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Last I remember doing serious study was 7 years back my Final Year BE&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Challenge for me was to get out of the rusty mode&lt;br /&gt; And Step up on the Plate.I was not sure How Strong my reflexes were,&lt;br /&gt;Would I be able to face those curve balls.Plus the reputation of The Exam Is Also High.&lt;br /&gt;And  the very fact that your colleagues,your Bosses are aware of your undertaking ,is enough&lt;br /&gt;to make you Paranoid about All this Affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Finally I Stepped On the Plate Last Friday ,&amp; Negotiated Curve Balls,&lt;br /&gt;Knuckle Balls,Sliders Successfully And Hit A Home Run . &lt;br /&gt;Deep Inside I was Knowing that I would pass the TestI had even ordered myself&lt;br /&gt;A special gift to celebrate my Success.And The Gift Which was to be delivered on&lt;br /&gt;Friday Evening came by Mail on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So On Friday After the Test,&amp; Sharing good news of success with my colleagues&lt;br /&gt;I savored my gift ,the movie &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0062467/"&gt; Wait Until Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107639030864066692?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107639030864066692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107639030864066692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107639030864066692' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107558044433093018</id><published>2004-01-31T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T15:22:21.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Everybody Loves Robert&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everybody loves Raymond&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,my thoughts move to topic &lt;br /&gt;of Insecurity complex that siblings have and invariably Whoever it is &lt;br /&gt;always sometime or other has definitely felt that His or Her siblings were&lt;br /&gt;given special Treatment by Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one is a global phenomena,independent of Gender,Social Status&lt;br /&gt;Some Point or other one feels a victim of this notion.I've myself felt this on times.&lt;br /&gt;Funny part is that when one Sibling feels neglected unappreciated,the cause of &lt;br /&gt;his or her misery ,the other Sibling is nursing the same feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own reasons why the parents neglect them&lt;br /&gt;Elder Sibling "S/he is Younger and gets all attention,all freedom,All rules are for me "&lt;br /&gt;Youngest ," Everybody treats me like a baby,See S/he can do whatever S/he wants"&lt;br /&gt;Middle Sibling " Yes S/he is the first Child is Family Gets Love and freedom to do everything,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Other one is Youngest So gets all the Protection,Me everybody expects me to be&lt;br /&gt;understanding,responsible "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there Gender Aspect to this as well,I had thought that in India where the Girl &amp; Boy &lt;br /&gt;Child get separate treatment,I was surprised when couple of years back I was With&lt;br /&gt;Friend in Niagara and Her Friend Was Telling how "Parents give me raw deal ,how they never&lt;br /&gt;came to see my Tennis games when I was in school,how they Go to see my Brothers&lt;br /&gt;B ball matches" and this followed by long winding spate of complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is this notion in mind of children just imaginary ,Though Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But Not always ,Indeed Parents to have Slant towards more brighter,More talented&lt;br /&gt;of the kids .If children have same school the teachers too knowingly unknowingly &lt;br /&gt;draw comparisions between Siblings.I know of a Family where the Younger&lt;br /&gt;Son who was average in Studies was embarassed by the teacher in front of whole &lt;br /&gt;class,the occasion ,his Elder brother Ex-student of same school Passed &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;IIT-JEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;entrance exam .Teacher commented to this guy &lt;i&gt;"He got seat in IIT ,will you manage at &lt;br /&gt;least ITI " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fallouts of this Can Be Pretty Ugly when Kids continue to nurse the same ill feelings&lt;br /&gt;towards their Parents  as well as their siblings and thus polluting the family's Health.&lt;br /&gt;I have been through my share of stuff and seeing all the ugly facets of this sibling rivalry &lt;br /&gt;Stuff,sincerely feel that one should just wipe the slate clean ,forget and forgive,and &lt;br /&gt;be sensible and sensitive Else You'll have another case of "Everybody Loves......"&lt;br /&gt;when You have your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;i&gt; &lt;u&gt;IIT -ITI Tale&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; mentioned above has a interesting End.The Average in Studies &lt;br /&gt;Boy Indeed didn't score high in SSC ,Just scraped thru with grades, good enough&lt;br /&gt;to get admission in ITI ,Learned Carpentary skills ,Opened his furniture Showroom&lt;br /&gt;His Elder Brother the IIT Genious ,worked in Industry on High Posts and Payment&lt;br /&gt;Had always this IIT Notion around him,never became a good team player.&lt;br /&gt;Ended a nervous Wreck case.currently he helps his younger brother in&lt;br /&gt;The Furniture Showroom in One of Mumbai Subarbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107558044433093018?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107558044433093018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107558044433093018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107558044433093018' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107507886391614771</id><published>2004-01-25T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T20:02:35.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Yippieeeeeeeeeee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes smallest of small event can bring so much of &lt;br /&gt;joy and happiness to Our Mundane Daily Life ,Spice up its regular blandness.&lt;br /&gt;And This happened to me today .Spicing up part in Literal Sense&lt;br /&gt;I'm a reasonably good cook ,most of most self taught&lt;br /&gt;and been master to many .But there are some dishes I always &lt;br /&gt;Wanted to cook ,I did cook but the flavor never was the way I wanted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Not today .For last couple of days I wanted to Prepare Sambhar &lt;br /&gt;I've made Sambhar before but as I said before the flavor didn't come&lt;br /&gt;up to my own expectations.About 2-3 days back when I saw in Desi &lt;br /&gt;Store this Frozen Pack of cut vegetables for Avial ,the Itch to make &lt;br /&gt;Sambhar again Props up .I bought it, bought the spices.And today &lt;br /&gt;Every thing went so very perfect and the Final result did justice to the &lt;br /&gt;Perfect Build Up .... Perfect Sambhar ,Not Watery ,Not to Thick &lt;br /&gt;Not more Vegetables ,Not More Daal,Not more Of tamarind Pulp.&lt;br /&gt;Every thing was just so Right ..&lt;br /&gt;Even As I was cooking I could visualize the End Product &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be many A cooks Who have Mastered the Art Of making &lt;br /&gt;Perfect Sambhar "I have One In my Home - Mommy Dear"&lt;br /&gt;But now I can Tell Her That I can make the Dish too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Perhaps to some Tam Bramh or Kannada Gal &lt;br /&gt;"Trust Me &amp; Trust my cooking "  &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107507886391614771?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107507886391614771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107507886391614771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107507886391614771' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107465038814240226</id><published>2004-01-20T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:01:13.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Foot in Mouth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON: George Bush has competition. In fact, he has been beaten by his Defense Secretary &lt;br /&gt;Donald Rumsfeld for a "foot in the mouth" award given by the British Plain English Campaign for the&lt;br /&gt;most nonsensical statement made by a public figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumsfeld's winning remark came at February news conference, when, in a profound reflection of the &lt;br /&gt;events in Iraq, he observed that,&lt;i&gt; "&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;here are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;For sheer indecipherable drivel, Rumsfeld's gobbledygook surpassed a whole catalog of&lt;br /&gt;Bush baloney that is now commonly known by the term "Bushisms". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the well-chronicled masterpieces from the leader of the Free World &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a patient man. And when I say I'm a patient man, I mean I'm a patient man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know what I believe. I will continue to articulate what I believe and what I believe - I believe what I believe is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I recently met with the finance minister of the Palestinian Authority, was very impressed by his grasp of finances&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I promise you I will listen to what has been said here, even though I wasn't here&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;For a century and a half now, America and Japan have formed one of the great and enduring alliances of modern times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A spokesman for the organization which gave the award, &lt;br /&gt;and which tries to ensure public information is delivered in a clear manner, said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Rumsfeld's remarks were typical of the kind of comments they were trying to prevent. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some Famous Bushims&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Iraq is liberated, you will be treated, tried, and persecuted as a war criminal &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;These people don't have tanks. They don't have ships. They hide in caves. They send suiciders out &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It would be a mistake for the United States Senate to allow any kind of human cloning to come out of that chamber &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There's no question that the minute I got elected, the storm clouds on the horizon were getting nearly directly overhead &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Security is the essential roadblock to achieving the road map to peace&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"We think we know what he means," he told Reuters news agency. "But we don't know if we really know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Rumsfeld not only outdid Bush, but also fought off competition from actor turned California governor &lt;u&gt;Arnold  Schwarzenegger&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;The Governorator's contribution:&lt;i&gt; "I think that gay marriage is something that should be between a man and a woman."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other notable entry came from a recent visitor to India, &lt;u&gt;European Commissioner Chris Patten&lt;/u&gt;, for his remark that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the British Conservative Party had committed political suicide and was now living to regret it." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous winners include another familiar face in India, actor&lt;u&gt; Richard Gere&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;who was given the raspberry last year for telling an interviewer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; "I know who I am. No one else knows who I am. If I was a giraffe and somebody said I was a snake, I'd think 'No, actually I am a giraffe." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With "Knowledgeable" Who's Who &lt;br /&gt;The World Surely knows What it is to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Living On The Edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107465038814240226?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107465038814240226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107465038814240226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465038814240226' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107364796577450396</id><published>2004-01-09T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T06:34:00.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Spring Cleaning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the Beach &lt;br /&gt;I see colorful shells &lt;br /&gt;The Shapes each of them&lt;br /&gt;So very unique&lt;br /&gt;Carrying Within itself&lt;br /&gt;A Unique Tale&lt;br /&gt;They grip my Fancies&lt;br /&gt;I collect, till my tiny hands &lt;br /&gt;Can&amp;rsquo;t grasp no more&lt;br /&gt;Huddled in an old shoebox &lt;br /&gt;With Colorful marbles&lt;br /&gt;Crumpled Tickets&lt;br /&gt;They share their tales&lt;br /&gt;Of Places, People,Movies And Games&lt;br /&gt;As they wait for their fate&lt;br /&gt;One Spring Cleaning&lt;br /&gt;May be some, may be all&lt;br /&gt;Will end up in a Bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107364796577450396?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107364796577450396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107364796577450396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107364796577450396' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107343783586282806</id><published>2004-01-06T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T20:14:01.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Toughness, competitiveness, positiveness, never say die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-7/295478/05swaugh.jpg" width=150 height=213&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Words have been written about Him Across the Globe. &lt;br /&gt;His Heroics have been well documented by Media, By Himself&lt;br /&gt;His Wonderful Achievement Well Captured Well Preserved, Well Marketed&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Impressions:-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been one of the Personalities who have been my Inspirations&lt;br /&gt;And He'll continue to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memories That Stand Out:-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 Cricket World Cup &lt;br /&gt;Aussie are having hard time in the league phase of tournament&lt;br /&gt;We at work have a group of people (Senior Managers Included) &lt;br /&gt;Who have sporting Bets on who will win the Cup?&lt;br /&gt;From Day One The Only Person in That Group who &lt;br /&gt;is Supporting Aussies is Me, After their Initial Setbacks&lt;br /&gt;Every Day This One Boss of Mine Asks Me in His Crisp Hindi&lt;br /&gt;"So who will win the Cup" My Reply &lt;b&gt;"Australia"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Happens Later is History Aussies Won Seven Games in Trot &lt;br /&gt;Win the Cup My Favorite Player "Steve Waugh" Leads from the Front&lt;br /&gt;The Twist in Tale Part: The Manager Who Daily Asked my Opinion about the&lt;br /&gt;Result Had to Go to USA on Business Trip. After about two months he returns&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile my Project has changed I Sit in a different Office. One Day &lt;br /&gt;This Manager Of Mine comes Searching for me and even before exchanging &lt;br /&gt;Initial Pleasantries He Says " Boss Hats Off To &lt;b&gt;Your Aussies&lt;/b&gt;, Your Man! He Did It!! "&lt;br /&gt;Thanks To You Steve I will Savor That Moment forever in Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On His Leadership: - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Still Hold Mark Taylor was Better Captain. &lt;br /&gt;Under Mark Taylor The Aussies Never went out off control &lt;br /&gt;that People Had to Speak about Sledging first When The Talk Of Aussies&lt;br /&gt;Mark Taylor was more Gracious  I remember when Mumbai &lt;b&gt; Then Ranji Champs&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sank the Full Strength Aussie Ship in Their Tour Opener in 1998 &lt;br /&gt;Taylors comments "Now We Know Why This City is known as Home of Indian Cricket"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Regret:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Will Not be Able to See Taylor, Waugh Brothers in Action in Australia, &lt;br /&gt;About Waugh I had to console of catching his last innings &lt;br /&gt;via Live audio commentary over the Internet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Wishes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To Be in Aussie and See entire &lt;b&gt;Test Match&lt;/b&gt; Series &lt;br /&gt;(Against Tough Opponents, Not The &lt;b&gt;POMS&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm Sure will be True Someday Someway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Cheers to Steve Waugh...&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hip Hurray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107343783586282806?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107343783586282806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107343783586282806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343783586282806' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107340914137731104</id><published>2004-01-06T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T20:13:28.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Jeeto India Jeeto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://atara.