tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265639582024-03-13T06:11:28.963-07:00I , Me and MyselfSpace dedicated to my thoughts.chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-46164077244021840182014-01-01T21:31:00.000-08:002014-01-01T21:31:42.541-08:00Welcome 2014!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: blue;">One more year went by. Had a fair share of good tidings and more than fair share of bad luck. But the end result was good. So would not like to talk about the bad time that I had but would share the little joys that kept me going. . </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Beginning of the year saw me successfully ensuring my company's participation in a major exhibition. My son passed his Xth and joined college. Though the onus for his passing would go to my sister who worked harder for it, I take pride in his accomplishment. Did a lot of cooking , celebrated all festivals by preparing sweets, read a few books, finished an on-line course... The year could have been more good but yes, the time gone is gone and never to return. No point regretting but shall try to cover up for the time wasted. Last but not the least I did make some new friends whom I feel would be friends for my rest of life. </span></div>
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chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-26978508856070710392011-05-16T03:41:00.000-07:002011-05-16T03:52:39.471-07:00Men and Women are mere Actors<em>“<span style="font-size:85%;">All the world's a stage,
<br />And all the men and women merely players;
<br />They have their exits and their entrances;
<br />And one man in his time plays many parts,
<br />His acts being seven ages.”</span></em><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span>
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<br /></span>The very famous Shakespearan Quote. I just rephrased it as “All the world’s a stage and all men and women merely actors” .
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<br />When I look around , all of us are actors. We wear masks and act different in each circumstance. As a daughter, parent, sister, spouse, friend , colleague, we wear different masks.
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<br />The first thing that a child is taught is to act differently in front of guests, teachers etc. So, when these film actors do multiple roles in a film, we appreciate and applaud them. But a child not knowing that he is acting, behaves different with different people.
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<br />There is hardly any occasion when we get to wear a mask with which we were born. For me, the real me is the image created by my posts in my blog. Here, I have had no pretensions, no masks and have written as to what I feel and this is who I am.
<br />chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-68312874514867763652011-05-12T03:54:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:42:17.060-07:00Mirror, Mirror on the wall<em><span style="color:#ff0000;">As I changed in front of the mirror after getting back from work last evening, it struck me : When was the last time I had looked at myself ? </span></em><br />Over the years, I have distanced myself from my image that today when I stood in front of mirror, it was difficult to recognise. This made me ponder. When did I last look at myself? It might sound strange, but I rarely stand in front of the mirror except for a flash of seconds to apply bindi or for combing my hair. And so, I did not miss a mirror in my last house where I stayed for one year.<br /><br />Yesterday, this starting line given by my friend to reinitiate me to blogging made me look in the mirror. I could not identify myself with my mirror image. I was trying to interpret my age. I recalled the other day, a lady in her thirties calling me ‘aunty’. Do I look that old? It is very easy to pin other’s age at the look of their face, but I could not do to my own face.<br /><br />Probably not looking at the mirror regularly, has given me a bulging tummy, wrinkled face and weight. Though it has its disadvantages, I feel that not looking at my image has had its own advantages. I did not get to look at the wrinkles or my worn out face. I still am young as I feel.chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-79423315879432742172010-09-07T01:24:00.000-07:002010-09-07T01:27:03.737-07:00I think and so I blogI read this caption 'I think and so I blog' on someone’s tee-shirt today. On reading this, I asked myself the question : ‘Have I stopped thinking “ and more importantly was I really thinking when I was blogging. :)chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-91832871040904859532009-05-12T10:57:00.000-07:002009-05-12T11:00:11.136-07:00Poignant movement<em>The post below is taken from a letter written by my father Late sh R K Chari to his cousin.