<?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-22678581</id><updated>2011-11-29T20:15:53.998+05:30</updated><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Pondering'/><title type='text'>LiViNg LiFe KiNg SiZe !!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-1871043095482422261</id><published>2011-11-29T10:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:13:40.031+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u think its the end,&lt;br /&gt;its just a little bend,&lt;br /&gt;your life takes a new turn,&lt;br /&gt;bend is a way to say,&lt;br /&gt;that way you don't need to return,&lt;br /&gt;Its just your life's way to tell that&lt;br /&gt;you should not see the sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;you should live in present and dream about tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget is what makes life easy..&lt;br /&gt;Worrying about the past just makes you go crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt on the way should be remembered,&lt;br /&gt;When needed in future they should be just rendered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-1871043095482422261?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/1871043095482422261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=1871043095482422261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/1871043095482422261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/1871043095482422261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2011/11/end-when-u-think-its-end-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-9073031712111922491</id><published>2011-10-17T13:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:22:53.815+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zindagi badi ajeeb hai...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sach kaha hai kisi ne zindagi badi ajeeb hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jo lagta hai dur,asal mein wahi kareeb hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kuch udahran hai chote chote jo baatein kehte badi hain,&lt;br /&gt;Itni badi zindagi bhi, pal bhar ki maut k aage hath bandhey khadi hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachpan mei maa ne samjhaya paas dur ka fer tha,&lt;br /&gt;jo nazar aye wo paas, jo na dikhe wo dur tha,&lt;br /&gt;par jab dekha tab hua mujhe ye ehsaa hai,&lt;br /&gt;chand jo nazar ata hai wo dur hai, or america paas hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bado ne sikhlaya tha ek paath,daan do deen dukhiyare ko,&lt;br /&gt;Ashish diya k tum samriddh ho or madad karo kismat k maare ki,&lt;br /&gt;Bhagwn ne mujhpe kari kripa or har maah main vetan paati hu,&lt;br /&gt;Jis bhikshuk ko bheekh main deti hu, usse aadhi rakam kamati hu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apni aap beeti bhi tumse aj yehi main kehti hu,&lt;br /&gt;Iss bade se shehar k ek chote se ghar mei main rehti hu,&lt;br /&gt;Ek mare hue ko bhi 6 gaz zameen to naseeb hoti hai,&lt;br /&gt;Lekin in bade daftaron mein zinda logo ko bas, 4 by 4 ki jaga hi naseeb hoti hai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-9073031712111922491?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/9073031712111922491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=9073031712111922491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/9073031712111922491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/9073031712111922491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2011/10/zindagi-badi-ajeeb-hai.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-3958946645643227594</id><published>2011-04-01T16:17:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:31:03.956+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NtalqJtnMw/TZWurvFJ0dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-kP0smm538Q/s1600/Gmail-Motion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NtalqJtnMw/TZWurvFJ0dI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-kP0smm538Q/s320/Gmail-Motion.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590566578846028242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Time to make a &lt;em&gt;Move&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is changing very fast with the technology. One of its greatest inventions is computer and to add to it is Internet. It had been a boon and a bane to the mankind. People had benefitted as well as had worse affects due to it especially on the physical fitness. Sitting on a desk and working on computer for hours have in turn increased health hazards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the computer which had once glued you to your seats will make you move.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the time for &lt;em&gt;Gmail Motion&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it appears to be a little difficult to memorize the various actions, but it was neither easy to learn computers. Of course people will find it funny to use these actions in office or at public places and also if someone is using them others can make out what the person is currently doing, but everything has its pros and cons. It will definitely be good for visually challenged people and few others too if computers can identify body movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the near future if Google plans to make it more health oriented, no wonder if in sometime these actions will be in lined with the various Yoga asans and pranayams. Double benefit, one can learn Yoga while learning computers or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what future has in store for us. &lt;br /&gt;Till then keep moving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-3958946645643227594?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/3958946645643227594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=3958946645643227594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/3958946645643227594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/3958946645643227594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Thee Day" how it would be to walk down the aisle?&lt;br /&gt;So many eyes staring at me and giving me smiles,&lt;br /&gt;photographers clicking pics and people standing in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my life will be taking a new bend,&lt;br /&gt;With whom I have to stay the rest of my life..&lt;br /&gt;will be standing at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought scared me a little&lt;br /&gt;and my life appeared to me a bit strange,&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone goes through these feelings&lt;br /&gt;whether their wedding is love or arranged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new family and almost a new life,&lt;br /&gt;To live upto the expectations, does my being need to be revived,&lt;br /&gt;There be some adjustments and some compromise&lt;br /&gt;What will I be expected to do.. just to act very wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this a new chapter of my life will get unfold,&lt;br /&gt;Also, When I'll feel down and low, now i'll have more people to hold&lt;br /&gt;With more responsibilties, even I'll have more people to care&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling that makes me happy is now I'll be remembered in more number of prayers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-3277129923281076452?