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ayesha&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to put Dampners on celebrations .. But I Guess &lt;br /&gt;I have surmised the sorry state of Indian Sports in this Comment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Well The Spoilt overpaid,unprofessional kids did it this time,&lt;br /&gt;but with All Hype &amp; Hoopla I'm sure the Indian Bubble With Break &lt;br /&gt;Sooner Than Later ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talking of Amateur Attempt :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice in last Match Dada Ganguly Let Simon Katich Had his way by going defencive on him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby Patel: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Plans to Migrate to Aussie ,Missed So Many Sitters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tendulkar: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon Man Get Down from Pedestal U2 Have those Bad Days in Office &lt;br /&gt;&amp; You are a Human Too Unlike Media Depicts You Demi-God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Paper Tiger Strong Batting Lineup: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally All you guys clicked at once ,&lt;br /&gt;But that you are answerable to the Big Bucks &lt;br /&gt;Showered upon you ,Can you Promise to be more consistent&lt;br /&gt;If Only All You Guys had shown This Brilliance under Sachin's Captaincy On Last Aussie Tour &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fast(?) Bowlers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than Going in for Speed and Breaking down Midway &lt;br /&gt;every match ,can you Plan for more Accuracy &lt;br /&gt;&amp; Long Lasting Sustained efforts(Like Kapil Paaji Pre-1993).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinners: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumble Sir For Once For A Change  Your Victims are those from Top order &lt;br /&gt;&amp; not the Tails ... I have to accept this.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Now the Writings on the Wall Sir Kumble will stay &lt;br /&gt;&amp; New Blood (Read Karthik &amp; Bahutule Maybe) Better Spinner&lt;br /&gt;Will Surely Go the Hirwani Way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indian Junta: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly that cricketers have shown you few miracles. &lt;br /&gt;Don't forget our Hockey Team &amp; Paddlers &amp; Shuttlers &lt;br /&gt;and Thousands of other sportspersons whom we pay Peanuts,And Fake&lt;br /&gt;Giant Checks On Their Achievements(Read Karnam Malleshawri) &lt;br /&gt;And Shamelesslessly Hold them Answerable on Eve Of Olympics&lt;br /&gt;And Write articles on How the Indian Contingent was Busy Shopping &lt;br /&gt;On their Olympic Trip (On 5-10 Dollar Per Diem Allowance &lt;br /&gt;What They Manage To Shop is Probably Subject Of Research)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About Aussies :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Have Been Tough ,From the Days Of &lt;br /&gt;Chappells &amp; Taylors &amp; Waughs &amp; Will continue to be &lt;br /&gt;And they Support Not Only their Cricketers But Other Other&lt;br /&gt;Sportsmen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107340914137731104?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107340914137731104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107340914137731104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340914137731104' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107283739250552736</id><published>2003-12-30T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T21:27:26.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Ring Out, Wild Bells &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,&lt;br /&gt;The flying cloud, the frosty light;&lt;br /&gt;The year is dying in the night;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the old, ring in the new,&lt;br /&gt;Ring, happy bells, across the snow:&lt;br /&gt;The year is going, let him go;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the false, ring in the true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the grief that saps the mind,&lt;br /&gt;For those that here we see no more,&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the feud of rich and poor,&lt;br /&gt;Ring in redress to all mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out a slowly dying cause,&lt;br /&gt;And ancient forms of party strife;&lt;br /&gt;Ring in the nobler modes of life,&lt;br /&gt;With sweeter manners, purer laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the want, the care the sin,&lt;br /&gt;The faithless coldness of the times;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,&lt;br /&gt;But ring the fuller minstrel in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out false pride in place and blood,&lt;br /&gt;The civic slander and the spite;&lt;br /&gt;Ring in the love of truth and right,&lt;br /&gt;Ring in the common love of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out old shapes of foul disease,&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the thousand wars of old,&lt;br /&gt;Ring in the thousand years of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring in the valiant man and free,&lt;br /&gt;The larger heart, the kindlier hand;&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the darkenss of the land,&lt;br /&gt;Ring in the Christ that is to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Alfred, Lord Tennyson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107283739250552736?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107283739250552736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107283739250552736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107283739250552736' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107250993621353627</id><published>2003-12-27T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T02:26:38.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Roll Returned &amp; I walk Off...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As the Mist Descents and pacifies the Surroundings. &lt;br /&gt;The Storm of Emotions that Rages Inside ,&lt;br /&gt;So much in contrast to the Serenity outside. &lt;br /&gt;As I Walk off, a drop of tear that I hide from your view.&lt;br /&gt;Like the Roll of your pictures I wish I was just as inanimate.&lt;br /&gt;The Images that have been etched on my Soul&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could develop them into fine prints and &lt;br /&gt;Reload the Camera with fresh Film &lt;br /&gt;I hand over the Roll I walk Off ,acting to be nonchalant ,&lt;br /&gt;My Eyes they can't though no matter How they Try Hide the Storm Inside me .&lt;br /&gt;Life It will not be same the way it had been before for me and for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Thoughts that Swell inside as I finish another Viewing of &lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;Mr &amp; Mrs Iyer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107250993621353627?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107250993621353627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107250993621353627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107250993621353627' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-107190079349357008</id><published>2003-12-20T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T01:20:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Holiday Season&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Season is Here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;earest &lt;sub&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-7/295478/santa.gif" width=60height=60&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Wishes Of all The Good People Around The World Come True&lt;br /&gt;Thanks A lot for Bringing Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-7/295478/Dell4me.JPG" width=362 height=99&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dell Inspiron 5100 is Really Cool One &amp; with 512 MB RAM 60GB HDD,DualBand Wifi Wireless Mobile&lt;br /&gt;And CDR/W-DVD Drive For Endless Entertainment &lt;br /&gt;Thank You Very Very Much &lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be Good Boy As Always &lt;br /&gt;Convey Seasons Greetings From Me  To All the Kids Around the World&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-107190079349357008?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107190079349357008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/107190079349357008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107190079349357008' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106887316391730061</id><published>2003-11-15T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:13:21.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Adventures Of He : Parul Mcwaan Where art thou ??  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;He And She Both Were Just Back from summer vacation&lt;br /&gt;No that it was a big separation Or Something,&lt;br /&gt;they both met everyday in vacation,Went to movies together ,&lt;br /&gt;that Their Parents were Family Friends Helped ,&lt;br /&gt;And It was a small Locality ,a newly developing Airforce Colony &lt;br /&gt;So the Pair was instant hit with everyone in the Colony &lt;br /&gt;With Rishi Kapoor Ranjita starer &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laila Majnu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; being latest Hit &lt;br /&gt;All moviegoers in the Colony teased them ,She and he never cared .&lt;br /&gt;But the First Day after Summer Vacation Had its own Twist &amp; Turns&lt;br /&gt;It didn't begin on an auspicious Note,&lt;br /&gt;They Had been Put in different Divisions,&lt;br /&gt;Very very reluctantly She walked to her class,&lt;br /&gt;The Classes were going on,Teachers Weaving Their Tales&lt;br /&gt;Her Mind was not on anything else ,her ears were Yearning&lt;br /&gt;To Hear the Peon Ring the Bell for Recess.And the Peon Did &lt;br /&gt;She gleefully glided to his Class,finally after a Long Separation&lt;br /&gt;Of Two Hours !!She would be seeing him .&lt;br /&gt;With Palpitating Heart She entered His Class&lt;br /&gt; Only to find He was sitting with Another Girl .&lt;br /&gt;Even Before She could gauge what was happening&lt;br /&gt;Her Earlobes started to warm ,tears rushed to her Eyes&lt;br /&gt;and In between her Sobs,Her Hands &lt;br /&gt;Pulled the Other Girls Piggy Tails and Brought Her to Ground .&lt;br /&gt;While with Sob in her voice She Says to Him &lt;br /&gt;"They are making us Sit in different Classes We won't Study Here!!!"&lt;br /&gt;So Saying She picked his School Bag,Dragged him to her Class,&lt;br /&gt;Picked up her bag and before anyone could know&lt;br /&gt;She and He were out ..&lt;br /&gt;coming Out She didn't know where They should go &lt;br /&gt;Scorching Sun and Two Bags on shoulder were not doing&lt;br /&gt;Much Help,and to add to her woes ,the undecided He&lt;br /&gt;Anyways She Thought Best Option would be &lt;br /&gt;To go to his Home ,His Mom was always Loving,Supportive  towards her&lt;br /&gt;So She could understand her woes She Thought&lt;br /&gt;Also It was first Day after Summer Vacation &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Nobody would realized they had skipped Classes&lt;br /&gt;So They walked around a mile and half to reach&lt;br /&gt;His House the Colony ,Few house wives who were&lt;br /&gt;Out to buy Vegetables from Street side vendors &lt;br /&gt;Gave them weird looks,but She Didn't care&lt;br /&gt;As long as he was with her&lt;br /&gt;And He was red with all embarrassment &lt;br /&gt;With all prying eyes,and also his chums&lt;br /&gt;Were going to make his life Miserable &lt;br /&gt;He knew for Sure &amp; Worst was the &lt;br /&gt;M-factor His Mom,Mom was going to say &lt;br /&gt;nothing to "She" But Him ...&lt;br /&gt;Finally She reached his Place &lt;br /&gt;Now It was Hamlet's Turn &lt;br /&gt;"To knock or Not to knock &lt;br /&gt;That was the Question "&lt;br /&gt;Finally He knocked&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Dear Opened the Door&lt;br /&gt;How come You Two are early &lt;br /&gt;"Aunty They Made Him Sit With Another Girl&lt;br /&gt;The Teacher doesn't want us To be together&lt;br /&gt;We won't Go That School "&lt;br /&gt;She burst out all in one breath and in next instant&lt;br /&gt;Took Out The Women's Best Weapon ,Tears ....&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Dear Called up Her Mom from next Door&lt;br /&gt;And the Two Ladies Burst into Peels of Laughter&lt;br /&gt;Both She and He Were not knowing How come&lt;br /&gt;Their Mothers could laugh at Serious Problem like this&lt;br /&gt;But when One is Three-four Years Old  in Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;Anything can be a Matter of Life &amp; Death &lt;br /&gt;If Only Elders could take us bit more seriously&lt;br /&gt;Needless to Say This Became Talk of Colony for Next couple&lt;br /&gt;Of Days &amp; Officially In That Colony&lt;br /&gt;They were the  "First Couple to Run Way ......From  School" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106887316391730061?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106887316391730061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106887316391730061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106887316391730061' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106460735454353254</id><published>2003-09-26T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T15:15:54.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;On Big Bang... Our life Our Times..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;As I Read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/055380202X/104-5281114-6035913?v=glance" target="_blank"&gt;Universe In Nutshell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mind raced thru  So many Theories on Origin of Universe Scientists have suggested&lt;br /&gt;And Finally More or less There has been agreement On the Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;Some Billion Years Ago the entire Matter Of the Universe was Concentrated&lt;br /&gt;In One point &amp; then the Big Bang and the Universe has been expanding ever since.&lt;br /&gt;The Galaxies movies away from each other and Right Now too Horizons of Universe&lt;br /&gt;Are expanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-7/295478/universe_cover.jpg" width=150 height=197&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my perspective this is More or less story of Human Life,&lt;br /&gt;In  everybody's life there is one defining Moment, the Big Bang &lt;br /&gt;This can be in form of  Education, Job, And Marriage Whatever&lt;br /&gt;Till That Defining Moment Most of us are part of a Nucleus&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly we become like those Galaxies which are Moving Apart&lt;br /&gt;Separates from Siblings Parents Friends,Moving ahead following our course of Life&lt;br /&gt;Our Horizons are expanding as we see Distant Lands,Meet New People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all seems so very well, when on one unwary moment&lt;br /&gt;As you have your meal or as you watch TV or do Your Chores&lt;br /&gt;Your Mind Traverses Through Time and reaches that Moment just &lt;br /&gt;Before Big Bang Where You see Yourself Seated with Your Parents&lt;br /&gt;Siblings on a Meal, sharing You Day Out with Them, They Sharing Theirs&lt;br /&gt;discussing Sports,Politics,trivia happening in neighborhood, &lt;br /&gt;maybe a report card from school ,Where you didn't fare well, &lt;br /&gt;maybe anxious whether you'll get monies for School Trip.&lt;br /&gt;But then you are here at the Point of expansion with all the monies, all the freedom&lt;br /&gt;Living Life your way .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Big Bang the matter that started moving away from center developed &lt;br /&gt;Their own nuclei to form the Solar systems and galaxies, sooner or later everyone of us&lt;br /&gt;Develops our own nucleus and &lt;br /&gt;Life Goes On Till&lt;b&gt; ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Another&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Big Bang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106460735454353254?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106460735454353254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106460735454353254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106460735454353254' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106433958353793812</id><published>2003-09-23T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T13:34:36.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;My Inner Child &amp; Gratitude To Life ...&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062440431_ten.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is ten years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is ten years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether&lt;br&gt;I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost&lt;br&gt;in a good book, or giggling with my best&lt;br&gt;friend, I live in a world apart, one full of&lt;br&gt;adventure and wonder and other stuff adults&lt;br&gt;don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is True Picture of Me at this Point of Time . &lt;br /&gt;Like My elders accuse me of Trying to Stop &lt;br /&gt;the Sand grains Slipping from my fist .&lt;br /&gt;When Actually I was a Kid &lt;br /&gt;I was more Serious Kind Of Person ( So am I even now Out wardly).&lt;br /&gt;But Now after being independent Self Supporting &lt;br /&gt;I'm always on a attempt to relive the Childhood which I missed then &lt;br /&gt;I mean with my Dads frequent postings Never Got that&lt;br /&gt;Having Fast Friends Buddies Kind Of Environment&lt;br /&gt;Then Like In core Period Of Childhood And Teens &lt;br /&gt;and Early Youth Saw My Parents Struggle with Circumstances&lt;br /&gt;Struggle to Provide us, They did Best Job on Basic necessities&lt;br /&gt;and Education Front ,But the other Perks like the other kids&lt;br /&gt;the Birthday Parties ,Outings, Vacations ,expensive Hobbies&lt;br /&gt;Training in Sports was not in Picture&lt;br /&gt;So Now I try to make Most And &lt;br /&gt;Trying To catch up with All the Things Which I missed Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Hey I'm not complaining or cribbing ,Coz I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There have been many like me especially in Middle-Class Indian Families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I know some friends &amp; Older Cousins &amp; Other relation Who&lt;br /&gt;have been thru same Grind, they too are trying to Relive their&lt;br /&gt;Childhood albeit in Different way ... They are Spoiling Their Kids to core&lt;br /&gt;By Giving them everything they can find in market &lt;br /&gt;I guess the next generation will be of Kids Who will be so used to&lt;br /&gt;Get everything on Platter that they won't realize the Blood Toil &amp; Sweat&lt;br /&gt;That went behind it ,They may take the Parents efforts for Granted&lt;br /&gt;And maybe first Time They are rejected in life &lt;br /&gt;God Forbid How They'll react .... I see in News Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Girl being Set To fire by Classmate kind of News on refusing him&lt;br /&gt;Class topper committing Suicide on his/her first failure.