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Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-73032824849761027562009-04-07T10:54:00.000-07:002009-04-14T07:50:15.310-07:00Missing HyderabadHyderabad!! I am missing you a lot here in Pune. I am missing the Lumbini Park , the NTR Gardens, the Necklace Road, Indira Park, and other small small parks, Jalaram Bapa Mandir, Paradise (heart of the city), Haridwar Restaurant (our mostly fixed food joint for weekends), General bazar, all those occasional " Melas", Kavadiguda (my locality), and all my and U's friends who were close to our hearts.<br />Pune....none literally none of the above mentioned things or like things are there except friends.<br />But Of course one thing i am NOT AT ALL missing is "Monkeys". In fact i am so glad that we are living in the place where monkeys are not even in sight let alone their fear. My son here, has grown playing in the garden within our society in 1 year, like he has not grown for 3 years in Hyderabad because we were not allowed to go out even for wandering around in the society (by monkeys). so no question of kids playing. Of course those extra brave boys would play there games along with one default game of hide and seek with monkeys. But yes this was the only fall of Hyderabad for me, but actually the area.<br />I hope someday I will come to my Hyderabad for visit and refresh my sweet memories. Although I can't come back and get settled there again since we have already bought a flat in Pune and my in laws would never get ready to settle down in Hyd anyways.<br />Well!! we stay where our Bread and Butter is fixed by God. No option. No choice.Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-85842226015882285432008-01-01T08:49:00.000-08:002008-01-01T09:09:11.314-08:00Happy New Year<span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;">Hello Friends,<br /><br />Sorry for updating my blog after a looooong span.<br />Accept my New Year Wishes and Cheers :)<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"> Ring out the old, ring in the new,<br />Ring, happy bells, across the snow:<br />The year is going, let him go;<br />Ring out the false, ring in the true.<br />~Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1850<br /><br /><br /><img style="width: 410px; height: 382px;" src="http://www.netwrx1.com/%7Ediamond/dtdesigns/dt120applicuts/CW%20happy%20new%20year.jpg" /></span><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"></span>Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-16341262178500086232007-09-23T09:32:00.003-07:002007-09-23T10:55:49.238-07:00Ganesha in HyderabadLord Ganesha is worshipped as the lord of Wisdom and Success and destroyer of evils and obstacles.The 10 days of Ganesha festival are the best days in Hyderabad.<span style="font-weight: bold;">Ganesh</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Chaturthi</span> is celebrated as the birthday of Ganesha.The day from Ganesh Chaturthi till Ganesh Visarjan, the enthusiasm in the city is remarkable. Enchanted with the splendour of the city we used to roam around in narrow lanes for Ganesha Darshan.In a single lane, you can easily find 4 Ganesha Idols hardly fitting in. This is what we call "Great Devotion". Never seen this mood in my home town, Indore for continuous 10 days.As we were wandering we came across several types of Ganesha Idols, we took snaps of the idols with the most unique features:<br /><br />Ganesha in different Colours and Avatars:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Angry Young Ganesha</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/Rvabf5S1V_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/cAVfpt-AKqg/s1600-h/22092007556.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/Rvabf5S1V_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/cAVfpt-AKqg/s400/22092007556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113445399183841266" border="0" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dancing on Bansury (Flute)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvabgJS1WAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/M6mum0y1iNU/s1600-h/22092007557.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvabgJS1WAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/M6mum0y1iNU/s400/22092007557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113445403478808578" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Riding Horse<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvabFJS1V8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/C7HpZtis50E/s1600-h/22092007547.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvabFJS1V8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/C7HpZtis50E/s400/22092007547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113444939622340546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br /> Father and Son<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvabFZS1V9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/aMTfYZbuLh4/s1600-h/22092007549.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvabFZS1V9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/aMTfYZbuLh4/s400/22092007549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113444943917307858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"> And the Best dress award goes to.....<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaabJS1V3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/snE6VRm7PUA/s1600-h/19092007520.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaabJS1V3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/snE6VRm7PUA/s400/19092007520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113444218067834738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> In Black Colour<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaabZS1V5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/HPUo0r2Pcc8/s1600-h/21092007537.