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/3277129923281076452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=3277129923281076452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/3277129923281076452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/3277129923281076452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2011/01/mixed-feelings-i-was-walking-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-4992714133635917707</id><published>2010-10-24T16:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:58:40.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another One after long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chhalchhalati ankhon mei naye khwabon ki tarah,&lt;br /&gt;Sawaalon ki bheed mei jawaabon ki tarah,&lt;br /&gt;Is rangeen nagari mei jahan aashiyaan nahi milta,&lt;br /&gt;Chand rupayon mei bhi hum jeete hai zindagi nawabon ki tarah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;छलछलाती आँखों में नए ख्वाबों की तरह,&lt;br /&gt;सवालों की भीड़ में जवाबों की तरह,&lt;br /&gt;इस रंगीन नगरी में जहाँ आशियाँ नहीं मिलता,&lt;br /&gt;चंद रुपयों में भी जीते हैं हम ज़िन्दगी नवाबों की तरह| :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-4992714133635917707?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/4992714133635917707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=4992714133635917707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/4992714133635917707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/4992714133635917707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things keep people confused,&lt;br /&gt;Among the things one has to choose,&lt;br /&gt;Life's not always very fair,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a part of sorrow to share,&lt;br /&gt;Facing odds with a smile is the style,&lt;br /&gt;But I miss the &lt;em&gt;Sunshine Smile&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go upside down,&lt;br /&gt;Tension is all around,&lt;br /&gt;Solutions to the problems you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;And to seek them you don't know where to go,&lt;br /&gt;Keep your spirits bright,&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your faith strong is worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the &lt;em&gt;Sunshine Smile&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-3683377249098955239?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-552513121188061545</id><published>2010-04-28T18:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:26:11.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still Waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like just yesterday when you left me and went away,&lt;br /&gt;It was my promise that no matter what, I will stay.&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long that you are gone,&lt;br /&gt;The only option left for me was to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I have not cried,&lt;br /&gt;It was so shocking,  that my tears had dried.&lt;br /&gt;It was your call to let everything go by,&lt;br /&gt;It was you who wanted that I should not even cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though time has passed and things have changed,&lt;br /&gt;All the mess that happened,looks now is arranged.&lt;br /&gt;I smile more often and talk even more,&lt;br /&gt;I have a spark in my eyes and I don't look sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you look back you can see me standing there where you had left,&lt;br /&gt;"I'll stay", was my promise that I have kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me at that very moment life had paused,&lt;br /&gt;I could still feel all that what your presence had caused,&lt;br /&gt;When I think about your smile, my heart still skips a beat,&lt;br /&gt;Even in the cold your thought makes me feel the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You filled my life with all the twists and turns,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart still wait for you to return,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back and hold me tight,&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me once that everything's all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-552513121188061545?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/552513121188061545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=552513121188061545' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/552513121188061545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/552513121188061545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-6540250985914602546</id><published>2010-04-10T22:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:21:10.917+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pondering'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I Knew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl,I never really knew..&lt;br /&gt;from where the sun comes, and finally where it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knew that it looked beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;All I knew that birds will sing,&lt;br /&gt;Though I loved the moonlit sky,&lt;br /&gt;But I liked the sun comming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now that sun is always there,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the singing birds,&lt;br /&gt;Coz now I hardly see the rising sun,&lt;br /&gt;Its been long, since any chirping I had heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, the rain drops fascinated me..&lt;br /&gt;The tiny drops pouring down the sky made me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Why the tap is left turned on, is the God so busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was to run out and dance in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was water made me feel good,&lt;br /&gt;I liked making the paper boats,&lt;br /&gt;and loved to see them float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now the theory of evaporation,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't run out to play,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like waitin for the rain to stop,&lt;br /&gt;As m worried what if I get late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, I wanted to touch the rainbow..&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how all the colors bend,&lt;br /&gt;It started right above my head, just wanted to see where it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was it will come after the rain,&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was I have to search the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Always wanted to ride my bike on it,&lt;br /&gt;It made me sad when it went out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now what is refraction,&lt;br /&gt;I know why the colors bend this way,&lt;br /&gt;I have long forgot about its existence,&lt;br /&gt;These days I don't turn my head so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, I always wanted to fly..