</em> <br /><br />When I applied for a job in Calcutta Marwari Co., the immediate eligibility was my neat hand and the M.D. employed me for writing his personal cheques. I as a hobby collected foreign makes like Parker 51, Chinese Pilot German or French Monte Blanc etc. all during my walk back home at the Chowringhee. You can realise the poignancy and sorrow that which got me the bread is dumped in the dung heap now in the IT age. <br /><br />Now that the computer has arrived, the use of letterheads, fountain or ball pens has altogether gone. (Even banking is done online and cash through ATM).chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-22917885446453794712009-05-12T10:53:00.000-07:002009-05-12T10:56:25.299-07:00The Unsung Hero<em>The story below is written by my uncle Late J Rajgopalachari, based on the chronicle from my father's records.</em><br /><br />It happened in a village in the rice bowl of Tamil Nadu in the third decade of the twentieth century. In those halcyon days, Tanjore District was famous for its prosperity, with well-irrigated lands, thanks to the bounty of the Cauvery River, the flow of water was plentiful as the population of the upper riparian areas, in common with the rest of India , was just about a third of what it is today. The flow to the lower riparian fields and irrigation canals was in the region of 400 to 500 thousand million cubic feet, well over the double the flow these days. With affluence, came the leisure for other pursuits including debates<br /><br />The incident narrated in this story happened in a small village , Therazhundur , well known as the birth place of the great Tamil poet, Kamban, renowned for his Tamil version of the great epic Ramayana. While he was born in a potter’s colony, it is a matter of pride to me that I was born two hundred yards of where he was born , though in the Brahmin Agraharam a few centuries later. The village, though small is rich in its heritage, and its title to fame in history is rooted in the many stories of legendary characters associated with this village. It was here that Tamil sage Agasthya , fell in love with Cauvery. Cauvery, however refused to marry him and, in consequence, the jilted sage pronounced a curse. Legend has it that Cauvery did her penance in the village to appease the enraged sage and save the people from Agasthya’s curse.<br /><br />But this story is not about the village or the legendary figures associated with it, but about a humble unsung hero figuring in a chronicle of his life and times recorded by the chronicler Sh. R.K.Chari. In his trip down memory lane, he has recounted the celebration in the village of the birthday of the king Emperor, King George the Fifth. Two hand picked students were to carry the garlanded portraits of king George and Queen Mary in procession down the streets of the village, the students singing, “Long Live the King and Queen” in Tamil. The President of the Tanjore District Board, a Dewan Bahadur, was present. The procession was all set to start, when someone went to the Headmaster asking for the portraits and the Union Jack Flags to be carried by the students. There was sudden excitement as the teacher entrusted with the custody of flags and portraits was not to be seen. A search of his table drew a blank. The Headmaster was on the point of fainting with the entire school staring at him in a state of shocked disbelief. The teacher in charge turned up but had no clue as to the disappearance of the precious objects. He had no solution to the mystery. The occasion produced the man. The Assistant Headmaster briskly walked towards the school well with the air of a Sherlock Holmes. The well had two pillars, one at either end a cross bar at the top with a roller at the centre. A large bucket and a thick long rope were requisitioned. He climbed into the bucket, had himself lowered into the well. After some search, he was able to salvage the portraits and flags without much damage. As the teacher dried them in the hot sun, the high dignitaries and invitees were whisked away by the school trustee , the staff were in a fix and the students escorted home by their parents. In the words of the chronicler, ‘the two portraits were left leaning on the wall of the well, their Majesties regretting that the sun never set in the British Empire”.