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaabZS1V5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/HPUo0r2Pcc8/s400/21092007537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113444222362802066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaabpS1V6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Z4gKWZBtmkU/s1600-h/21092007540.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaabpS1V6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Z4gKWZBtmkU/s400/21092007540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113444226657769378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> In Green Colour<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaabJS1V4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/jyXEzfs3jEs/s1600-h/21092007535.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaabJS1V4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/jyXEzfs3jEs/s400/21092007535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113444218067834754" border="0" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Combination of Green and Yellow</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaZiZS1VzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Nhg8SWwHf28/s1600-h/19092007513.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaZiZS1VzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Nhg8SWwHf28/s400/19092007513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113443243110258482" border="0" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Krishana Swaroop</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaZi5S1V1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/PhLILDryA58/s1600-h/19092007516.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaZi5S1V1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/PhLILDryA58/s400/19092007516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113443251700193106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Resting on Elephant<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaZipS1V0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/cq2OsXM_ptU/s1600-h/19092007515.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaZipS1V0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/cq2OsXM_ptU/s400/19092007515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113443247405225794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br /> In Golden Brown Colour</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaZjJS1V2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/fewL43NT1oM/s1600-h/19092007518.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaZjJS1V2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/fewL43NT1oM/s400/19092007518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113443255995160418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> In Pearl White<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaY0pS1VvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/svRQfu06Fws/s1600-h/16092007503.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaY0pS1VvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/svRQfu06Fws/s400/16092007503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113442457131243250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaY05S1VwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bJ7E0IIEIO4/s1600-h/16092007505.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaY05S1VwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bJ7E0IIEIO4/s400/16092007505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113442461426210562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br /> Like Father Like Son- Shankar Swaroop</span><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaY1pS1VyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZaXbF4ygPlA/s1600-h/19092007512.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaY1pS1VyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZaXbF4ygPlA/s400/19092007512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113442474311112482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Saafa is too cool na?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaXpZS1VuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vE6HwItMQ1o/s1600-h/16092007502.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaXpZS1VuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vE6HwItMQ1o/s400/16092007502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113441164346087138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvaW7pS1VtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BZLTBa68Kbo/s1600-h/19092007516.jpg"><br /></a>Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-91014767285297398012007-09-15T03:55:00.000-07:002007-09-18T22:14:09.337-07:00Mission Helicopter<span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">Time</span></b><span lang="EN-GB">: </span><st1:time minute="30" hour="17"><span lang="EN-GB">5:30 PM</span></st1:time><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">Order</span></b><span lang="EN-GB">: To find the helicopter as soon as possible.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span lang="EN-GB">Threat</span></b><span lang="EN-GB">: The whole house can become a total mess, if not found.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span lang="EN-GB">I just finished teaching him. He than started playing with his toys and within 10 mins, he suddenly changed his mind and asked me casually, "Mamma where is that Helicopter?" I asked "Which one baby?” He said,” That one...". Obv</span><span lang="EN-GB">iously unable to explain.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p>I decided to find it first and than show him. So like any Obedient Mom, I started exploring Whole House, literally Whole House because he has his closet for toys in his room, but other rooms are also not unaware of his toys. I got one. Victorious smile on my face. I showed him and asked,” This one?” Very easily he said, "NO" (like a gal reje</span><span lang="EN-GB">cts the marriage proposal of a guy who hardly dared to propose).My smile faded. I got another one, expecting this will be the last ball of the match, I showed him. Rejected again ridiculously. His anger is aroused and my panic. Never knew he has so many of helicopters...and than he takes all his toys so seriously, cursing the day when we bought (so many of) them f</span><span lang="EN-GB">or him. I finally gave up. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p>Requested him to search in his closet himself (kid</span><span lang="EN-GB">s now a days needs request only, I plead him to say me sorry, when he does some mistake).Thank God, he agreed, than this was the result:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvCvd8WbjwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EtVGRN7gcec/s1600-h/DSCN0698.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RvCvd8WbjwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EtVGRN7gcec/s200/DSCN0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111778506016788226" border="0" /></a></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/Ruu63OsbUvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/K0QhDuoeapY/s1600-h/DSCN0697.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 148px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/Ruu63OsbUvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/K0QhDuoeapY/s200/DSCN0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110383660181967602" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><span lang="EN-GB">Still there was not the one he was hunting for in them too. But good Lord he actually forgot and started playing with them and arranging them.<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">So, </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB">Mission</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB"> Unsuccessful??<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Nopes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The night when I was preparing the bedding, I got the helicopter under his pillow (that he might have hidden in the afternoon while I was making him asleep).I rushed to him and showed him that one, and he screamed "Mil Gaya"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB">Mission</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB"> Successful.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-33494268006661583742007-09-13T22:10:00.000-07:002007-09-15T03:37:03.958-07:00Thinking....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/Ruu1xesbUuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WLOSqJnYKW0/s1600-h/kashmir.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/Ruu1xesbUuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WLOSqJnYKW0/s200/kashmir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110378063839580898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RuodlusbUsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hpstEFwGMn0/s1600-h/_162424_terrorist_guns_300.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" ></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> हम अपने गुरुरों से निकल क्यों नहीं पातें, </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">हर शख्स शख्सियत है ये समज क्यों नहीं पाते !<br />हरी भरी बगीया में महकती,लहराती कलियाँ,<br />कुछ नादान इन्हे खिलते, मुस्कुराते देख क्यों नहीं पाते!! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">जब किसी माँ का आँचल उजड़ता है,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">दिल भगवान् का भी जलता है, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">अल्लाह भी मुँह फेर लेते हैं उन बन्दों से, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"जियो और जीने दो" पे अमल कर क्यों नही पातें!! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">जीवन-मृत्यु है ईश्वर का दायित्व,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">हम अपने दायरे में रह क्यों नही पातें! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">हम अपने गुरुरों से निकल क्यों नहीं पातें,</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">हर शख्स शख्सियत है ये समज क्यों नहीं पाते !!<br /><br /></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-80748742470423210802007-09-05T02:37:00.000-07:002007-09-05T03:22:45.459-07:00Kiddies KrishnashtamiKrishnashtami is a <span style="font-size:100%;">well known festival of Hindus. We all celebrate it with religious fervour. In our family also we celebrate it with great pomp. Actually, India is a land of festivals. Every day we observe a new festival, particularly this time between July to Oct/Nov most of the festivals fall. My sister in Chicago miss them a lot and that is the main reason why i don't want to settle down in abroad. we miss that religious zeal and enthusiasm there. Not that they are not festive or religious, but they have different festivals which are celebrated differently. Even while being in Hyderabad i miss some festivals that we used to celebrate in North in a more grand style.<br /><br />Well, coming back to Krishnashtami... Yesterday we observed fast whole day and chanted some Krishna bhajans in evening (with Krishna and Radha) and finally went for Krishna Darshan in Temple.Yes!! you thought it right. How come with Krishna and Radha? That's my son and his friend. For a couple of years, one more job has been added to me, for that day </span><span style="font-size:100%;">along with other things to do, is to makeover my son as Krishna and make sure that his friend gets dressed like Radha. He is so fond of Lord Krishna. He watches Krishna serial, Cartoon series with great interest and is fascinated by those big monsters (Rakshasaz) and how Krishna defeat them so easily. Here's a snap of him and his friend in the avatar.......<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/Rt6Crla8L_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/oGkH_dBdLUs/s1600-h/DSCN0707.