&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of the birds was what I looked for,&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to see places, from where I never pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was clouds are very soft,&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was breeze was cold,&lt;br /&gt;I liked making paper air planes,&lt;br /&gt;And I loved to race them against the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now I can buy air tickets,&lt;br /&gt;And I know one needs wings to fly,&lt;br /&gt;I avoid the unneccesary travel,&lt;br /&gt;When I want a change I just go near by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder now about my exitence,&lt;br /&gt;But there was a time when I used to live,&lt;br /&gt;Now I am busy trying to get everything,&lt;br /&gt;But there was a time when I use to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed like a season,&lt;br /&gt;But I know its still a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I thought of my life,&lt;br /&gt;The same little girl is what I want to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-6540250985914602546?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/6540250985914602546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=6540250985914602546' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/6540250985914602546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/6540250985914602546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-i-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-1453357757991185483</id><published>2010-03-30T03:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T03:32:47.334+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nostalgia!&lt;br /&gt;Milte hain or bicchad jate hain log.. fir bhi bahut yaad ate hain log, bhuli bisri yaadon se nikalkar kabhi muskaan bante hain.. to kabhi aankhon se chhalak jate hain ye log&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-1453357757991185483?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/1453357757991185483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=1453357757991185483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/1453357757991185483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/1453357757991185483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2010/03/nostalgia-milte-hain-or-bicchad-jate.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-538379778769465396</id><published>2010-01-18T16:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:50:58.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RaNdOm ViChAaR ?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Udhaar ki zindagi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kiraye ka makaan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;packet bhar umeed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or soch ki udaan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;muskurati aankhein&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gungunate honth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pehli barish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or wo pehli chot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thandi si dhup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or chilchilati sardi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;khuli khuli raahein&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or local ki gardi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appraisal ka tension&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rishtedaron ka vaar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mummy daddy ko chadha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meri shaadi ka bukhar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuch sacchi si baatein&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kuch random se shabd&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ye maine likhe hain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;main bhi hu stabdh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-538379778769465396?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/538379778769465396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=538379778769465396' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/538379778769465396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/538379778769465396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-vichaar-udhaar-ki-zindagi-kiraye.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-3968769893035685919</id><published>2010-01-12T18:57:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:54:34.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;CrOwD hAs No FaCe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not a regular local train commuter, so I always try not to board the train at rush hours. Though, there are times when I am left with no choice but to board the train. Yesterday (9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Dec 09)was one such day when I had no choice but to board the 5:33 p.m Virar local which was running late and hence touched Andheri station at 6:00 p.m. Hence the crowd which is usually divided into 2 trains was waiting for this one to come. I had some important work at Mira Road and was already running late so had no choice but get into the train. My cousin who has hardly travelled in locals, and even if she had, then it was not in rush hours was scared that how will she be able to step into the train where people are already hanging outside the train. I just told her to trust the restless public which was waiting on the platform and stand somewhere in the middle of the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People who have an experience of travelling in Mumbai locals can understand the importance of standing somewhere in the middle of the crowd. And also know that Virar local is the most notorious local because of its crowd. I’ll not blame the crowd though, as the frequency of Virar local is very less and large number of people travel on this route. Hence, junta travelling upto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Borivali is not welcome in this train. I was lucky enough as I had to go to Mira Road which is 2 stations ahead of Borivali hence on being asked where I have to get down no one shouted at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travelling till Goregaon was fine as I managed to get place to keep both my feet flat on the floor of the train. But by the time train touched Kandiwali, the train compartment turned into a suffocating carbon-di-oxide gas chamber with smell of sweat in the air. A tiring day, little bit of weakness and Virar local was the perfect set up for the feeling of dizziness and nausea to circumvent me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I requested a lady to let me sit in her place for 5 mins as her place was close to the window. But in the meantime she vacated that place for me, my hands suddenly went numb. For few seconds I went blank and was not in a state to understand what was happening around. My sis got scared as what to do. Before she could react to the situation I could hear many questions being asked to me. Some asked whether I am fasting or do I have some medical history but along with this question round I could see so many hands filled with food items and water, extended towards me, just to help me and make me feel comfortable in that fully packed Virar local. Some were rubbing my hands and feet and some fanning. Those people even vacated one entire berth so that I can comfortably lie down and rest. It was nothing less than a miracle to get a place to lie down and rest where people could not even find place to stand. In those few minutes I could feel that God has sent so many angels who are surrounding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I could not see anyone’s face as there was so much of crowd. The only thing I can remember is just that crowd, extending their help and support to a person who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m they don’t know and probably will never see again in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-3968769893035685919?