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is one of the Fallouts of the &lt;br /&gt;Giving everything on Platter Phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bottom Line :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Life's Been Good To Me That I Got many Things Bit Late&lt;br /&gt;Had To struggle to get many things I know Their Value Now &lt;br /&gt;I can appreciate and Savor Them Better &lt;/i&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#FF8000" size="4"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106433958353793812?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106433958353793812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106433958353793812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433958353793812' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106425322480185587</id><published>2003-09-22T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T13:02:46.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Affection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-7/295478/affection.jpg" width=300 height=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106425322480185587?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106425322480185587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106425322480185587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106425322480185587' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106400690938765637</id><published>2003-09-19T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T08:13:34.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally a Human Soul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Well thats what I felt after chatting with&lt;b&gt; Nonie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I've been around three months in this place &lt;br /&gt;And First time in my Life abroad that in a Place&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't get a chance to interact with Locals&lt;br /&gt;Not That I'm very Social Being, Someone who hits &lt;br /&gt;All the Parties in the town.&lt;br /&gt;I Rather Prefer Books &amp; Music to Meeting People&lt;br /&gt;And Socializing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nonie&lt;/b&gt; is Middle aged Lady who works evening 4-11 &lt;br /&gt;at the security Desk here ,She has good knack with &lt;br /&gt;Phonetics ,I mean after coming to this place&lt;br /&gt;my short and sweet name has faced so many variations&lt;br /&gt;That I was really facing identity crisis in real sense &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#FF8000" size="4"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Nonie not only pronounced my name correctly but &lt;br /&gt;spelt it right. &lt;br /&gt;And One more thing Women are like Women Everywhere &lt;br /&gt;Didn't forget to give me Mother like Advice about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marr.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; thing &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#FF8000" size="4"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no occasion to Meet people at work, because &lt;br /&gt;people who are supposed to interact with me city in different City&lt;br /&gt;so Its just me/they calling each other .And absence of Collocation has &lt;br /&gt;Its own disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;Around the Place I live the neighborhood is really not up to the mark&lt;br /&gt;Only Reason I moved there because the Local Bus Service Showed&lt;br /&gt;This Place on So many Bus Routes&lt;br /&gt;Don't Know about the Routes ,But Never ever the Buses and Schedules &lt;br /&gt;Were in Sync ( Well Those who feel sorry for Third World Nations).&lt;br /&gt;So next Alternative for Me was to take Cab To Work&lt;br /&gt;Ah Well Good Opportunity to Interact with living Soul &lt;br /&gt;But wait What Do I see Rather then Friendly People &lt;br /&gt;Helping Passengers here I see People Fed up with life kind of&lt;br /&gt;Attitude ,who are ready to pick up argument with You No matter &lt;br /&gt;However  Polite You are &lt;br /&gt;( Never ever Say Bad Thing about Mumbai Cabbie Now On)&lt;br /&gt;To Add To It The Sinister Hip Hop Stuff is Forever &amp; Ever Blaring &lt;br /&gt;On Their Radios ( You Request them to lower the volume - they'll raise it)&lt;br /&gt;I guess If I had Taken Few More rides with Them &lt;br /&gt;I would have forgotten My Dylan &amp; Knopfler &amp; Clapton &amp; B.B.King...&lt;br /&gt;And Ended Up  becoming  a Gangsta Rapa ,whatever that means &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;YO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then When The Cab comes there is no guarantee That If You leave your place&lt;br /&gt;at 7 am You'll reach work by 7:30am ( Though work is just 10 minutes Drive)&lt;br /&gt;The Cabbie s/he will take more passengers as per company's instruction&lt;br /&gt;and You might end up in office at leisurely 8:45 -9 am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this has been a valuable experience to me&lt;br /&gt;And finally after three months in Place a Local Did show some &lt;br /&gt;Interest &amp; have Time to Talk with Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;PS:&lt;/font&gt; I'll share My &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; experience in same light some other time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'"  size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106400690938765637?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106400690938765637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106400690938765637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106400690938765637' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106389471097857165</id><published>2003-09-18T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T09:18:30.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Nights later ,as he was getting ready to bed down,&lt;br /&gt;the boy looked for the star they followed every night.&lt;br /&gt;He Thought that Horizon was a bit lower than it had been,&lt;br /&gt;because he seemed to see stars on the desert itself.&lt;br /&gt;"It's the Oasis " said the camel Driver.&lt;br /&gt;"Well then why don't we go there right now?"  the boy asked&lt;br /&gt;"because we have to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.santjordi-asociados.com/alchemist.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.paulocoelho.com.br/engl/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106389471097857165?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106389471097857165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106389471097857165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106389471097857165' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106338316155504112</id><published>2003-09-12T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T13:12:19.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Down Memory Lane  with Folsom prison Blues &amp;#8230;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-7/295478/folsom-prison-blues.jpg" width=429 height=440&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rediff.com/news/2003/sep/12cash.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Johnny Cash&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Passed away &amp;#8230;.&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't follow him much But This One Song has &lt;br /&gt;Memories of Minneapolis &amp; particularly &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Riverview Caf&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My friend &amp; colleague &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; used to Do Vocals &amp; Rhythm Guitar for this &lt;br /&gt;One &amp; Me on Lead, We used to go to Riverview Caf&amp;eacute; of Thursdays &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Sign in for our Three Numbers Tom had fathomless repertoire of &lt;br /&gt;Folk based Songs so it was Dylan, Nash, Dead and many numbers&lt;br /&gt;I never heard of till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Guitar ,I was sometimes Good Sometimes Ok &lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes Pathetic  &lt;br /&gt;But the crowd there was appreciative, for them an Indian playing Guitar &lt;br /&gt;Was first of all a novelty after our turn normally I had people coming up &lt;br /&gt;&amp; chatting with me once a Lady (who played Steel flute &amp; harp)&lt;br /&gt;After chatting with me next time brought her Son who was just back &lt;br /&gt;From a North Indian Trip .they treated me so warmly He had even brought &lt;br /&gt;Along with 3D Pictures of Gangotri, &lt;br /&gt;He wanted to know whether it replicated&lt;br /&gt;The Sources of Ganges How Good the Photo were, &lt;br /&gt;All I could tell was I've hardly&lt;br /&gt; Been out of Bombay for since 1980 .&lt;br /&gt;Then Sometimes another Friend &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Steve Huffman&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;A.K.A " Chick Magnet " joined us.&lt;br /&gt;Then it would be just Dylan Numbers from us coz &lt;br /&gt;Steve &amp; Me Die-Hard Dylan Fans Tom Was Out Numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Fun &amp; More importantly for a Person who was away from his&lt;br /&gt; Home country for first time in Life Being able to mingle with local People &lt;br /&gt;Able to move around (Well in US without having a car) was like an Amazing experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later visited worked stayed in Minneapolis on various occasions after that &lt;br /&gt;&amp; have been always at Home in Twin cities &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#FF8000" size="4"&gt; J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about Minnesota Nostalgia Some Other Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'"  size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106338316155504112?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106338316155504112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106338316155504112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106338316155504112' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106329588235629669</id><published>2003-09-11T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T10:58:02.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happenings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Rained Right Thru Last Fri-Monday &lt;br /&gt;When finally the &lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-7/295478/Sun.gif" width=35 height=33&gt;Showed Up&lt;br /&gt;Now the Temperatures Have dropped .&lt;br /&gt;The Slight Tingly Chill in Air Pleases As I Ride To Work.&lt;br /&gt;Kept Up Late Yesterday Night .Studies are Keeping me Busy&lt;br /&gt;Too Busy to Do anything Else&lt;br /&gt;This is One Place Where I have Not Ventured Out&lt;br /&gt;Studies is main Reason ,The Gloom in Neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;The Goofy Weather All Have Contributed&lt;br /&gt;More Hurricane Prediction for Next Week &lt;br /&gt;Very Soon The Winters Will Be Here &lt;br /&gt;Call Me Crazy But I Still Miss My Minnesota Fall Season&lt;br /&gt;And Snow filled Winters&lt;br /&gt;During All my Visits To Minneapolis&lt;br /&gt;Every Time I started back for India &lt;br /&gt;My Friends &amp; colleagues Who Drove me To Airport&lt;br /&gt;Had To drive Thru Snow &lt;br /&gt;One Strange Coincidence&lt;br /&gt;Last Time was the wierdest &lt;br /&gt;Defying Weather Predictions It Snowed &lt;br /&gt;around Half a Inch Mid October When I Started &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#FF8000" size="4"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106329588235629669?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106329588235629669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106329588235629669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106329588235629669' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106304878120026503</id><published>2003-09-08T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T14:19:41.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#FF8000" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashawaadi ......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is  70&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Birthday Of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-9/295478/asha.jpg" width=200 height=195&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Achievements ,Struggle Success&lt;br /&gt;Are all well known to everyone &lt;br /&gt;I don't have to repeat them &lt;br /&gt;Amongst the Two Sisters&lt;br /&gt;There are Diehard Fans Of &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Lata &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Who have Hurled brickbats on me for countless Times ,&lt;br /&gt;But I still Have Stood my Ground&lt;br /&gt;Lata to me reminds me Of Famous Quote &lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt; Sunil Gavaskar &lt;/font&gt; ( Another of My Idol)&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You Should Retire When People are&lt;br /&gt;Still asking Why Are You Retiring rather &lt;br /&gt;then Why aren't you retiring"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lata Lost her Voice Maybe in Early 80's &lt;br /&gt;Last Of her Number which still haunts me &lt;br /&gt;Is "Aii Dil-e-Naadan" from Razia Sultan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Asha&lt;/font&gt; Has Gone from Strength to Strength&lt;br /&gt;She Has Sung All forms of Music &lt;br /&gt;And Like &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;John Mclaughlin &lt;/font&gt;Once Quoted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm out here to play music ,so Am not scared&lt;br /&gt;to play with anyone "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Asha To Has Sang from &lt;br /&gt;Marathi Natyasangit (All Her fathers Semi-classicals)&lt;br /&gt;Ghazals to light Numbers&lt;br /&gt;Done Projects with Classical Maestros Like Ustad Ali Akbar Khan &lt;br /&gt;Ghazal King Ghulaam Ali&lt;br /&gt;To Leslie Lewis &amp; Adnan Sami &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Add the Main Difference&lt;br /&gt;Between the Two &lt;br /&gt;When Lata Sings &lt;br /&gt;You can recognize Lata Sings&lt;br /&gt;But when Asha Sings&lt;br /&gt;You can Listen Voice Of &lt;br /&gt;Madhubala,Waheeda,Helen,&lt;br /&gt;Tanuja,Urmila,Kajol...&lt;br /&gt;That is what is Playback singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Ashaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I Leave One secret I'd like to reveal&lt;br /&gt;She is One Of Dream Dates &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely I've wished all my Life to spend &lt;br /&gt;A Day in her company &lt;br /&gt;Try to Learn from the Lady How She Became&lt;br /&gt;What She is&lt;br /&gt;Diva Of Music ,&lt;br /&gt;Entertainer,Performer,And Above All &lt;br /&gt;She has fought All Odds to acheive the Heights&lt;br /&gt;When Most of us would have given up giving&lt;br /&gt;Thousand excuses For Failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashawaadi &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Hopeful) That This Date will happen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106304878120026503?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106304878120026503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106304878120026503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106304878120026503' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106262048841118214</id><published>2003-09-03T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T15:28:17.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;God knocked Twice On My Door&lt;br /&gt;And I missed meeting him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking of Blues Legend &lt;a href="http://www.bbking.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;B.B.King&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Year in March  He was to perform&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minneapolis Orchestra Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;And me who Boasted that I Know&lt;br /&gt;All the happenings in Minneapolis &lt;br /&gt;Happen to know of this one the Day Before&lt;br /&gt;Only to find out that concert was already sold Out L&lt;br /&gt;Now come tomorrow He is &lt;br /&gt;Performing at &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Familycenter Stadium in Charleston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Performing With Him is &lt;a href="http://www.jeffbeckmusic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeff Beck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16 miles from My Place and I Know of this Today &lt;br /&gt;And again I find out that concert is  sold Out  &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="4" color="#FF8000"&gt; L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;So God When are We going to Meet&lt;b&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Of God I saw Someone &lt;br /&gt;Who Delivers To God&lt;br /&gt;Yep I Saw A mail man Yesterday &lt;br /&gt;Who delivering Letters Mails to Church&lt;br /&gt;What Letters People Send To God&lt;br /&gt;Like I get in My Mail &lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut Coupons,Grocery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Junk Advertisements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does God Get in his mail&lt;br /&gt;A brochure informing Free Trip to Hawaii for Couple,&lt;br /&gt;Offer for credit-card without credit check,&lt;br /&gt;Legal Advice for Divorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Simply Prayers of the Laborer&lt;br /&gt;who loads &amp; Unloads Heavy crates&lt;br /&gt;in the warehouse across the street ?&lt;br /&gt;Thank You mail from Somebody Somewhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106262048841118214?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106262048841118214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106262048841118214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106262048841118214' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106253504617307662</id><published>2003-09-02T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T15:37:26.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#FF8000" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apology To The One Who Didn't Drown.....