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/Rt6Crla8L_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/oGkH_dBdLUs/s400/DSCN0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106662712775815154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span>Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-69025098673108371202007-08-30T22:13:00.000-07:002007-08-30T23:06:27.595-07:00What a Shame!!! :(<span class="story_text">In a tragic fallout of a <span style="font-weight: bold;">political streetfight</span>................., a Four-year-old boy died while being taken to a hospital after the ambulance carrying the sick child got stuck in traffic during clashes between Congress and BJP workers in Simla. </span><span class="story_text">The ambulance despite its blaring siren could not proceed as the road was blocked by the protesters. The police was busy dealing with the protesters.<br /><br /></span><span class="story_text"> Even the emotional appeals of the mother of the child to the police and party workers to let the ambulance pass as the boy needed urgent medical attention fell on deaf ears.</span>In a desperate move, the child's mother got down from ambulance and carried him to another hospital nearby. However, the child died on the way.Had he made it to the hospital 15 minutes earlier, Docs might have saved him<br /><span class="story_text"><br /></span><span class="story_text">As i was watching this heart piercing incident on News Channel, tears filled my eyes seeing the mother fighting for her child's life but was easily dragged apart by the fight struck ears.I started cursing the Administration once again.The police constables were just like those of "Pawns" in the game "Chess".Looked like they were there only out of there job and not "duty", moving there hands little bit and being so defensive. Had a Police been a little bit aggressive and done a gun shot in open air, the crowd would have easily shattered and the boy would have been saved. But no, unless they get orders how can they proceed for a thing like that, they can't think on there own. Phew!!<br /><br />First the terrorists are killing innocent people by bomb blasts and such activities and than these in-house terrorists, the political parties workers are taking life like this.we don't understand where we are safe? and under which Government we are safe?<br /><br />Remained totally confused between life and death, O Almighty, i am under your shelter. I pray u to save all of us OR this is your idea of "Kalyug". Even if it is, i request u to give Dog's death to all those sick minded killers who don't respect life, in turn don't respect you.<br /><br /></span>Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-705715159459925942007-08-16T04:09:00.000-07:002007-08-16T05:13:05.876-07:00See the Beauty at 60<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Happy Birthday to India........Completing the 60 years of Independence</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RsQwpla8L-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/lcoVfr5HGKo/s1600-h/60th-birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RsQwpla8L-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/lcoVfr5HGKo/s400/60th-birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099254169068122082" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Here's wishing everybody a very happy Independence day.15th August,1947 was the day when India was liberated from the reign of British.It was a birth of a new nation and a new beginning.</span><br /><br /> <div class="text">"At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new…India discovers herself again."<br /> <span style="color: rgb(198, 0, 0);"><b>- Jawaharlal Nehru<br /> </b></span><span style="color: rgb(198, 0, 0);"> (on Indian Independence Day, 1947)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The 60 years of pace has been successfully transited by India..... has emerged as the fastest growing economies in the world.....an important factor in IT sector.....the Indian beauties..... the Indian riches.....in all, has developed an identity of its own. Moreover, the status of women has improved, the mentality and standards of an average Indian has improved.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">But all this has happened only when India is free.Thus we should owe a debt of gratitude to all the freedom fighters who fought to see the all free India, faced the gun shots, went to jails still to remain in full high spirits.They left us with India that can be molded to reach the greatest heights and now blessing us from heaven.<br /><br />My 80+ grandma-in-law tells me abt there life before independence, when they used to remain only at home out of the terror of british soldiers and other so many short stories, that made me to think that we, who are born in Free India, how much values freedom? ask those who has seen the </span></span><span style="color: rgb(198, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">dependency, bondage, </span></span><span style="color: rgb(198, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">constraints.<br /><br />Here I thanks and salute all the Indian freedom fighters, dead and alive.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Jai Hind</span><br /></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(198, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></span><br /></span></div>Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-79026012580638185802007-08-08T23:03:00.000-07:002007-08-09T02:49:47.516-07:00Between U and me<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Happy Birthday to dear Hubby- <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">"U"</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">rvir</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Yes! its his Bday today.I wished him right at 12.00 O'clock and gave him surprise gift which he was hardly expecting bcoz it has rained heavily yesterday. He was ecstatic and said thanks from the depth of his heart.I like when behaves like that.He rarely shows overwhelming joy.he becomes happy and than easily, back to normalcy.<br /><br />Their is a cartoon series "Oswald",my kid watches a lot.Oswald a star fish is a very spontaneous and haphazard kinda creature and "Hanry ",a penguin is oswald's friend.Hanry is more particular and sober.he has a particular style of doing things and has a fixed schedule for every day.