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/3968769893035685919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=3968769893035685919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/3968769893035685919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/3968769893035685919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2010/01/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-881243145333204692</id><published>2009-12-06T23:37:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:53:33.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Heart Knows it ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOVE ON" are the words you will always say when someone comes to you and share their pain with you. But these are the words you'll forget when something bad happens to you. That is the time when the other person wears the crown of happiness and you only can see it. That is the time when the things you have always preached to others seem to be the most impractical ones and you are not able to apply it on yourself. Your mind knows what is right but your heart is not ready to accept it.  You just keep on telling yourself all the miseries you have faced, the pain and suffering you have gone through. That is the time when we start playing the blame game with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever the dilemma may be somehow your heart knows the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met someone today who unknowingly said the same things which I have always suggested to my friends but was not able to apply to myself. Hearing all that made me feel that it was not wrong if people say,what I said was really difficult to implement in their lives. So just got this feeling that I need to apply the things I suggest, first to myself.  I know that God loves everyone and is inside us, but today when I needed to talk to someone, he sent this person to me and gave all the answers for the questions which I never dared to ask. Thanks to my Angel friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the moment I decided not to cry because of anyone, as there are many more people and things that make me smile.  No matter how much I move on in my life, how much I cry for small things (which should not matter so much) what I really wanted from life My Heart Knows it ALL. So I promised to myself that in the walk of life,will just keep walking and be happy no matter what, because my heart always wants to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share few lines which have inspired me always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile in pleasure,smile in pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile when sorrows pour like rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile when others hurt your feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because the smile you have is a wonderful healing!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Keep Smiling!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Everytime I am sad, I just fall in love with my writing skills. The poetess in me is at her BEST. See there is always something good in everything that you find bad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-881243145333204692?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/881243145333204692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=881243145333204692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/881243145333204692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/881243145333204692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-knows-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-4478591971816731645</id><published>2009-11-29T01:22:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:45:34.049+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mumbai..City of Dreams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted for this city when job allocation preference was asked because I was already in love with this city. I learnt the meaning of love at first sight from this city. The local trains, the sweaty commuters, sea beaches, night lights, cool breeze on the beach all makes me feel so good. My friend use to describe this city and I use to imagine myself in different places in this city. Now I am here, in this city, the city of dreams. Many people come here everyday with their eyes filled with dreams, the dreams of their future. Some come for money, some for power,some for fame but for maximum number of people the reason to come to this city is to survive, to make their own identity, not in the eyes of the world but in their own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me some reasons were quite similar to the most common ones, but one important reason was that my best friend was here. We had made so many plans to explore the city together. But just like any other dream, when you open your eyes the dream is lost somewhere and you have to face the big bad world. With this city too the case is just the same. This city is a mirage, you will never be able to catch hold of the things that you see and keep running after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had similar experience.What all I had planned to do in Mumbai, could never do, as circumstances never allowed, as neither those people remained n the city hence neither my mood to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some of the most wonderful people in this city, made few really good friends. But as good times does not last for long, somehow lost touch with them. I miss everyone  alot. When I think about them it hurts that why people have to move away and why I stand in this city alone and lost. Today also was feeling very sad and bad while remembering my friends so just thought of penning down everything. But as soon as I started writing a beautiful thought came into my mind..."Don't be sad because its over, be happy because it happened" :) and that brought a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had read somewhere that everyone comes in to your life either for a reason,season or lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;But today I would like to say that my friends came in to my life for a reason - i.e. to add smiles and experiences to my life, stayed with me though for a season but left their mark which will stay in my heart for my lifetime. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all whoever I have ever met in my walk of life. Thanks for walking with me even for a mile, as you made my journey worthwhile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-4478591971816731645?