<br /><br />An inquisition ensued. The mystery remained unresolved. The Headmaster, held morally responsible for the insult to the Empire was transferred to a smaller school in a more remote village. That it was a very well run school with an excellent academic record could not save him from the wrath of the authorities, who considered the affront to HIS Majesty unpardonable. The Assistant Headmaster was rewarded for his gallant service to the Empire and promoted as Headmaster. But, the angry, silent patriot who had the fire in his belly and guts to dump the flags and royal portraits into the well in the heyday of the Empire, will forever, remain anonymous. In a small village nothing remains secret for too long. But to their eternal credit, the villagers refused to betray their hero for punitive action by the agents of the empire.chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-85332852690376621802009-05-06T23:23:00.000-07:002009-05-06T23:43:50.634-07:00Celebrity Crushes (contd…)<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">WoW! 101st post</span></strong></span></span><br />Shankari : ) In 70’s when the Big B was in the peak, I was never into Hindi films and used to find it weird when my cousin used to have his posters on her wall and wanting to marry him. I started liking him post KBC. Junior B is my favourite actor, but no crush. <br /><br />But my list of crushes is incomplete without the mention of Shekar Kapur. His looks still make <a href="http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/g/goodnessgraciousme.shtml">my heart go Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom.{couldnt get the musical trck of the song} </a>I remember enjoying the film <a href="http://www.bollywhat-forum.com/index.php?topic=3868.0">‘Masoom’ </a>w/o even knowing who the director was , and once I got to know the director of the film, it was the film no. 1 for me till the release of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._India">Mr India</a>.<br /><br />I till date ardently follow his <a href="http://www.shekharkapur.com/blog/">blog.</a>chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-65763916283568009772009-05-06T03:41:00.000-07:002009-05-06T03:50:29.333-07:00Celebrity Crush!!!<p><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Second post for the day!!<br />Interesting Tag. Probably, when I publish my autobiography at the fag end of my life, I would also include the other crushes that I had. Cant help but to keep quiet about them now, as is expected by the society. <br /><br />As a school girl, I had a crush on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanjay_Khan">Sanjay Khan</a>, after a film of his with Rajender Kumar where his name was Raj. My first crush, but then I didn’t know the word crush. Ihave a soft corner for Zayed Kjust because he happens to be his son<br /><br />I took a liking to all Pathans after <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imran_Khan">Imran Khan</a>. I was jealous of all the girls that he used to flirt with, and it is his leadership skills, his display of anger which motivated me to watch cricket. I used to enviously watch the celebrity females sitting in the pavilion and watching him play.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Sobhraj">Charles Sobhraj:</a> Not many would call him a celebrity, but for me he was dashing personality. I was disheartened when I heard of his arrest.<br /><br /> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mohammad_Azharuddin">Mohammad Azharuddin</a>: I was floored by his graceful batting and his looks. His being an Aquarian was an icing on the cake.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anil_Ambani">Anil Ambani:</a> No reason. still makes me laugh when I wonder as to how i got a crush on him. But that’s what crushes are, Illogical.</span></p><p>Thanks, Shankari. Had fun doing it. </p>chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-6086407081377593712009-05-05T22:08:00.000-07:002009-05-06T01:56:09.023-07:00Motherhood and its joysTags always wake me from the slumber. This time I have been tagged by <a href="http://shankari.wordpress.com/2009/04/30/my-mommy-loves/">Shankari</a> to write five tings I love being a mother and in turn tag other bloggers , both in the same country and those in a different country<br /><br />As a college girl, I use to wonder why all moms only talk about their children , but now my young friends also would be thinking of the sameabout me. I cant help it, he is an indispensable part of my life and I love him. In my case, parenting is shared by my mother and two sisters who are more of a friend to him. So, I am indebted to be a part of the family who never thought Akash as my son but also as their child.<br /><br />From my son’s viewpoint , just because I am a motherI can do what I wish , I can mend the rules and take advantage of the fact that I am elder to him !!! Agreeing to all that, being a mother is not a very comfortable status. Child rearing is a tough job and with every growing year it gets further tough. But yes, It is enjoyable.<br /><br />Being a mother, I realised, I have to practise what I preach. For the child to whom you are preaching is scrutinising us constantly. So, I can say motherhood has made me a better person.<br /><br />As mentioned in my earlier <a href="http://ithechitra.blogspot.com/2007/07/proud-parent.html">post</a>, I am a proud mother to a child who loves me unconditionally.