&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When She Intended to end Her Life&lt;br /&gt;She Ended Giving Birth to One. &lt;br /&gt;The Child Born Not from Consent &lt;br /&gt;But from Rape &lt;br /&gt;Her Kins refused Her,River Refused Her &lt;br /&gt;Where Does She Head&lt;b&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; What Is Her Home &lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In The Land Of&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Bapu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Who Said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"They cannot take our self-respect &lt;br /&gt;unless we give it to them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;She Lost It Not By Her Choice&lt;br /&gt;A Life Full Of Pain Is Tagged&lt;br /&gt;Lakh Rupees Three &lt;br /&gt;People They Say Are Always At &lt;br /&gt;Cross-Roads &lt;br /&gt;But Here She sees No Road Ahead &lt;br /&gt;They Say the Between the Borders &lt;br /&gt;Of The Countries Is  &lt;br /&gt;"No Mans Land" &lt;br /&gt;Here For Her Is No Land To Go &lt;br /&gt;Carrying A Wound on Her Forehead &lt;br /&gt;Wound That Never Will Heal &lt;br /&gt;Once Was Violated &lt;br /&gt;And Now Forever Will Be  &lt;br /&gt;By the Merciless Society.....! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Shehnaz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We Owe an apology to You .Your Story is Now Known to the World &lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/ie20020311/top8.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But What About many Like You who have Born The Brunt&lt;br /&gt;Of Partitions &amp; Civil Wars &amp; Wars &amp; RiotsAnd This Violations Knows No Border No Religion Or Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Since I've read this Article,I Feel So Hurt ,I've Had My shares Of Struggles&lt;br /&gt;Hardships,Up &amp; Downs in Life But There had Always been The Spec Of Light at end Of Tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One More Question&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; That Comes to My mind ,In This Context, The Small Percentage Of Women&lt;br /&gt;Who Globally Get Access To All Opportunites And Freedom to Choose The Life They Want To&lt;br /&gt;Are They Sensitive towards Their Responsibility Towards Less fortunate Of Their Kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That which we obtain too Easily we esteem too lightly; &lt;br /&gt;it is dearness only that gives everything its value &lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106253504617307662?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106253504617307662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106253504617307662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106253504617307662' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106210455792839458</id><published>2003-08-28T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T16:16:27.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000" size="2"&gt;Seven Habits ..Quotes.. And a Song..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Managers were visiting me &amp; My Clients ,Start of this Week&lt;br /&gt;When I saw them off at the Airport Like always&lt;br /&gt;Lingered a little bit in the Book Shop &lt;br /&gt;And Bought &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0671708635/qid=1062100002/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_1/103-5340602-5999031?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;n=507846" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/295478/seven-habits.jpg" width=110 height=169&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Psychology,Management,Self Help&lt;br /&gt;Category of Book Hasn't been My Forte&lt;br /&gt;But this One  has really Got Me Involved&lt;br /&gt;For Example The Word &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=proactive" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Proactive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Kind Of Interpretation I Had&lt;br /&gt;Was absolutely wrong,Thanks To Many Of the Bosses&lt;br /&gt;the difference of being &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=reactive" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reactive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as experimented by &lt;a href="http://www.nobel.se/medicine/educational/pavlov/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Pavlov&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Proactive,Example of Experiments Of &lt;a href="http://www.empirezine.com/spotlight/frankl/frankl1.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Viktor Frankl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really Interesting reading&lt;br /&gt;Will Keep Posting from this Book&lt;br /&gt;As I progress on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I End this Post &lt;br /&gt;Here are Couple of Nice Quotes from this Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They cannot take our self-respect unless we give it to them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;-M. K. Gandhi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;-Aristotle&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But The Best I Liked was :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That which we obtain too Easily  we esteem too lightly; &lt;br /&gt;it is dearness only that gives everything its value &lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;-Thomas Paine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind Of Reminds me of Song From &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yashrajfilms.com/homeent/csb.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Chhoti Si Baat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Jaane kyo Hota hai&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Jindagi kay Saath&lt;br /&gt;Achaanak Yeh Man &lt;br /&gt;Kisii ke jaane ke baad,&lt;br /&gt;Kare phir usakii yaad&lt;br /&gt;Chhoti Chhoti si baat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106210455792839458?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106210455792839458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106210455792839458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106210455792839458' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106191438681556884</id><published>2003-08-26T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T11:29:10.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#FF8000" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Blasts ,Mumbai &amp; T&amp;ecirc;te-&amp;agrave;-T&amp;ecirc;te Mary Antoinette&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sidsmuses.rediffblogs.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right Said Sid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed its indifferent Chalta hai Attitude of Indians stands out in most issues.&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy of Mumbai/Bombay can be describe by Shocking quote&lt;br /&gt; I made some years back which shocked&lt;br /&gt; the white collared Professors @ debate club&lt;br /&gt;I said &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Fate of Mumbai is worst than that of a Hooker&lt;br /&gt; at least Hooker's customer pay for her services !!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with  Mumbai everyone is here to make money, &lt;br /&gt;Fame, fortune but to give something to this city &lt;br /&gt;That made us what we are last thing on anybody's mind...&lt;br /&gt;Last of that creed was the Parsi community, &lt;br /&gt;Alas not much of it is left too,&lt;br /&gt;I still vividly remember  &lt;br /&gt;Naseer's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pirojshah Pithawala&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/Title?0095857" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Pestonji&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;when he stops few kids from sticking poster on wall/street sign &lt;br /&gt;they jeer him ,poke fun of him,&lt;br /&gt;poor fellow write mails to newspapers &amp; municipal commissioner &lt;br /&gt;But nobody gives Balls To him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to this city people who have lived lives here &lt;br /&gt;Are still Biharis,UPites Kannadigas Keralites,Konkanis,Ghaatis(derogatory term used for Maharashtrians)&lt;br /&gt;But never a Mumbaikar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very much summarizes tragedy of this City  &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="4"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of Band-aids &amp; aspirins given by politicians, media(newsmongers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spirit of Mumbai, Salaam Mumbai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;,is of use&lt;br /&gt;Its all Eyewash to make people feel Better ( Guilt free)&lt;br /&gt;the Solution Problems to Mumbai (&amp; Even our country)&lt;br /&gt;Lies in a Different Paradigm Altogether&lt;br /&gt;Its to Stop for a Moment take a Stock of Situation(&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Truthful ..&lt;/font&gt;), getting Better Perspective&lt;br /&gt;And Do what needs to be done, &lt;br /&gt;Rather not what will look good if Done ...&lt;br /&gt;A  Rational Perspective and sustained Long Term Solution &lt;br /&gt;Is the Need Of Time &lt;br /&gt;But If Only some one cares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I Comment On this&lt;br /&gt;here is something I wrote over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Which is in Sync with Sentiments above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;T&amp;ecirc;te-&amp;agrave;-T&amp;ecirc;te Mary Antoinette&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a Big debate &lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;"Let them eat cake"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Your Highness&lt;br /&gt;Indeed you were born &lt;br /&gt;In Wrong Times&lt;br /&gt;Had you been Born Today&lt;br /&gt;You would have been &lt;br /&gt;A Big Hit&lt;br /&gt;As a Politician, Media Baron&lt;br /&gt;As a Spiritual Guru, Corporate Honcho&lt;br /&gt;All of who sell Fake Dreams&lt;br /&gt;That Asks Lay Man to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Think Big"&lt;br /&gt;"Have Broader Perspective"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas Mary Antoinette &lt;br /&gt;My Sympathies Are With You&lt;br /&gt;For Being in Born in Wrong Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got Guillotine Instead Of Glories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106191438681556884?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106191438681556884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106191438681556884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106191438681556884' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106148106805069640</id><published>2003-08-21T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T11:11:03.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#FF8000" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Blogxers,Revolutions And Reaching Higher Grounds ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was around 9-10 yrs old Attenborough's  &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/Title?0083987" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gandhi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Govind Nihalani's &lt;a href="http://ibosnetwork.com/columns/ardhsatya.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ardh Satya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;were realeased around same year &lt;br /&gt;My Uncles &amp; Aunts ( Dads Cousins )were discussing &lt;br /&gt;How Ardha Satya was Best Movie Of the Year ,Ardha Satya was close to reality etc etc &lt;br /&gt;I was listening to their conversation &amp; said No Gandhi is the Movie Of the year  ... &lt;br /&gt;They were right but So was I what do you say ? &lt;br /&gt;Well Both Parties were Right it was just the Perspective of 9 year old&lt;br /&gt;and 25+ People &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of this Incident because of another incident &lt;br /&gt;when a 19something Blogger adviced Fellow Blogger ( I guess 25+)&lt;br /&gt;against alcohol &lt;br /&gt;I Guess Its just a different perspective of how a thing can be viewed by 19yo and 25yo&lt;br /&gt;anyways I was bit Lucky as 25yo people showed more restraint &amp; appreciated my viewpoint&lt;br /&gt;and we moved on to other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later When I saw Ardh Satya ,I really appreciated what my Uncles &amp; Aunts Meant &lt;br /&gt;But That was after couple of Years &lt;br /&gt;Coming Back To Gandhi,Everytime I See this Movie&lt;br /&gt;There are More &amp; More Aspects I Learn about this&lt;br /&gt;Movie ,the Personality Of Mahatma &lt;br /&gt;But Well This is True for All my Favorite &lt;br /&gt;Movies ,I visit Them Revisit them &lt;br /&gt;And Every Time I Learn More &lt;br /&gt;Less I know about before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't understand the context &lt;br /&gt;in which &lt;a href="http://www.blurty.com/users/nileshsane" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nilesh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/a&gt; Says We need 1857&lt;br /&gt;In My Opinion  Come What May 1857 was faliure,&lt;br /&gt;After that Stir Our Nation goes Back to Slumber &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://atara.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ayesha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Has hit right note coz Indians Indeed Have&lt;b&gt; &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chalta Hai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Attitude&lt;br /&gt;Our Struggle of Independence was In a Way Kind Of Sporadic&lt;br /&gt;What we need is a Revolution But with a Difference&lt;br /&gt;We need Sustained &amp; rational way of Awakening people .&lt;br /&gt;Public Memory is Short (Example Laloo Kal Ka Villian Aaj Ka Hero)&lt;br /&gt;Sustained and Rational Awakening will have slow results&lt;br /&gt;But They Will Be Long Lasting ,and Our Society &amp; its Its Attitude&lt;br /&gt;Will change And in real sense it will start Think as Society &amp; Not as Individuals&lt;br /&gt;And More Mature I Guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways The Dope is Getting Heavy &lt;br /&gt;So I take A break with this &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;UB40&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="670" border="0.1" cellspacing="5" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;Every hour of every day I'm learning more&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn, the less I know about before&lt;br /&gt;The less I know, the more I want to look around&lt;br /&gt;Digging deep for clues on higher ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon and stars sit way up high&lt;br /&gt;Earth and trees beneath them lie&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows fragant lullaby&lt;br /&gt;To cool the night for you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the wind the birds fly free&lt;br /&gt;Leviathan tames angry sea&lt;br /&gt;The flower waits for honeybee&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise wakes new life in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;The fishes swim while rivers run&lt;br /&gt;Through fields to feast my eyes upon&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicated drinking from&lt;br /&gt;The loving cup of burning sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dreams I'll crave familiar taste&lt;br /&gt;Of whispered rain on weary face&lt;br /&gt;Of kisses sweet and warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;Another time another place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every hour of every day I'm learning more&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn, the less I know about before&lt;br /&gt;The less I know, the more I want to look around&lt;br /&gt;Digging deep for clues on higher ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106148106805069640?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106148106805069640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106148106805069640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106148106805069640' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106132906584816084</id><published>2003-08-19T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T16:37:45.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Universe Tremored..And A Cab Ride Down the Memeory lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed Universe Tremored Yesterday Evening&lt;br /&gt;Rain Gods Turned up to shower their Gifts&lt;br /&gt;for Couple Of Hours&lt;br /&gt;( they have been consistent on this this Summer)&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yours Truly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Left the Bike at work &lt;br /&gt;And took a Cab-Ride back to Apartment&lt;br /&gt;This Place is Low lying thing A little rain &lt;br /&gt;and there are flash floods&lt;br /&gt;And As My Cabbie Drove me&lt;br /&gt;Thru Ankle Deep Water on the Streets&lt;br /&gt;He Swore at heavens Umpteen Times&lt;br /&gt;Told me He was not going to Drive anymore &lt;br /&gt;That evening ,How the Water is Bad for his Brakes&lt;br /&gt;To Compound his agonies &lt;br /&gt;On next couple of Stoplights&lt;br /&gt;The StopLights were not working &lt;br /&gt;And Then As I stopped at the Grocery &lt;br /&gt;Store,the Checkout-Terminals had succumbed &lt;br /&gt;So They couldn't serve the Shoppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And This hour &amp; Half worth of Rain &lt;br /&gt;Tells a Great about the character &lt;br /&gt;of the Place &amp; People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so called Disaster Management Team&lt;br /&gt;is found to be unprepared for here &lt;br /&gt;as they are back in Our Country&lt;br /&gt;But the Common Man's Attitude&lt;br /&gt;Is where Indians are more resilient,&lt;br /&gt;more Mentally Tough.&lt;br /&gt;I still vividly Remember &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;March 1993&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to college That day &lt;br /&gt;And after I learnt about the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mid-day.com/bombblast/trial.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bombay Bomblasts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day I was back To College &lt;br /&gt;Attending Lectures &amp; Doing My Lab&lt;br /&gt;Like It was just any other day&lt;br /&gt;And It was not me Alone&lt;br /&gt;93% Bombay Offices,Commercial Complexes&lt;br /&gt;Were Working Like It was Just Another Day !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106132906584816084?