<br /><br />Urvir is like Hanry and i m like Oswald.He bahaves so normally and i give an extra ordinary response.Oswald like surprises and so as me. I like to give and get surprises.Urvir gives me the most wonderful and expensive gifts but i have to be with him.I always give him surprises, but best part is he loves me for that.Last night when i gave him an Arrow T Shirt and some other present,he gave me a nice hug.There was warmth, love, care and consciousness in surrounding.<br />And these lines came to my mind from nowhere:<br /></span><br />the quiet,the serene the happiness for no measure,<br />these are the moments, the precious moments i treasure.<br /></span>Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-24462889897344489672007-08-06T23:57:00.001-07:002007-08-07T00:00:27.039-07:00My Creations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgYNmLRRvI/AAAAAAAAADU/DRrs5Obqp9Q/s1600-h/Ganpati+Bappa.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgYNmLRRvI/AAAAAAAAADU/DRrs5Obqp9Q/s400/Ganpati+Bappa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095849600234899186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgYN2LRRwI/AAAAAAAAADc/mDGQDbQyjZI/s1600-h/Ganpati+Bappa2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgYN2LRRwI/AAAAAAAAADc/mDGQDbQyjZI/s400/Ganpati+Bappa2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095849604529866498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgYN2LRRxI/AAAAAAAAADk/qxxWbkLbl-8/s1600-h/PENCIL+ART.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgYN2LRRxI/AAAAAAAAADk/qxxWbkLbl-8/s400/PENCIL+ART.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095849604529866514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgYN2LRRyI/AAAAAAAAADs/67gXrUBMjL4/s1600-h/Firework+of+Colours.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgYN2LRRyI/AAAAAAAAADs/67gXrUBMjL4/s400/Firework+of+Colours.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095849604529866530" border="0" /></a>Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-9876895887424378672007-08-06T23:40:00.001-07:002007-08-06T23:56:27.696-07:00My Creations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgXdWLRRqI/AAAAAAAAACs/TBR437scRcs/s1600-h/Playing+Peacock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgXdWLRRqI/AAAAAAAAACs/TBR437scRcs/s400/Playing+Peacock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095848771306210978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgXd2LRRrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GVUm2JzitrA/s1600-h/Pinki+Doll.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgXd2LRRrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GVUm2JzitrA/s400/Pinki+Doll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095848779896145586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgXeGLRRsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AdmS06X2DUc/s1600-h/Closer-+View.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgXeGLRRsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AdmS06X2DUc/s400/Closer-+View.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095848784191112898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgXeWLRRtI/AAAAAAAAADE/3dT9omcmITU/s1600-h/Lady+Embracing+Nature.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgXeWLRRtI/AAAAAAAAADE/3dT9omcmITU/s400/Lady+Embracing+Nature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095848788486080210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgXeWLRRuI/AAAAAAAAADM/ittSAAtdxco/s1600-h/Closer+View.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ccedmUtN44/RrgXeWLRRuI/AAAAAAAAADM/ittSAAtdxco/s400/Closer+View.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095848788486080226" border="0" /></a>Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-40401075146781148652007-07-27T02:57:00.000-07:002007-07-27T03:13:53.853-07:00Jab Kisi Se Koi Gila Rakhna, Saamne Apne Aina RakhnaVery thought provoking Gazal by Jagjeet Singh, my favourite Singer.<br /><br />Many times it happens that we consider the other person is wrong and tell him/her all the objectionable things because there is a veil of ignorance and fury on our mind that time. And the other person in our affection and love can listen to them quietly but is deeply hurt.Best thing is to keep quite when the misunderstanding takes the shape of argument.Give it time. And you will learn if it was ur mistake or the other person will learn automatically with the pace of time if it was his.<br />Silence speaks.<br /><br />I strongly believe in this and try to follow this. Always ? No. Most of the time.Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704171427663128742.post-15640504182966316842007-07-06T03:15:00.000-07:002007-07-27T02:32:16.321-07:00John Milton - Poet, Priest and ProphetMilton was born in London on December 9, 1609 as the son of a wealthy notary. He was educated at St. Paul's School. Milton received a Masters degree from Cambridge University in 1632.<br /><br />Milton is the legendary poet in Literature. One of his best piece of work is "Paradise Lost". It contains 12 books.<br />Here are the first few lines of the greatest epic :<br /><br />"Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit<br />Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste<br />Brought death into the World, and all our woe,<br />With loss of Eden, till one greater Man<br />Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, "<br /><br />These lines gives the gist of whole poem.<br />As Men was also an immortal creature before, like God. But the sheer blunder by Adam and Eve(i.e. by eating the fruit of a Forbidden Tree) caused Men to fall into the misery of Life and Death.<br />A very common topic presented in the most uncommon and tactful manner, only Milton can do.<br />Beautiful Art of Literature.<br /><br />Enjoy!!!Cindrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17704412194801691241noreply@blogger.com6