<br /><br />Last but not the least, I get to blog about my son……….<br /><br />I would like to tag<br /><br /><a href="http://nychthemeron.blogspot.com/">Shruthi (Bangalore)</a><br /><a href="http://agelessbonding.blogspot.com/">Usha (Bangalore) </a><br /><a href="http://stargazer-lalitha.blogspot.com/">Lalitha (California) </a><br /><a href="http://geethz.blogspot.com/">Geetha (Malaysia) </a><br /><br />Please take up the tag, and link back to this post here and to the place where it all started - <a href="http://badladies.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-according-to-mom.html" target="_blank">Her Bad Mother</a>.chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-47895820535505698312009-04-06T00:29:00.000-07:002009-04-06T00:31:03.825-07:00Life’s MazeIn Tirupati, the guide showed us that the shrine from a distance and as I was about to walk towards, he made us walk further right for the entrance. We entered through the maze, not knowing which direction, but following blindly, knowing that by the end of the maze, we get the darshan. <br /> I realised then that life is also a maze at the end of which our goal remains. .chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-47325229622464463232009-03-04T02:30:00.000-08:002009-03-04T02:31:05.552-08:00Outsourcing PaysDespite what the US and President Obama think, they have to agree that outsourcing pays!!!<br /><br />It has recently been shown by Danny Boyle, wherein he outsourced the story, locale, music to Indians and was rewarded with 7 Oscars!!!<br /><br />We deliver!!!chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-31233873843616337642009-02-23T21:33:00.000-08:002009-02-23T21:41:05.769-08:00My BioscopeI was <a href="http://shankari.wordpress.com/2008/11/15/past-present-and-the-perfect/">tagged</a> by <a href="http://shankari.wordpress.com/">Shankari</a> to write about my oldest memory. I immediately started thinking about my childhood , and I was astonished to recollect my early days since I was 5 years old. Happily I started chrionicling my earlier carefree days, and I became proud as I was adding pages after pages and then my computer collapsed. <br /><br />I was disappointed for a week, for I didn’t have a backup. Though I wanted to reinitiate, I couldn’t as I was pre occupied. But today, I thought , it was my computer that had crashed, but my brain with its hard disk is still functioning and yes I should chronicle them before it collapses. <br /><br />Very soon, I shall publish a post on my early memories. The tag asked me as to what was I ten years back. Unfortunately these ten years had been routine , with nothing much of change. But I am sure all these experience will help me some time in my life just like it helped the young boy in the movie 'Slumdog Millionaire' to win the million bucks.<br /><br />I expect plenty of change in my life ten years hence. Many of you might think for a forty plus woman, this is highly optimistic. But this optimism is what makes one look for the next birthday…….chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-11752844582344333352009-02-19T21:19:00.000-08:002009-02-19T21:26:16.379-08:00As one grows......I read the <a href="http://nychthemeron.blogspot.com/2008/12/thirty.html">poetry</a> posted by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635222842257175541">Shruti</a> on her birthday ,I realized it is true once we cross past a certain age. Mirrors dont reflect any change in terms of height and this phase of life doesnt add on the wrinkles too. <br /><br />Birthdays come, adding another year of experience in our life or an year deducted from our lifespan, whichever way we take it. Whatever be the age we are, it gives a sense of happiness and pleasure in receiving the wishes and gifts. <br /><br />But this birthday, I could sense another year added on to my age, for I could see a kid who grown up to a lovable boy in a span of one year.<br /><br />It was really a Happy Birthday for me.chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-23965751635168897542009-01-29T21:04:00.000-08:002009-01-29T21:11:25.003-08:00Man and DogWhen a man is found at loss in the middle of the road , he is abused by the scooterists and other vehicle owners 'kutte" etc.<br /><br />But, when a dog is found in the middle of the road, the same scooterist stops the vehicle and in kind words tells the dog to cross the road .chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-30001490566264741882009-01-29T21:03:00.000-08:002009-01-29T21:04:38.323-08:00Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham<table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" border="0"><tr><td><a href="http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/"><img src="http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/Smilie/c.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/Smilie/h.