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106132906584816084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106132906584816084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106132906584816084' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106122620835907787</id><published>2003-08-18T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T13:25:14.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#2F6C39"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"  size="2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Rattling the Universe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;hen the blade of grass is Cut &lt;br /&gt;The Universe Tremors &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Upanishad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If One takes this Literally &lt;br /&gt;Come Every Monday Morning &lt;br /&gt;As I  &lt;a href="http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_maheshparab_archive.html#105889574620224404" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ride To Work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Along the Way I can Smell Fresh Cut Grass&lt;br /&gt;I See People Busy Cutting Grass &amp; Traimming the Lawn &lt;br /&gt;The Universe Must be Rattled by the Time they are Thru.&lt;br /&gt;I've Been Around On &amp; Off in USA But Had never realised&lt;br /&gt;That Monday was officially day of week when every where around The Apartments &lt;br /&gt;The Offices ,The Malls Are supposed to get the Lawn trimmed &lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just here in &lt;a href="http://www.charlestoncvb.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charleston&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Everyone Does this Lawn Maintenance&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Good Way to start Week &lt;br /&gt;with Lung full of Fresh Air &lt;br /&gt;&amp; smell of Nature with You &lt;br /&gt;As You look forward towards a Fresh Week &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To End this Note On A Brighter Note &lt;br /&gt;I just got this &lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=29666" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Note&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From a Friend And I Hum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aksharamala.com/hindi/isb/song/?id=396" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Aaj Puraani Janjeero ko Tod Chukey Hai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106122620835907787?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106122620835907787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106122620835907787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106122620835907787' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106097670700580380</id><published>2003-08-15T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T10:23:51.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Celeblogs ......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened to Read  some interesting Blogs Of Well Known People &lt;br /&gt;Thought it would be good Idea to take a leaf from their Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Sachin Tendulkar:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Today I felt very Sad ,100 Crore People Of This Nation &lt;br /&gt;For Whom I Face The Meanest Attacks of World&lt;br /&gt;Can't Part with such small amount which comes to meagre 10 paise/head&lt;br /&gt;People care for 10 paise More than me&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#FF8040" size="4"&gt; L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to Tell &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Narang&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No Chinese Food from Today at &lt;a href="http://www.rediff.com/cricket/2003/apr/24tend.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Tendulkar's&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;AJINOMOTO &lt;/b&gt;sounds like &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/cms.dll/xml/uncomp/articleshow?msid=129535" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;SUO MOTU&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from High Court&lt;br /&gt;And Makes Me Lose my Appettite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man!!! Why Does This &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Shane&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Keeps On calling me on phone&lt;br /&gt;I Hope this does not starts some new issue &lt;br /&gt;I need to block his number !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also need to check with &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Jeh Wadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; How he manages to drive his Ferrai &lt;br /&gt;On &lt;a href="http://web.mid-day.com/metro/bandra/2003/august/60051.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Mumbai Potholes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  filled Roads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;George Fernandes(Defence Minister):&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I Felt very Sad Today ,India is fast Developing ( thanks to work of my GOVT)&lt;br /&gt;But this population of 100 crore still cribs about 10 paise worth trivia matter of Sachin&lt;br /&gt;25 Rs/head worth matter of Defence contracts.&lt;br /&gt;Come Wednesday Again " Again the Opposition MP's will walk out when I stand in parliament"&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't some one file a PIL against them after all every day of our session is worth a crore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AtalJi must be asked to stop reciting his Kavita on all occassion &lt;br /&gt;Very mention of &lt;a href="http://web.mid-day.com/news/city/2003/july/59660.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Kavita&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#FF8040" size="4"&gt; L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  swear MIG-21 is safe &lt;br /&gt;I  swear MIG-21 is &lt;br /&gt;I  swear MIG-21 &lt;br /&gt;I  SWEAR&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luca di Montezemolo (Ferrari Boss):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats happening with Ferrai  God What Happening with us  ,those were the days when we decided when should &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Schummi &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Win&lt;br /&gt;God where is Schummi 's Midas Touch ,In fact he handed &lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;B&gt;That Guy from India&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/font&gt;the Ferrari and The Guy is in Deep S***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PRO should be fired &lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;"Ferrari is Prize To Sachin For Equalling Sir Don's Record"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Hope that Aussie&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt; Steve&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Something who has also broken that record doesn't claim his Ferrari&lt;br /&gt;Man Why we get tangled with Small Slow Games followed in only 10-12 countries ..&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pramod Mahajan ( Telcom Minister):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should ask Atalji to Make compulsory for all Indians to buy &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Reliance Cellphone&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp; That &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Shane&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; should be Made Health Minister . If Indians Start to Do&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; the &lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phone Way &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Population growth will be put in check ( And will also do good to Reliance..)&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why Australia Has less Population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shane Warne:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God ,When Will the world realise the importance of &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;" My Experiments with S**"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;God who kids are those who stay with Me &amp; Simone(Wife) ,They can't be mine ?&lt;br /&gt;Simone Took me for a Therapy today,don't remember much of&lt;br /&gt;what happened at therapy but the Therapist was kinda&lt;b&gt; &lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I even managed to smuggle her number from Simone's Purse&lt;br /&gt;Should I give her a call ??????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not touch the phone&lt;br /&gt;I will not touch the&lt;br /&gt;I will not touch &lt;br /&gt;I will not &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;WILL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kobe Brynt(NBA Star):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I need to call that Aussie Guy Man &lt;br /&gt;If Only He can Tell me How He Remains&lt;br /&gt;happy doing &lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; on Phone I wish I could know Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laloo Prasad Yaadav:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagwan Yeh Sachinwaa ko tanik bhi akal nahi hai naa&lt;br /&gt;agar Humari advice letaa to hum &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Chaarey Kay Tarak&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mein daalkar Woh&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt; Faraari &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Leh aate hiya To Kouno Is kaan ki us kaan Khabar na Lagti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagwaan Woh Pakistan ki Tirip Bahut Mazhe ki Rahi&lt;br /&gt;Sochta Hu yeh Bihar Sey&lt;b&gt; &lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Pakistan mein Paan&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/b&gt; Bechney ka ekthhu Bizness Dalaa Jaye&lt;br /&gt;Kafi fayadey kaa Rahegaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dennis Lillee (former Aussie Bowler):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Idiot &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Shane&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He Should be Called &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;Shame&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has brought Shame to Aussie Spirit&lt;br /&gt;He does it on the phone &lt;br /&gt;What We Aussies Take Pride To&lt;br /&gt;Do on the Field in Front of Stadium full of Crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Common Man:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm Sorry I searched every where in my House&lt;br /&gt;couldn't find &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;10 paise coin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ,rather I don't remember when &lt;br /&gt;Was the Last Time I had tendered 10 Paise Coin to anyone&lt;br /&gt;But I would have paid my share &lt;br /&gt;To get a look a &lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apanaa Sachin's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Ferrari&lt;br /&gt;Munna (my Son) Has started college this Year&lt;br /&gt;He wants to Have a Bike &lt;br /&gt;He is Good in Studies&lt;br /&gt;If He scores Good in HSC &lt;br /&gt;How am I going to put up money &lt;br /&gt;for his Medical/Engineering Admission ??&lt;br /&gt;Well that is is Still two Year Down the Line&lt;br /&gt;God Let me not miss my&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt; 8:28 Badaa Fast&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/b&gt;( Local Train)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want another Late Mark this Month.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106097670700580380?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106097670700580380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106097670700580380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106097670700580380' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106087662635525307</id><published>2003-08-14T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T08:55:21.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;So Far Away &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again in this mean old town&lt;br /&gt;And you're so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;And where are you when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;So far away from me&lt;br /&gt;So far I just can't see&lt;br /&gt;So far away from me&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being in love and being all alone&lt;br /&gt;When you're so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of making out on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;And you're so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;So far away from me&lt;br /&gt;So far I just can't see&lt;br /&gt;So far away from me&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;I get so tired when I have to explain&lt;br /&gt;When you're so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;See you been in the sun and I've been in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And you're so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;So far away from me&lt;br /&gt;So far I just can't see&lt;br /&gt;So far away from me&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well This &lt;a href="http://www.money-for-nothing.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dire Straits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Number today summarizes my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Of being all alone in this Small Foreign City,&lt;br /&gt;With All those whom I love I care for are in Different part of the Globe&lt;br /&gt;In Different Time-Zone (&amp; Maybe Emotional Zones As Well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all.... &lt;br /&gt;Not that Heart on Sleeve kind of Sentimental Person&lt;br /&gt;But miss My Land as well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Only just because it's Eve of I-day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But All the same some time the occasions Do Matter Don't  They  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/295478/tricolor.gif" width=144 height=91&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Everyone who reads this Have great 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;August&lt;/font&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; at end of day there will be lots of flags lying on street corners tattered &amp; Torn&lt;br /&gt;Please give them there Due respects ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pick Them Up !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do Not Just Let People Trample Them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#2F6C39" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106087662635525307?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106087662635525307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106087662635525307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106087662635525307' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106080714038410893</id><published>2003-08-13T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T15:46:01.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog-Effects,On Warnes &amp; Bryants &amp; One for Road.&lt;font size="3"&gt;..!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog and its creative Bug is bitten me &lt;br /&gt;and the venom of thinking in creative zone is &lt;br /&gt;spreading in my System at alarming Rate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its reflected today in one of the technical forum&lt;br /&gt;which I subscribe ,there was a query very vague &lt;br /&gt;put by someone  &amp; some more smart fellow answered&lt;br /&gt;it explaining how he does it using a particular tool ( Third Party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response to Guy who answered Query was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on Mainframe Application is like moving into an Apartment&lt;br /&gt;When You move into one You need to buy ur Microwaves &amp; Washing M/C&lt;br /&gt;separately &amp; can't just assume that&lt;br /&gt; they will be installed by default in your apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the other fellow who had posed that vague query  my response&lt;br /&gt;XYZ If you go to doctore with bite marks on your forearm &lt;br /&gt;He can't treat you unless you specifically mention &lt;br /&gt;If thats a &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Dog/Cat/Rat/Ant Bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I restrained from writing Love Bite ;)&lt;br /&gt;The second Simpleton replied that I sound like a Poet &lt;br /&gt;he he he &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Love bites &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;If Vatsyayana decides to upgrade his KS&lt;br /&gt;for latest  chapters like Phone-sex,SMS-Sex &lt;br /&gt;Mr Shane Warne would be a good Candidate Writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I needn't pass any Judgement against anyone &lt;br /&gt;But Warne is building up reputation as Mr Bill Clinton of Cricket :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I said We needn't pass judgement ,because &lt;br /&gt;Our view is like the Vatsyayana Depicted by &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Girish Karnad-Shashi Kapoor&lt;/font&gt;in &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;u&gt;UTSAV&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;In The Hilarious Scene with Anu Kapoor in The Balcony Hanging by the Drapes&lt;br /&gt;So its &lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Anu Kapoor&lt;/font&gt; Who knows what was happening with him,when &lt;br /&gt;Vatsyayana(&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Amjad Khan&lt;/font&gt;) was giving Elaborate descriptions Of Amazing Aasana&lt;br /&gt;He was Viewing First Time In His Life  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess Lets leave  the Warnes &amp; Bryants &amp; Salmans To sort out their Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/295478/celebs.jpg" width=670 height=136&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz we are only going to chew the gum till  it looses the taste or we find new Gum to chew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;One For The Road&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've two options &lt;br /&gt;To put myself to Sleep &lt;br /&gt;One is to consume &lt;br /&gt;That Intoxicating Stuff in the Bottle&lt;br /&gt;Other is the Drown &lt;br /&gt;Into Your Intoxicating Voice&lt;br /&gt;And So  I Selected the Healthier Option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106080714038410893?