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/4478591971816731645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=4478591971816731645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/4478591971816731645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/4478591971816731645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2009/11/mumbai.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-7832953635127735609</id><published>2009-11-12T00:24:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:56:43.431+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A night @ Un-bar-ed cafe @ Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer : Any resemblance to characters and events mentioned in this post are not et all coincidental. These events actually happened to a group of people (few of them had met for the first time) who are very much alive and are enjoying their lives. But no matter how much they move on, in their lives, I can bet no one will ever forget this night. No one can be blammed..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here it goes...n Njoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...It was the first night out for most of the people of this group in the city of dreams.. Mumbai. A visit to the most heard places of Mumbai. The elegant queen's necklace, the soothing breeze, the dark horizon, the star studded sky, the beutiful waves, the carved rocks and the company of not so friends.. The perfect set up for exploring people..making new friends...falling for some or the other and what not. No one can be blammed as it was in the air that night. All was destined to happen. The journey began with ride on the life line of Mumbai..the local train which was luckily not so crowded that eve, followed by a walk on the marine drive,admiring the beauty of the city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoying the ice cream at Naturals where the plan was cooked to visit the cafe where terrorism has left its mark. The mention of the night expedition will be incomplete without the mention of the most law abiding taxi drivers of Mumbai who refused to take more than 4 people together and hence the group was split in to two. On the way to Gateway the city of dreams was admired and appreciated as it was looking stunningly b'ful. On reaching Gateway of India, dreams were dwelled on seeing the magnificent Taj. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone was amazed on seeing b'ful lighting at the other end but no one knew what was it and no one bothered to walk a km to check that out, as everyone wanted to head towards the place for which the plan was cooked. Unaware of the fact that a &lt;em&gt;"Wine Fest" &lt;/em&gt;was going on the other side (Yes, you read it right, this city also believes in &lt;em&gt;vino veritas&lt;/em&gt; and hence celebrates the existence of its source) all started walking towards the decided destination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some had the fancies to check out a cool hangout, some wanted to try something new and rest wanted to re-live some moments there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the group got split at the turning of Bade Miyan - a famous eating joint in the lane behind Taj....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;continues....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-7832953635127735609?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/7832953635127735609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=7832953635127735609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/7832953635127735609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/7832953635127735609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2009/11/disclaimer-any-resemblance-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-774536048772375827</id><published>2009-04-18T15:53:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:02:40.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wrote a poem for Victoria Memorial School's site (its a blind school located at Mumbai Central)..so just thought of posting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chirping birds, blossoming flowers and the morning dew,&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to move on, is the nature’s clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When breeze plays the music and birds sing the song,&lt;br /&gt;Animals play in the woods and trees dance along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When clouds cover the sky and then suddenly sun peeps&lt;br /&gt;It appears as if sun and earth are playing hide and seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after the rain, when rainbow forms in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Earth goes green, and birds fly so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When night spreads its blanket, studded with twinkling stars&lt;br /&gt;One continues to see them, without worrying about the passing hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to all these things makes me very keen,&lt;br /&gt;“Are they so beautiful?”, as I have never seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World full of life, only blessed people can view,&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have any complaints that - why I belong to the other few?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own dreams and my aim is very high,&lt;br /&gt;Though world around me is so dark, but my hope gives me the wings to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is always just to everyone, is what I believe,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the strength so that what I dream, I can achieve!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-774536048772375827?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/774536048772375827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=774536048772375827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/774536048772375827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/774536048772375827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrote-poem-for-victoria-memorial-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-116212421383011323</id><published>2006-10-29T17:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:46:53.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Power of Three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You all must have heard about the power of one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even there are sayings like "Two's company three's crowd.." But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many people think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three is an unlucky number &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so u must b wondering how 3 can b powerful ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have u ever given a thought that the strongest of the emotions or the nastiest of the expressions  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can be expressed by using just three words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I LOVE U" , "I MISS U ", "I TRUST U "  ,"I LIKE U"and even "I HATE U " ,"DONT IRRITATE ME" , "PAY THE BILL ;) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, "GO TO HELL" , "HOW DARE U", etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can find lot many other expressions that can be expressed  by using just three words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 3 words can give ur dying relations a new life and just three words can spoil a beautiful relation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So think before u use any of the three powerful words.