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/Smilie/i.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/Smilie/t.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/Smilie/r.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/Smilie/a.gif" border="0" /></a><div align="right"><a href="http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/" title="Glitter Graphics"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-2;">Glitter Graphics</span></a></div></td></tr></table>chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-80046419208655881212008-12-03T21:27:00.000-08:002008-12-03T21:30:56.240-08:00"Unity in Diversity" : an endangered phraseThis very phrase has brought pride in every Indian child’s face as he/she read it in their social science text books in their primary class. How every parent and teacher proudly teaches the children about the Indianness despite varying cultures, languages.<br /><br />But this phrase seems to be in danger as has been brought out blatantly after these Mumbai blasts. I did not know ATS Chief Hemant Karkare was a Gujarati, till Narendra Modi told us or the presence of Thackeray in Vijay Salaskar’s funeral and the fiasco of Karnataka/Kerala government over Manjor Sandeep Unnikrishnan. Did these guys who belong to police/army/navy/NSG did ever think ever think on these lines before they went to Maharashtra which belongs to Mumbaikars when they were called on duty ?<br /><br />I am ashamed of myself when I watch this drama and with the world media around the image that is being reflected about our country. Initially, they tried to divide us as upper caste, OBC etc and gained the vote banks. Next religion wise we were divided. Now they are dividing us regionally. Are these politicians any less cunning than the East India Company that came centuries back and divided us on these very same lines.chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-88836371416271508502008-07-22T03:33:00.000-07:002008-07-22T04:19:30.701-07:00Rescued by a tag<span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br />Thanks , <a href="http://srijithunni.blogspot.com/">Srijith</a>, for tagging me when I was wondering what to write for my blog. I am amazed at the skills you and <a href="http://shankari.wordpress.com/">Shankari</a> possess , be it story or poem.<br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">8 things/persons I am passionate about.</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">My blog</span> : It has given me an identity and also earned me a respect from my dad..<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">My son</span> : He is the reason for me to live.<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">My friendship</span> : I cherish my two friend, one since my college days and another one : my colleague in Bombay who help me keep my head high and boost my morale.<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Computer Games</span> : Be it spider solitair, free tetrix or zuma Deluxe, I can go on and on….<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Reading</span> : Be it reading the newspaper, or reading the articles /news items in the paper covers/ novels.<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">TV serials</span> : I am getting hooked on to three serials some are quite stupid , Kolangal (7:30 pm in sun TV) and I am getting to like this Sankara pandiyan character, Radha ki Betiyan (as such a stupid serial, but i got hooked to it), ek packet umeed (Interesting)<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Environment</span> : Sincerely trying to be passionate about using eco friendly stuffs.<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Cricket</span> : Want to be passionate about it as my son breathes cricket.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">8 things I want to do before I die.<br /></span>I want to lose weight and wear a tight pant.<br />Visit the Alps, N.Eastern India and Kerala<br />Get through one of those lucky draws/contests and earn crores!!!<br />I would love to stay at a serene house surrounded by garden on all three sides.<br />I want to gain one more educational degree.<br />I want to write a story<br />I want to live as if there is no tomorrow with no tensions/worries<br /> I want to stand in front of God without feeling guilty and really thankful for whatever I have and not asking for anything.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">8 things I say often</span><br />Akash (in various tones)<br />Oh God!! (poor Him!!! But being Him, he must understand)<br />WoW!! (Simple three letter word that encompasses all the adjectives)<br />OK<br />I don’t know (simple escapism)<br />Just a minute<br />Haan, tell me (Got developed because most of my colleagues and my son have got used to calling me from their respective workstations)<br />Thank you (I say it to the bus driver, rickshaw puller and almost everyone)<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">8 Books I last read.