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106080714038410893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106080714038410893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106080714038410893' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106070706831508531</id><published>2003-08-12T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T14:20:42.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#2F6C39" size="2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is my contribution ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/295478/great-contribution.gif" width=600 height=195&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sure tickle the funny bone ,&lt;br /&gt;But really Calvin  makes some statements&lt;br /&gt;Which Keep coming back to you&lt;br /&gt;What has been my contribution to life ?&lt;br /&gt;What the purpose of me being in this World ?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a Responsibility Towards Life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well ....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mid-day.com/columns/pramod_navalkar/2003/august/60851.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;In search of a true friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read  This Article Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Author Tests People He is confident &lt;br /&gt;Of Being His True Friends &lt;br /&gt;By Asking Them To Sign a Blank Paper for Him&lt;br /&gt;Nobody Including His Wife Did That &lt;br /&gt;Without  Asking &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Why&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Leads Me to ask myself Another  Question &lt;br /&gt;Is there really a Factor called &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Trust&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left in Human Relations&lt;br /&gt;Or Is Everything in this world&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Contract &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Signed&lt;br /&gt; For Mutual convenience&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"size="3"&gt;?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who simply &lt;br /&gt;Trusts You for what You are&lt;br /&gt;for whom &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.encycmet.com/lyrics/lyr-met8.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Nothing Else Matters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Am I just Chasing an Utopian Dream &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"size="3"&gt;?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Tree &amp; A Leaf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  It dropped dead From the Tree &lt;br /&gt;That Nourished It &lt;br /&gt;The Leaf thought It Was All Over &lt;br /&gt;Little Did It Realise&lt;br /&gt;Now Its, Its Turn &lt;br /&gt;To Disintegrate,Decompose&lt;br /&gt;And  Nurture Its Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106070706831508531?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106070706831508531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106070706831508531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106070706831508531' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-10606236185260531</id><published>2003-08-11T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T13:51:44.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tryst with Sambhar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was fixing Things Weekend&lt;br /&gt;The Shower Head in My Shower, Damn this Apartment  Management ,I've been calling them for this ever since I moved Then  Also the Roaches I see around occasionally &lt;br /&gt;So Yesterday Got myself a Shower head with complete All the Massage Mode &lt;br /&gt;Replaced the Old Junk that was there (got to remember to replace with that junk when I move Out &amp;#8230;.) Then Spread Baits in Kitchen and Bathroom &amp; some in closets, Die Cockroach Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned my Room again (it's a big pain to have Carpet in Living room ,linoleum flooring in Kitchen &amp; wooden flooring in Bedroom , all those Carpet fibers Travel to the Bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Older all carpet apartments were so convenient Anyways &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Nearly carrying the book  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0486424200/qid=1060626321/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_1/103-2697338-9345443?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;n=507846" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Simple Chess&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for so many years I opened it on Saturday and played a couple of games ,Man what I person I can be way back when I was studying ,I forced my folks took a BCL membership used to travel all the way from Thane to Town to get my Books &amp; what books Not study ,But mostly chess Books &amp; did I study them at least well no ,just made copies of them for future use when I have more free  time &amp;#8230; Ha free time well been running around places with hoards of books (will read when I get free Time ).Of these lot some books are More lucky "His Highness " Reads them more than once &amp; some are never but still they are regular travelers ( do they sound like cricketers who would want to be in Indian team so what  as 12th Man  - Lakh rupees assured so what If Not in final eleven ) .,then there is third category of books I feel bad for those  I've habit of multiple reading  so when I read two ( or maybe three) books simultaneously one of the books is half read and then neglected  &amp; every time I pickup the book next time that I've already read some of it ,it doesn't pick up the pace &amp; is never completed &lt;br /&gt;Oh Well&amp;#8230;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the books &amp; now Tryst with Sambhar:-&lt;br /&gt;I prepared Sambhar this weekend (not that I made Sambhar 1st Time - but previously it was always Daal+ vegetable +cooker +tadaka= Sambhar formula)&lt;br /&gt;But this was more patient approach like cooking vegetables separately ,Daal separately then The Tadaka Then  cook the vegetable then the Tamarind Juice goes ( To help separate those sticky Okras - I mean the Ladies Finger ) Then  cooked Daal ( lentil seeds) &lt;br /&gt;Finally the Masala &amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a real relaxing experience to cook unhurried ,the un hurried part is stressed upon  Like in this lifestyle we don't have Time ,Time to enjoy a well cooked meal (even if it is cooked by some one else - just Gulp gulp &amp; Run).&lt;br /&gt;After all these elaborate details if someone is interested to know the taste &lt;br /&gt;Remember Zen "It's the Process that counts it says" but FYI "the taste was also Awesome" with spice and Tanginess of a Well Made Sambhar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Answer to &lt;a href="http://mirchmasala.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_mirchmasala_archive.html#106037368866997838" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF8000"&gt;Anu's Musing&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Khushnaseeb woh hai jinkaa saayaa&lt;br /&gt;viraney mein unkey Saath Hotaa hai&lt;br /&gt;Yahaa to yeh haal hai  kay &lt;br /&gt;Tapti hu Dhup mein jab humney mood key dekhaa &lt;br /&gt;To apney saaye ko door ek Bargad taley&lt;br /&gt;Chhav mein Aaram kartey Payaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#800040" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-10606236185260531?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/10606236185260531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/10606236185260531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#10606236185260531' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106036619877701760</id><published>2003-08-08T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T13:09:58.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Listening To The Voice Within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need not apologize for being you.&lt;br /&gt;To discover who you are and to become more and more you &lt;br /&gt;is your purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;Do not trouble yourself about being misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;It is bound to happen&lt;br /&gt;This too is part the path.&lt;br /&gt;Being 100% authentic &amp; true to your vision &lt;br /&gt;will undoubtedly offend some.&lt;br /&gt;Its a price you pay,but its a small&lt;br /&gt;proce for what you Gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact ,if you are pleasing everyone all the time, &lt;br /&gt;you're probably not being true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;While You should not go out of your way to offend&lt;br /&gt;or displease people,in some ways you can use this &lt;br /&gt;as a Barometer.&lt;br /&gt;If absolutely no one is upset or displeased with your choices in life &lt;br /&gt;I would consider that a Bad sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Practice Of Happiness&lt;/u&gt; &lt;sup&gt;&amp;copy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Author &lt;a href="http://www.kehoe-mindpower.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;John Kehoe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106036619877701760?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106036619877701760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106036619877701760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106036619877701760' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106029120999159249</id><published>2003-08-07T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T16:25:22.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ek Chaadar Purani Si &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;An Ode to Old Quilt&lt;/u&gt; (&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;Eng&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: coverlet, Bedspread, Quilt&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are with me Since Times &lt;br /&gt;When You were Big &amp; I was Small &lt;br /&gt;Now I have, Outgrown You &lt;br /&gt;But come winter, come Summer&lt;br /&gt;Rain Or Sunshine, Home Or Away&lt;br /&gt;In Achievements &amp; Failures&lt;br /&gt;In Rejections &amp; Applauds&lt;br /&gt;My Tired Body and Tired Soul&lt;br /&gt;Is Sure To find Shelter  From All Storms&lt;br /&gt;Thats in Your Warm Embrace.&lt;br /&gt;You have been &lt;br /&gt;My Comfort, My Strength, My Hope&lt;br /&gt;Giving Me Dreams Of a Better Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Sole Spectator Of My Tears&lt;br /&gt;When the Chips are Down&lt;br /&gt;Being Quiet Observer &lt;br /&gt;When I Gloat in Glory &amp; Success&lt;br /&gt;Never Demanded Attention Or Time&lt;br /&gt;You have been my Trusted Friend&lt;br /&gt;In Coldest &amp; Loneliest Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Late I'm seeing You Wither &amp; Wear&lt;br /&gt;Glory Of Youth has Long Left You.&lt;br /&gt;Riches Now I have A Plenty &lt;br /&gt;To Buy A Physically Beautiful Companion&lt;br /&gt;To Share My Beautiful Pleasure filled Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But The Comfort, The Solace&lt;br /&gt;The Security, I Find&lt;br /&gt;As I curl like a Fetus&lt;br /&gt;In Your Aging Womb&lt;br /&gt;Will I find It Anywhere .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I wrote at 2 am in Morning &lt;br /&gt;All thru yesterday Evening One word kept tickling my &lt;br /&gt;Mind what will be Apt English Equivalent for a Chaadar which I use &lt;br /&gt;To tuck myself in when I sleep  ... More than anyone else I need to express &lt;br /&gt;My feelings toward this Quiet Companion of Mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#800040" size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PS: Finally Today I uploaded digital rendition of my self portrait ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106029120999159249?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106029120999159249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106029120999159249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106029120999159249' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106020391169716223</id><published>2003-08-06T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T09:51:08.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A program is a device used to convert data into error messages&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the funniest thing In the day to record &lt;br /&gt;Note send my Kuldeep had this signature ...&lt;br /&gt;This Guy must have stuck his eyes on bumper stickers  &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#800040" size="4"&gt;JJ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#800040" size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106020391169716223?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106020391169716223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106020391169716223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106020391169716223' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106010804214118005</id><published>2003-08-05T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T13:13:22.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beetle   Tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Anusha's Blog &lt;a href="http://mirchmasala.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_mirchmasala_archive.html#106010475171408871" target="_blank"&gt;My green beetle....&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;on Beetle Volkwagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my Tales of That &lt;br /&gt;Itsy Bitsy Tiny Winy Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st memory(Photographic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Back in India saw an Intl photographers work &lt;br /&gt;in Nehru Centre,Smooth Curves Of Rear of Black Beetle&lt;br /&gt;with uncovered Rear of Beautiful Belle reclining On it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Reason for a Teenager to fall in &lt;br /&gt;love@firstsight.mate &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;JJJ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st Trip to US&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Shutterbug  ( I mean Me) with Brand New  SLR Camera clicking &lt;br /&gt;every possible Beetle Volkwagen I could see around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Course  Beetle &lt;b&gt;MINUS&lt;/b&gt;  Reclining Beautiful Belle &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;LLL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st Trip to Niagara&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friend,Daphne Tells me&lt;br /&gt;about game "Punch Bug No Punch Back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means if you see a passing Beetle Car&lt;br /&gt;You can punch your buddy around s/he can't retaliate &lt;br /&gt;coz ur just Punching the Bug &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;JJJ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That not many Indian friends  don't know of this game my scoreline&lt;br /&gt;is enviable , Oh well @least in One Game ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106010804214118005?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106010804214118005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106010804214118005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106010804214118005' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106008672015231762</id><published>2003-08-05T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T08:06:43.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#800040" size="2"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VISION-2020 INDIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays back I'd written about the shrinking world&lt;br /&gt;and People drifting away from each other &lt;br /&gt;Talking of the first part I'm paired against a visually impaired&lt;br /&gt;person in my &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/Midfield/1264/" target="_blank"&gt;Email Chess&lt;/a&gt; match &lt;br /&gt;His Name is Vincent &amp; He uses speech software  which reads out his mail&lt;br /&gt;and in turn edits mail for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Western society is very individualistic&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so ways &amp; means have been deviced that &lt;br /&gt;every one become Independent.&lt;br /&gt;The special motorised wheelchairs.&lt;br /&gt;Handicap Access,&lt;br /&gt; the way the corners of sidewalk(footpath) are sloped &lt;br /&gt;So as to enable a person on wheelchair to negotiate from road&lt;br /&gt;to sidewalk ,restrooms ....&lt;br /&gt;Living life itself is a Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&amp; If someone is physically challenged &lt;br /&gt;There are more difficulties in small small things&lt;br /&gt;But creating facilities like these &amp; giving access to them &lt;br /&gt;is small way of lending helping hand .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Kalam some days back gave &lt;br /&gt;2020 VISION for India.&lt;br /&gt;Do People with special needs feature in &lt;br /&gt;Mr Kalam's &lt;br /&gt;India VISION-2020 ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106008672015231762?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106008672015231762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106008672015231762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106008672015231762' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-106001974940562564</id><published>2003-08-04T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T12:59:26.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weekend that was ....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'After silence, that which comes nearest &lt;br /&gt;to expressing the inexpressible is music' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the way I felt After I got my Guitar fixed &lt;br /&gt;( Airline people handled it rougly,the bass/treble switch need to be replaced)&lt;br /&gt;This City is so small ( backward) that there are no major chains like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guitarcenter.com/index_java.