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Njoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-116212421383011323?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/116212421383011323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=116212421383011323' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/116212421383011323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/116212421383011323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2006/10/power-of-three_116212421383011323.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-115152357812178683</id><published>2006-06-29T01:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:07:32.815+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KHO GAYA HINDUSTAN&lt;/em&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kho gaya HINDUSTAN...par kahan??You all must b wondering why am I saying this that too when Indians are gaining name and fame in the entire world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from Bill Clinton to Bill Gates from America to Europe everyone agrees with the fact that Indian minds are the best minds.Indians are getting recognition then why am I saying that Hindustan is lost??&lt;br /&gt;But still I will say the same thing Kho Gaya Mera Hindustan...due to the differences between Bharat and India..kahi Kho gaya mera Hindustan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is progressing day by day...but Bharat is still in the darkness.Governmennt claims that the purchasing power of the Indian consumer is increasing...but still Bhartiya farmer is not able to earn bread and butter for his family.&lt;br /&gt;Rich are becoming richer but poor even poorer...The gap between the financial positions of these two sections of the society is increasing day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India,we all are considered equal but now also in Bharat there is lot of discrimination whether on the basis of caste,creed or sex.&lt;br /&gt;In India people are educated.They know very well the value of a vote which they don't caste as they think it to b a waste of time.In Bharat vote = a new saree or a bottle of alcohol so they caste their votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India, people blame their constitution and the government for miserable condition of their country.In Bharat people blame their fates because for them their fields or the village is entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India people fight against reservation system and support merit..but not even a single person or ororganisation came forward when DPS Dwarka refuses to enroll a meritorious student scoring 97% in 10th CBSE board exam who's anOBC too.Now, I would like to ask where are those anti-reservation and reservation supporters??That student is a girl so where are those who demand 37% reservation for women and where are those who say that women whould pove their mettle to reserve a place for them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bharat the basic education system is very poor and people even don't know the plans and policies made for them by the government. In India people are educated and are aware of their rights and duties but do not have the guts to stand for their own rights.Even they comfortably overlook the situaion when they are suppose to carry out their duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India people of all religions and caste work together hand in hand.In Bharat the politicians make people fight on the basis of religion and play dirty games for vote bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India we export food items and other goods.In Bharat people crave for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India people work in MNC's and live in fully furnished flats.In Bharat people are affected by draught and famine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India people are so busy in earning money that they dont even have time to use it and enjoy the different flavours of life.In Bharat there is no money but smile and brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India u'll find concrete jungles..In Bharat u can see the natural beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can find thousands of differences in India and Bharat and due to all these differences kahi kho gaya mera Hindustan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Khwahishon ki chamak or mitti ki mehek ke beech&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kahi kho gaya mera HINDUSTAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-115152357812178683?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/115152357812178683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=115152357812178683' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/115152357812178683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/115152357812178683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2006/06/kho-gaya-hindustan.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-114357378625845988</id><published>2006-03-29T00:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:53:20.999+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KUCH KHWAHISHEIN AISI BHI...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your first reaction when you stop your vehicle or when u r been to a temple or any place of worship and a beggar comes running towards you?? Most of us either shout at them(if that beggar is fit n fine) that why dont you work and earn your living andif that beggar is physically chalenged then we give something to him and just forget about this incident.In our busy lives we don't have time to even remeber some important incidents then in country like india where at every corner of road you will find beggars such an incident will surely b wiped of from our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually blame the government policies for the increasing number of beggars in our country.You will find lots of kids who at the age when they should go to schools their parents(beggars) put them in this begging business as they find it much better than the primary education what they should get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people must be thinking today why i am writing all this stuff or what made me write all this.