<br /></span>Summons <br />Kite Runner<br />One minute Manager<br />Six volumes of Ashok Banker’s Ramayana.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">8 Songs I could listen to over and over again</span><br /><a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5NZI8NmBLA">Yesterday Once more </a>: My all time favourite<br /><a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vmo6ZbEDtwU">I am on the top of the world<br />Neele neele ambar mein </a><br /><a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSy6YjynmIo">Bhool Gaya Sab kuch, yaad nahin ab kuch </a><br /><a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miktSsHkZJc">Jab koi baat bigad jaaye</a><br /><a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gc2HCYBXGHU">Tuje dekh dekh<br />Mitwa</a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">The songs I end up listening</span> (this was not a part of the tag,but added it)<br /><a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_exAhW7dO6M">Dus Bahane </a><br /><a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqnjFd760cI">Maujha re Mauja </a><br /><a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Dz-GT9menM">Do u want a partner<br /></a>Pappu cant dance<br />Darde Disco<br />Jhomm Baabaar Jhomm<br />Dhoom machale dhoom<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">8 people I think should do this tag</span><br /><a href="http://sapphiragon.wordpress.com/">Sapphira</a> : I love her. She is a darling!! I would love to know more about her through this tag.<br /><a href="http://gibberdom.blogspot.com/">Inder</a> : I know he doesn’t like getting tagged but it looks like he has got nothing much to write. Just to reinitiate him into blogging with this tag<br /><a href="http://prsrblog.blogspot.com/">Priya </a>: Thanks for the lovely flowers and hug that u send me. Take a tag in return<br /><a href="http://chitraaz.blogspot.com/">Chitra</a> : a tag for you whenever u return to blogging<br /><a href="http://blogs.bigadda.com/ab/">Amitji</a> : Would love him to take the tag. Would he?<br />6. open to all those who are interested…………..chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-44584268502195983262008-07-21T01:31:00.000-07:002008-07-21T02:07:40.402-07:00April 8, 2007That day was warm and humid with not much difference in the evening. Except for the fact that there was no Sun, the weather was humid with no breeze and not a leaf was stirring.<br /><br />So, that evening when I came out of the shopping mall near my house, I expected the weather to be no different, but to our surprise, there was a strong gush of wind . It took everyone by surprise. It was extremely difficult for the rickshaw driver to pull us across. We were all quite stunned and it evoked a mixed response.<br /><br />But within five minutes, the weather became normal, making us all wonder as to what could have been the cause. The Rickshaw puller was shocked.<br /><br />It took me just another five minutes and a call from my sister to solve the puzzle. It was my father on his way UP, decided to meet the three of us and kiss us.<br /><br />Love you, Dad.chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-69702057174500775672008-07-08T01:48:00.000-07:002008-07-08T01:49:15.250-07:00Mobile while on call or a Call on MobileIf a call comes on the mobile phone, when he is glued to his favourite tv programme, when he automatically becomes mobile . I keep reminding him that the phone is mobile and he doesn’t have to be mobile to communicate.<br /><br />But, on close study, I have observed that this seems to be practiced generally. Even in office, people suddenly get up from their workstation and start pacing across while talking on the cell.chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-38088650456191134282008-07-04T02:02:00.000-07:002008-07-04T02:04:41.753-07:00Travel by TrainAfter a long span of time, I got an opportunity to travel by train. I recalled the long journey that we used to have as children, enjoy running between the compartments through the vestibules to the pantry car, library. And of course the friendly neighbours!!!<br /><br />I am amazed at the bonding between the fellow passengers. While in a plane , I noticed that people cling on to their mobile till the plane takes off and then hook on to their laptops. While in train, they are at their leisure, enjoy the journey and the conversation ranges from their job, family to the international politics. At the end of the journey, the numbers are exchanged with the promise to be in touch and though happy to meet our family in the station, still feel a pang of sadness at the separation.