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Guitar Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samashmusic.com/frameset.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Samash Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had to go thru yellow pages search For Guitar Clinic&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the visit to Guitar clinic made Me feel good &lt;br /&gt;Finally There are some people around here &lt;br /&gt;Who play Rock &amp; Listen to Rock &lt;br /&gt;(All I'd been forced to  listen in My Cab rides is Hip-Hop ! Yuck!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Set of String And Meeting some Musical People &lt;br /&gt;brought much Needed Fresh Air in Life  &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#800040" size="3"&gt;JJJJJ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another Of My Dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; My parents are about to fly &lt;br /&gt;Just As we are getting ready to fly &lt;br /&gt;I see on Horizon A Red &amp; White Concord Take Off&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Immediately After Take Off it Nose dives&lt;br /&gt;Which means Now We can't fly immediately &lt;br /&gt;So we head towards our rooms &lt;br /&gt;As we are heading back we Have along with us&lt;br /&gt;Someone who looks like a Flight Captain&lt;br /&gt;Somehow after looking at a crash too he &lt;br /&gt;is quite undisturbed &amp; relaxed&lt;br /&gt;surprising there is no tension of whatso ever kind&lt;br /&gt;in our hearts as well ?!&lt;br /&gt;As we go to our rooms &lt;br /&gt;( this is one wierd part ... these are not typical hotel rooms etc &lt;br /&gt;rather they have a school classroom kind of look - Last I remember entering&lt;br /&gt;this type of Building when I went for voting back in India)&lt;br /&gt;No as I'm opening the door of my room ,I have this strange desire &lt;br /&gt;to peek at occupant of my opposite room ,from semi-open door &lt;br /&gt;All I had seen was pair of legs in stockings  CUT&lt;br /&gt;CUT TWO next scene&lt;br /&gt;We are at an ampitheatre ,a small crowd around us as I get seated &lt;br /&gt;on those concrete step like seat .&lt;br /&gt;The Performer is caucasian looking(not sure about race though)  lady &lt;br /&gt;Performing Indian classical dance .As she is performing,Spectator behind me,&lt;br /&gt;My Maternal Uncle ( How he is there I don't know... last I remember of seeing him &lt;br /&gt;in Real life is Some years back about 6 maybe . last I thought of him &lt;br /&gt;though was yesterday when I was meditating - I thought of Him &amp; my Moms Sister?!!)&lt;br /&gt;So he comments about some physical deformity of the Dancer ( About here right leg)&lt;br /&gt;Just when she is doing a step.&lt;br /&gt;And as he says that I turn around so as to say "still she is doing dance !!!" kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;when the ringing alarm wakes me ....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-106001974940562564?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106001974940562564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/106001974940562564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106001974940562564' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105974662200605115</id><published>2003-08-01T09:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T15:46:11.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Congrats to Me ......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the much awaited &amp; deserved Promotion &lt;br /&gt;Working for a Software firm &lt;br /&gt;with Offshore Centric Business Model&lt;br /&gt;Consultant Like Me ,who Lives in &amp; Out of Bags &lt;br /&gt;&amp; mostly overseas ,all the Good Work done with Client Goes un-noticed &lt;br /&gt;By the Offshore Bosses &lt;br /&gt;Who have impression "He is Doing Good ,Always Flying"&lt;br /&gt;So More Fortunate Child ( Sorry Mr Murthy I borrowed Your Phrase)&lt;br /&gt;is Neglected ,&amp; Those working more from Offshore grow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways This did require Lot Of Blood, Sweat &amp; Hard Fight ( At least from My Side...)&lt;br /&gt;couldn't reach my parents who are out of station,with cell phone thats in Roaming Mode but always out of range "&lt;font color="#FF8000" size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;0-RANGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;1st person I Shared this news was An   ... man her job is hectic!!! why doesn't she does something that does justice to her Talent &amp; Qualifications ( Oh well I've talked on this before..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:- Happy friendship Day .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105974662200605115?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105974662200605115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105974662200605115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105974662200605115' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105967327512501223</id><published>2003-07-31T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T12:48:33.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Balance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this World&lt;br /&gt;There are People Whom we Care For&lt;br /&gt;And People who care for us&lt;br /&gt;Then There are People Whom we don't care for&lt;br /&gt;And There are People who don't care for us&lt;br /&gt;One Pointer to quality of Life One leads&lt;br /&gt;Is How much Balance One Has&lt;br /&gt;Of the Four kinds in His/Her Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shrinking World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the age of Internet messengers and emails&lt;br /&gt;In the age of SMS's and Cellphones&lt;br /&gt;All I'm Able to reach is non-stop Rings &lt;br /&gt;Thats Your Landline &lt;br /&gt;And a Voice message&lt;br /&gt;In the sweetest voice &lt;br /&gt;I ever heard&lt;br /&gt;World is shrinking they say&lt;br /&gt;in age of communication revolution &lt;br /&gt;Mine is shrinking to &lt;br /&gt;But in Anonymity &amp; Reclusion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another Assignment for Freud &amp; Jung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dream Everybody is Applauding &amp; Acclaiming my feat ( what I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;And Me ,I'm Busy buying worms( Fish Food) for my Fishes&lt;br /&gt;Then I Pedal all the way upto my Home (?)&lt;br /&gt;But this One I haven't been or stayed in my Real Life&lt;br /&gt;This is like those Government Colonies ,&lt;br /&gt;Enterance to it is Security checkpoint kind (At a Higher Level then the Actual Colony)&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively I pedal my way across to backyard of Home ( There were two objects which I couldn't recollect later&lt;br /&gt;-which indicated that this is my Place) I park my Bike in a Funny Manner &lt;br /&gt;I secure it between two high branches (Of what looks like Guava Tree- From its Bark)&lt;br /&gt;No I start clearing the Old Worms kept in the dish add the fresh one (which I bought) to them &lt;br /&gt;I add fresh water ,clean them .&amp; while I'm in thijs my Dad is all along instructing me (In real life he never showed &lt;br /&gt;any interest in My Aquarium Hooby - It was my Mom &amp; Me Always )&lt;br /&gt;Then My Younger Sis &amp; Stranger come to the scene &amp; are hovering around when I ask them to clear the place &lt;br /&gt;&amp; don't mess around while I'm Busy with my work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Of the Dream  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr Freud - Have a Say !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105967327512501223?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105967327512501223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105967327512501223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105967327512501223' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105965781177560459</id><published>2003-07-31T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T11:51:40.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;On Religion ...Way of Life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you are conscious of it and delve within to find newer meaning &lt;br /&gt;your meaning means religion. its just finding a time out of the the &lt;br /&gt;rat race we are in ( you can't shun it ,&amp; u shudn't )&lt;br /&gt;keep out of the maze of ism's &amp; mism's what was given to world by this prophet ,&lt;br /&gt;that saint ,that sage ,what they gave is just samplers ,taste them ,&lt;br /&gt;the scriptures are like recipies ,refer them(if you want too ) but don't blindly ape them ,&lt;br /&gt;your thought process is what is important .. not only in Trust( I abstain it from calling Faith ).&lt;br /&gt;When Harilal(son of Mahatma Gandhi) in his last days came back to ashram,&lt;br /&gt;he was suffering from VD his indulgences in Alchol etc had taken his Toll ... &lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Rebuked him(like he always did ..)told him why ,why did you leave Ashram ,why you plummeled down ....&lt;br /&gt;Harilal Said "Bapu ,what you did was Your experiment of Truth ,What I did was mine ...&lt;br /&gt; Only After doing All that I realised maybe that way was wrong,But Important is I realised my Path&lt;br /&gt; My Way &amp; not Blindly following Your Path Your way " He died Shortly"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105965781177560459?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105965781177560459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105965781177560459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105965781177560459' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105957027421447731</id><published>2003-07-30T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T15:29:37.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Strange Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asha Pitches me into Guitar Performance&lt;br /&gt;for a function that she's organizing &lt;br /&gt;Then she asks another Guy ( Don't remember his face ..)&lt;br /&gt;If his father (renowned Classical instrumentalist..) would agree&lt;br /&gt;to play with me ( Jugal bandi)&lt;br /&gt;I' m kinda pleading  Asha I'm part timer noodle around with my Gat for an hour here &lt;br /&gt;hour there mood depending ...&lt;br /&gt;why is she pitting me against a Pro ??&lt;br /&gt;While this talk is underway An who is around is saying all the time&lt;br /&gt;"arey Woh Seth Hai,Arey woh Seth hai (reference to other Bloke,his Dad ...)"&lt;br /&gt;( Seth= Rich )&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my friend (don't recollect his face ) also has Ana like expressions ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I awake from my Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr freud ,Mr Jung are You Listening ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goofy is No more &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedian Johny Walker is no more &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think of him ,Walt Disney Character &lt;br /&gt;Goofy used to Pop-up in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why  but it was maybe the same mannerism ( twisting neck ,dangly legs...squeky kind of voice)&lt;br /&gt;whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley Tells me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower that smiles today Tomorrow dies&lt;br /&gt;All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105957027421447731?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105957027421447731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105957027421447731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105957027421447731' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105950739342074861</id><published>2003-07-29T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T14:36:33.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday To Me ......!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;u&gt;Guru&lt;/u&gt; calls me &amp; wishes himself Birthday &lt;br /&gt;I'm like always amazed by his positive attitude&lt;br /&gt;Its different to read Postive thinking ,Self help&lt;br /&gt;and different to actually Live one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrting this I remember my 1st blog post my Birthday &lt;br /&gt;a short story ,tale of gloom (it eneded on +ve note though....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to &lt;u&gt;Guru&lt;/u&gt;.one of few people whose view point to life&lt;br /&gt;has amazed me .....&lt;br /&gt;Last time when we met &lt;u&gt;Guru&lt;/u&gt; asked me "What makes us Buddies"&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I had said "can't point to one particular thing ,like why is sugar sweet ,coz its sweet ,why is salt salty coz it is "&lt;br /&gt;But Being Positive &amp; Perspective towards life I guess these are two things I say stand out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was in Minneapolis "&lt;u&gt;Guru&lt;/u&gt; ... we'd have met &amp; raised toast to You" &amp; Maybe had a Night long Guitar Jugalbandi &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" color="#800040" size="3"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's one from Charleston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday  To You &lt;u&gt;Guru&lt;/u&gt;!  Toast  To Your Good Health!! &amp; To Your Attitude !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105950739342074861?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105950739342074861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105950739342074861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105950739342074861' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105948394415455515</id><published>2003-07-29T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T08:19:26.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guest House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being human is a guest house.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning a new arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A joy, a depression, a meanness,&lt;br /&gt;some momentary awareness comes&lt;br /&gt;as an unexpected visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome and entertain them all!&lt;br /&gt;Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;who violently sweep your house&lt;br /&gt;empty of its furniture,&lt;br /&gt;still, treat each guest honorably.&lt;br /&gt;He may be clearing you out&lt;br /&gt;for some new delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark thought, the shame, the malice.&lt;br /&gt;meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful for whatever comes.&lt;br /&gt;because each has been sent&lt;br /&gt;as a guide from beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Jelaluddin Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105948394415455515?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105948394415455515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105948394415455515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105948394415455515' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105942385375243145</id><published>2003-07-28T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T15:25:45.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#800040" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hockey Days are Here Again With Dhanraj ???&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats happening to Indian Sports team these Days ?&lt;br /&gt;Our Players have  suddenly started to do well&lt;br /&gt;in International events &lt;br /&gt;Feels Good to browse the sports sections &lt;br /&gt;With Hockey Team Winning &lt;br /&gt;Chess Players winning&lt;br /&gt;Archers Winning&lt;br /&gt;Volley ball team Winning&lt;br /&gt;Football Team Winning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; feels better When the Sport is Not Cricket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Time We as Indians Stop giving Secondary Treatments &lt;br /&gt;To Other Indian Sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Good It felt to Tell my Cricket Fan Dad &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt; Hockey Days are here again ... with Dhanraj&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Does Anybody remember The Old Thums Up Jingle ( Oh well !!!It Featured Cricketers ..who else ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Like always He cautioned me " Your Team always is in Winning Form Before the &lt;br /&gt;in Appetizer rounds  &amp; Then They Fizzle Out in main course Events"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well If Millions Of Indian Pray for The Cricketers &amp; Their Exploits&lt;br /&gt;My Best Wishes &amp; Prayers are for These Unsung Unheralded Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Hope they Bring Glory to Themselves . &amp; make me feel Proud Of my Undying Trust in Them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105942385375243145?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105942385375243145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105942385375243145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105942385375243145' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105939945354996921</id><published>2003-07-28T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T09:56:42.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weekend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="3"&gt; C &lt;/font&gt;Arranging my Stuff, well&amp;#8230; Done most of the things now&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="3"&gt; J &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="3"&gt; C &lt;/font&gt;Finally started studying &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="3"&gt;JJ&lt;/font&gt;,should make most of this Vanwaas ( Opportunity) to work on my studies ,all these change of Projects ,Relocations are good excuses to tell to People but then I know ,I need to set my mind on studies now &amp;#8230;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="3"&gt; C &lt;/font&gt;Revisited for one more time my Favorite &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dil Chahta hai&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ,It is one kind of movie that I'd like to make ,if some one sees it Well &amp; Good If Not Well I said What I wanted to say &amp;#8230;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="3"&gt; C &lt;/font&gt;Then Autumn in NY ,Not much to say about this movie but Every time I see this Movie its for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/Name?Ryder,%20Winona" target="_blank"&gt;Winona Ryder&lt;/a&gt; ,her Boyish charm they Checkmate me ,though there is not much scope in this one she definitely is a brilliant actress ,yes I said actress &amp; not heroine( to be read as another Prop on the set &amp;#8230;..)