&lt;br /&gt;Its because of an incident that happened few days back when I went to Sai Baba Temple which made me think about those kids who are forcefully put into this begging bussiness.And I feel like sharing this incident with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped into the temple premises some kids(here the kids m referring are the children of beggars) came running to me.As mostly people do I also shouted at them and they went away but a little girl still followed me.At that time somehow I got rid of her but when I came out of the temple,she again came running towards me.At that time I was so fed up of her that i just made my mind that I will give her some money and get rid of her.As I opened my bag to check whether I have some change to give to her she saw my notebooks.When I gave her the money she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Didi mujhe paise bhale hi mat do par ek copy de do,mujhe b padna hai main bhi school jaungi"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was surprised on hearing this.This girl who had irritated me so much and somehow I was trying to get rid of her started appearing sweet and innocent to me.At that time I just promised her that i'll bring her a copy and some writing material and I went away.&lt;br /&gt;Next day I especially went back to the temple with a copy and some writing material to give it to her i wasnt able to find her.I enquired about her but the other beggars said that she has not come today.This thing continued for 3 days and I wasn't able to find her.On the 4 th day I saw that girl and I went to her.I saw that her hands were burnt,I asked how this thing happened she said&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Us din didi humne apse paisa nahi liya tha na to hamare chacha ne dekh liya tha to usne hamara hath jalaa diya"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was shocked on hearing this.&lt;br /&gt;Hume nahi chahiye copy hume to bas paise de do nahi to chacha marenge.I was speechless.I felt like slapping her bloody(sorry for using such words but cant stop myself from using it) chacha but wasn't able to find him.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her some money and also that copy and writing stuff and said keep it with you when you are not running behind people for money just study something and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant forget this incidence and will surely pray that someday that girl and also other children like her can fulfill their dreams of going to school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant we do anything for these kids afterall they are the future of our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aisi khwahishein puri ho jaye....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-114357378625845988?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/114357378625845988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=114357378625845988' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/114357378625845988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/114357378625845988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2006/03/kuch-khwahishein-aisi-bhi_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-114270717949192020</id><published>2006-03-18T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:16:28.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUJHE CHANGE CHAHIYE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will be hearing these three words very commonly by everyone these days.Some people want change from the type of work they are doing...some want a change from their hectic schedules..some wanna have fun and no studies(no need to tell which class they belong to..students of course).In short you can say that everyone wants a change from the prevailing system.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the problem is people just think..discuss...blame and forget and then regret,that when it was the actual time when something could b done,so that such situations would not been occured, they never even bothered to do anything for the good of themselves(as what all will affect the society will inturn affect us).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If someone thinks to do something good for the society people laugh at there efforts(shows the sick mentality nothing else) which inturn many a times demoralises others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You must be thinking what made me write all this today....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A small incidence occured which actually made me feel that everyone wants to change some or the other thing but no one steps forward when the actual "time to act" comes!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Few days back a friend of mine at an interview was asked that what was his ambition in life and he answered that he wants to be the PRIME MINISTER of our country(many of u must have laughed on reading this same as the interviewer did).The person who was takin his interview said...why the hell u want to spoil your bright future...afterall you are an engineering student and u should concentrate on this field only.But i want to raise aquestion that all the educated citizens of India want that their country should be led by intelligent and educated people but when someone(educated people) want to join politics every one else discpurages them instead of encouraging...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think in this way our country can progress.People(having non-political background) also have an attitude that at young age one should not join politics ...and on the contrary they only feel pity for our country that the old politicians are just enjoying the medical facilties provided to them and are not able to give their fullest to the nation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave politics,just see around yourselves..whether in an organisation or a school or college you will see people having lot many complaints against their management but how many of them actually stand up and express their views about those problems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just discussing about problems...blaming the system and regretting is not going to help us and nothing is going to change by merely doing this.All we need to do is to use our fundamental right(RIGHT TO FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION) in the real sense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its actually &lt;em&gt;TIME TO ACT&lt;/em&gt; now if you really want a change.If you really want that you should never have to say the words mujhe change chahiye we need to change our attitudes.And if u really want to use these wordsa then use them in context of yyour attitudes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So finally i just want to say that hum sab k attitudes mein &lt;em&gt;MUJHE CHANGE CHAHIYE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-114270717949192020?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/114270717949192020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=114270717949192020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/114270717949192020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/114270717949192020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2006/03/mujhe-change-chahiye.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-114191717878250560</id><published>2006-03-09T20:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:46:22.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one about whom you think...when you feel low,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         You need him with you when your life moves slow....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                     The one with whom time passes at a greater speed....