<br /><br />This time, I traveled in AC, but next time I have decided to take my son in Non-AC, so that he enjoys the window seat, looking at the greenery in our countryside, waiting for the platform, enjoy the knick-knacks available at the platform and of course the view of the engine of the train as and when it turns!!chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-45077615156586626202008-05-28T04:49:00.000-07:002008-05-28T04:50:38.274-07:00Tsunami in our societyIt is very depressing to hear that of a small child (Ayushi) being murdered and more disheartening to know that it is her own father, the person whom one trusts the most in life is the cause of her death.<br /><br />But more shocking is the insensitivity of the media. It has raised a doubt in minds of most of the children. The other day, my friend’s son asked him if he loves him and would not kill him. That must have been the most sad day for a father!! <br /> The very foundation of our society has been jolted. Tsunami has been generated in our society with the murder of Ayushi by her fatherchitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-83981637642043928792008-04-09T04:48:00.000-07:002008-04-09T04:49:22.700-07:00SalvationWhen one is alive we are taught that to attain salvation we need to be good and perform good deeds. This is the sure route for attaining Moksha. <br /><br />So, when we feel certain that the person would attain nirvana from the cycle of rebirth as he has lead virtuous life, we have pundits telling us to perform various rites/ceremonies so that their soul attains peace. <br /><br />I wonder as to how could one attain Moksha? What if that virtuous man has no one to perform the rights for him? Does he not get redeemed? What if a criminal’s son performs all rights and ceremonies year after year after his death? Would God take him to his abode satisfied because of his son’s performance? <br /><br />Or is this all a gimmick by the pundits to earn money by playing with people’s sentiments….chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-85141405386277662272008-04-07T04:05:00.000-07:002008-04-07T04:13:04.872-07:00Kite runnerI never understood as to why children despite the fact they possess numerous kites run behind kites that have been cut. When my son was 4 years, I used to run with him and catch the kite and could sense the excitement in his face. We would be thrilled if we could get hold of the kite. At that time, I thought it must be sheer fun to catch hold of flying objects from a kid’s perspective. <br /><br />Now, when my son runs for the kite, I shout at him and tell him to give way for the less privileged boys who can not buy themselves a new kite. <br /><br />As I was reading this novel, I realized the importance of kite runner. <br /><br />Come this Independence Day, I might not stop him from running behind the kite and probably even encourage him much to his surprise….chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26563958.post-4676269657626682432008-04-04T02:25:00.000-07:002008-04-04T02:26:17.303-07:00Exam PressureThese days, just before the exams and while waiting for the result, the news of children killing themselves is appearing almost daily. <br /><br />During our time, there was more pressure and not many choices. Graduation was must. There was more pressure on our parents as only meritorious students got admitted. On top of it, there was no loan facility. And the income of our parents might be high but certainly not in the scale as of now. But still, it never occurred in our tiny little brain to end our life.<br /><br />Now, with more options, the world becoming one global city giving us choices in terms of college/universities, loan facilities from banks and other private institution and private educational institutions for engineering and management, life should be less tensed. But on contrary, there is more pressure on children these days. And they are also not able to cope up with the stress? Who is to be blamed? Is it the fault of us parents who are not guiding the children properly and insisting on the results of the examinations? <br /><br />It is the future of these children that I am forced to think when I read of stories of as small as 11 year old school student killing himself because he was not good in Sanskrit. Not all exams come prepared in our life. As such how do we define failure/success? Is success judged by marks secured in the school/university? Are these children prepared to cope with examinations that the life would pose to them? <br /><br />Where is the future heading? Would the suicidal rates go higher as these children grow to adults and are and the reason much more flimsy? <br /><br /><br />Where is this actually leading? I feel all parents and teachers should realize this and deal with the situation so that we do not end up having adults who would not be in a position to run the country………….chitrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293611127565847330noreply@blogger.com2