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="3"&gt; C &lt;/font&gt;Weekend Ended &amp;#8230;. Feels Good accomplished some tasks which were long overdue &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="3"&gt; JJJJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="3"&gt; C &lt;/font&gt;&amp; I drifted into realms of sleep with my Favorite crooner Frank Sinatra Singing in his Haunting voice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lets Fall in Love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might have been meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be, let our hearts discover&lt;br /&gt;I have a feelin', it's a feelin' I'm concealin', I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;It's just a mental, incidental, sentimental, alibi&lt;br /&gt;But I adore you, so strong for you&lt;br /&gt;Why go on stallin', I'm fallin', love is callin', why be shy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't we fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are made of it&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a chance, why be afraid of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's close our eyes&lt;br /&gt;And make our own paradise&lt;br /&gt;Little we know of it&lt;br /&gt;Still we can try to make a go of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we might have been meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be, let our hearts discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't we fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for it, while we are young&lt;br /&gt;Let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Let's fall in love&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105939945354996921?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105939945354996921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105939945354996921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105939945354996921' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105908130069952970</id><published>2003-07-24T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T11:05:24.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Drags On ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rains and Rains and Rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds Me Of Rains In Mumbai,&lt;br /&gt;The Flash Floods those walks in knee Deep Water &lt;br /&gt;Those Request to Mom To make Pakodas&lt;br /&gt;Reading Sherlock Holmes Watching the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rimzhim Kay Taraane Liye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Kaagaz ki Kasti ,&lt;br /&gt;Woh Baarish Ka Paani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm getting Nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;Homesick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Or both ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in Office nothing much to Do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed and times are strange&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, but I ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I'm coming home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Humor in Office:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Mens Room &lt;br /&gt;Some one Left a Clutch pencil&lt;br /&gt;On the  Urinal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise Men say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotto concentrate on Job in Hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what some one was doing I guess (literally ...) &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="3"&gt;JJJJJ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have brought my camera ,to take that funny pic &lt;font face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'" size="3"&gt;JJJJJ&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105908130069952970?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105908130069952970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105908130069952970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105908130069952970' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105898340031701042</id><published>2003-07-23T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T11:50:38.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Here is a test to find whether your mission &lt;br /&gt;on earth is finished: If you're alive, it isn't." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to this City almost Into My 4th Week here&lt;br /&gt;Some days in Motel then into Apartment &lt;br /&gt;But Some How I feel so very unsettled in this Place ..wonder why ?&lt;br /&gt;As I unpack my Stuff ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Illusions&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props its Head up from all those books which are always with &lt;br /&gt;Me in All my Travels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know How Many Times I've read this one &lt;br /&gt;But Of all Books by &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/rbsite2000/main_bach.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Richard Bach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my all time favorites ,For all People Who have read Bach's Work&lt;br /&gt; Almost everyone swears by Johnathan Livingstone (I too read it&lt;br /&gt;Now its in my Cupboard back Home)&lt;br /&gt;The 1st one I read Of Bach was Illusions&lt;br /&gt;And I was so much Zapped that I read All his works I good Lay hands On&lt;br /&gt;Like Always Yesterday too Was not different &lt;br /&gt;One page Then Another  &amp; Another &lt;br /&gt;next I know was it was past midnight &lt;br /&gt;Had To keep late again to catch up with &lt;br /&gt;My certification Studies &lt;font size=3 face="Wingdings,'Zapf Dingbats'"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Then Time spent with the book you like&lt;br /&gt;Is like being together with a very Close Friend&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who makes you forget your Worries&lt;br /&gt;Your Worldly Obligations .....&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky to have good friends&lt;br /&gt;in Both the "Book-World &amp; Real" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;copy; Random Thoughts&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105898340031701042?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105898340031701042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105898340031701042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105898340031701042' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105889574620224404</id><published>2003-07-22T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T10:15:03.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2.5"&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biking to Work &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well If I tell You I'm currently based in &lt;b&gt;US&lt;/b&gt;of&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; And That I'm Not A Student &lt;br /&gt;but a Techie Guy ... This You may say is not exactly the American Dream One Dreams Of&lt;br /&gt;But The Thing is That For My current Assignment I'm staying very very close from My Work place&lt;br /&gt;, About 2 miles( pervious Best Was in Florida where I stayed a Street acoss my Office ) Then the Weather Is Sunny ,So I said this is Worth a Try &lt;br /&gt;&amp; So Here I'm Pedalling To Work ,takes about 12 odd minutes ,give or take &lt;br /&gt;Perks:- End of Ride Nice Lung Full Of Fresh Air &amp; feeling Of being Healthy :)&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me Of Pedalling around in My City Of Thane Some Years back as a student In My Teens &lt;br /&gt;Then It Had Its Ups &amp; Down &lt;br /&gt;Ups : I could Leisurely Move around Not Missing any Ms ;)&lt;br /&gt;Down : Those Ms Needed More Speed Gave me no heed ,were Looking to find some one Who had "Fill It Shut It Forget it " I Mean a  MotorCycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same I wish taking Heed from Me More People Become Health Conscious &amp; Start Pedalling to Work &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;WishFul Thinking ......&lt;/b&gt;) Never seen any one doing that even when this nation Has &lt;b&gt;Bike to Work Day(May 13th)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Its kind of cool experience I Reach Office Chain my Bike , Yes They Call it Bike !!! &lt;br /&gt;Then remove the Cycle Seat,this is cool feature take Your Seat with you ..I remember back in India whenever Bike Seat Needed to be raised Or&lt;br /&gt; Lowered Had to go to The The Cycle-wallah (cum Stove repair wallah cum ) And Then He use to do the Honor ,occaisionally  free Of charge .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing Thought :   &lt;a href="http://www.tourdefrancenews.com/tourdefrance" target="_blank"&gt;Tour De France&lt;/a&gt; is in Action !!! This is my small way to show my camraderie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;copy; Random Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105889574620224404?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105889574620224404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105889574620224404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105889574620224404' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105881755452138547</id><published>2003-07-21T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T21:49:40.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Borrowed from Vikram Seth &amp; Nancy Bridgett&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you who sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;All you who sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Far from the ones you love,&lt;br /&gt;No hand to left or right&lt;br /&gt;And emptiness above -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that you aren't alone&lt;br /&gt;The whole world shares your tears,&lt;br /&gt;Some for two nights or one,&lt;br /&gt;And some for all their years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;I’m sleepy and I’m tired&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of another day gone by&lt;br /&gt;With me watching the clock,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of living like this &lt;br /&gt;Never quite knowing where&lt;br /&gt;I’m headed next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of giving my best&lt;br /&gt;And seeing it come to naught&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of hoping and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;For it only stays in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired, Oh Lord, just so tired&lt;br /&gt;Take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nancy Bridget&lt;a href="http://desiviews.rediffblogs.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105881755452138547?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105881755452138547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105881755452138547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105881755452138547' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105881552405079128</id><published>2003-07-21T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T14:27:56.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Making friends can be Easy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well If This Sounds like a Self Help Intro Line, It did prove True for a Non- believer like Yours Truly, So who knows ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Moved to this new Place ( Diary Of an IT Consultant) ,Not Typical of all those high Rise Buildings ,Big Teams Like I was used work before ,rather this is just a small place ,me only consultant from my company &lt;br /&gt;Not knowing anybody around , People not much to be seen ( Thanks for World of Mergers &amp; Takeovers – may also be read as Lay offs &amp; Relocations)&lt;br /&gt;So here I am :do not know any one See very serious looking people around me, turning in at 8:00 pushing off at 4:00 .Not more than a routine Pleasantries  Hi ,Hello …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I do is wait patiently till my logistics are all set ( PC, network ,mail-id blah blah blah ) &amp; yes it takes time here to Like in our Indian Offices :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Like my usual practice take a Print out of my favorite comic strip(Calvin &amp; Hobbes) whenever I like it, never saw any one do that in this place in previous place Dilbert ,BC were quite popular  … &lt;br /&gt;Anyways the My Cube is Aisle cube so every body passes ,next morning this Bike Bulky Guy Mike , Who replaces Printer Papers ,puts in faxes  etc in trays Passes my cube ,&amp; the Quietness Of the  office is Replaced  by his roaring Laughter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucomics.com/calvinandhobbes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he related to me How He &amp; His Girl Friend have collected the digest, lamented how The series is discontinued ,how it must be revived , and Here it was a Place Where I was not knowing any one I now know one person, who since that day stops by every morning to check If I‘ve updated the posting .&lt;br /&gt;Then there is one more Sherry Who saw  the Post on my cube &amp; left a note for me how she liked it …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well … Life is Beautiful :-)&lt;br /&gt;© Random Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105881552405079128?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105881552405079128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105881552405079128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105881552405079128' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592576.post-105880822153675269</id><published>2003-07-21T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T12:23:41.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The clicking of Keyboards was all the music that played around him.People with different accent speaking of some business jargons .One &amp; all of them made no sense to him ,15 days old in this place ,He is still asking himself "why the hell I’m here should have been back home a month back ,with two souls who care for me". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this thoughts wouldn’t have been accentuated if not it was his Birthday .Birthday is just growing by another year in terms of biology ,scientific terms may claim its aging the cells the bones blah blah blah becoming more weaker blah blah blah &lt;br /&gt;&amp; this is something even he would tell to anybody who had discussed it with him.But being in strange land ,there was some how a big void in his heart, more than anything he wanted to be back with his Parents ,the two souls in this world who cared. &lt;br /&gt;Few emails from some colleagues were all but a formality he thought ,that special one which he dreamt of the night before was not in his mail box .in the age of emails, greetings telecomm the world they say is coming closer, but every passing day the life is becoming an Island .like the galaxies moving apart from each other peoples so fast are moving away from each other ,every body has their work their life ,career dreams no time to pause for a moment for people who care about them .A couplet from school days bounced up from subconscious “No time to stand beneath the boughs .And stare as long as sheep or cows” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas I guess that’s past History ,he said .It back to clicking of keyboard, programs specifications, testing …Putting up artificial smiles &amp; Big “Hi” to strangers while running around from one meeting to Other in the aisles, in the elevators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here, What is purpose behind all this ,he keeps asking himself as the day drags on &amp; On .Finally the ordeal is over as he get down the elevator there is no soul in this high rise to wear his smiles on but for the janitor &amp; security Guard who dutifully wish him “Good Night” in their Southern accents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run away from office but not from yourself .as the question still buzzed him.what did I gain &amp; what did I lose ,Why I am here ,The Eternal “WHOAMI” keeps on buzzing ,never more than ever the Thought to renounce everything ,he meant not just the material things the Life .wouldn’t matter much to these fast moving galaxies called people if one of them was no more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these thought as he is passing through the rundown neighborhood filled with filth ,where he can see around him the uglier face of life which was uglier than many of uglier neighborhood in the city he came from . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No traffic around to rush him (Some respite..) all of sudden his attention is caught by basketball court where game is in progress. Players were from the neighborhood ,with no Nike &amp; Rebok to endorse them ,No Cheerleaders No Audience ,But none of them cared .they were too involved to care ,he parked and stood by the court the sole spectator watching the game of life. No NBA Rolls awaited them but they were giving their best ,blocking, rebounding shooting the Hoop .maybe after a days hardship that was the only way those souls could entertain themselves before they could take shelter in Darkness of Night . The evening started to embrace the night &amp; the players stopped not because they wanted to but there was no lights for them to play . They cheered each other gave High Fives &amp; cheered their Sole Spectator as they left &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started for his place ! “Well its been Quite sometime I haven’t touched my Guitar &lt;br /&gt;Got to Put on some Strings On my baby” He said as he started the Car &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Random Thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592576-105880822153675269?l=maheshparab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105880822153675269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592576/posts/default/105880822153675269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maheshparab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105880822153675269' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