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                          Those moments should stop is the only thing you need...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone is miles apart...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        but still he's on your mind and in your heart...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                  When you feel that ur emotions are above all things....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                          This change in life my dear only love can bring............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-114191717878250560?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/114191717878250560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=114191717878250560' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/114191717878250560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/114191717878250560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2006/03/love.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-114063090202186240</id><published>2006-02-22T22:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-23T00:05:50.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NATIONAL &lt;font face="georgia"&gt;FESTIVALS&lt;/font&gt; or...HOLIDAYS....??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Being a citizen of India we all are privileged with three special days...Independence day,Republic day and Gandhi Jayanti,which we can celebrate,with a feeling of togetherness irrespective of our caste and religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;These days were declared as the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"national festivals"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of our country.But now people better know them as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"national holidays".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On these days most of us like to wake up late in the morning and want to spend their mornings sitting at their homes, in front of television(idiot box) or reading a newspaper and enjoying the morning tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this the reason to declare these days as national festivals?We never forget to wake up early in the morning and go to our respective worship places on the other festival days then why we dont celebrate our national festivals with the same enthusiasm.....???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have to go to their respective workplaces or schools and colleges on these days just consider it as a work which has to done that too just because of the orders of their superiors....On other festival days we very happily go to greet our friends and relatives...at that point of time no one else has to give us orders to do so...then why such is the case with national festivals??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the trends of western culture we now celebrate &lt;strong&gt;"mothers day"&lt;/strong&gt; but our nation which we term as our motherland we cant even celebrate these national festivals with the feeling of togetherness for her sake.Are these festivals made only for the soldiers??Whenever their is a news about that a soldier of ours is martyred we all are filled with greif but when u are given a day to remember them and pay tribute to them we dont have time to do so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ae mere watan k logon zara aankh mein bhar lo paani..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;not because we people are paying tribute to our soldiers...but because we should be ashamed of the attitude we are having...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-114063090202186240?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/114063090202186240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=114063090202186240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/114063090202186240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/114063090202186240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2006/02/national-festivals-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678581.post-114061376198357718</id><published>2006-02-22T18:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:45:39.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;26 January......Independence day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shocked...&lt;/em&gt;this was my reaction when i heard that people of my own country didn't even know that whether 26January is republic day or independence day....and it was even more shocking when i came to know who those people were who gave this naswer.. "26 january is independence day" TEACHERS of a school at Bhopal....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This news was flashed on NDTV India on 26 jan 2006 when they went to a school at Bhopal just to see what all preperations are going on for Republic Day and asked few questions about this day from the teachers of that school...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maximum of them said that its independence day...some said that on this day constitution was made(i felt a bit relieved on hearing this but....)they continued and said in 1857 our constitution was made.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some said that its just a day to remember the freedom fighters of India who fought for our independence.In todays world we are not having time to remember them so our government has declared this very day to remember them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thought that who all people were giving these answers trembled me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The future of our country is in their hands and they dont even know about the history(independence day) of our country.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this the fault of those teachers or the fault of our weak education system?If this is the scenario in a city(that too a state capital)then what else can you expect from a village side school.These wrong teachings must have been given to them by their teachers and as they all have studied from various schools imagine the condition of other schools too and how many other people must be celebrating 26 jan as.....&lt;em&gt;Independence Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you even imagine the progress of a country where the future is in the hands of people who cannot even termed as uneducated but should be termed as &lt;em&gt;ill-educated...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22678581-114061376198357718?l=pinkrythms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/feeds/114061376198357718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22678581&amp;postID=114061376198357718' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/114061376198357718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22678581/posts/default/114061376198357718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkrythms.blogspot.com/2006/02/26-january.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayashree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14103498335471247413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
