<?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-9275447</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:01:07.085+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You Run It</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113611894206489082</id><published>2006-01-01T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-30T14:22:45.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A New Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The blog has shifted to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.prempiyush.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://www.prempiyush.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://www.prempiyushhindi.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://www.prempiyushhindi.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Fine Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year of lots of learning,&lt;br /&gt;Year of few yearnings,&lt;br /&gt;Year of a fulfilled desire.&lt;br /&gt;Year of friends and fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Year of Satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-113611894206489082?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113611894206489082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113611894206489082' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113611894206489082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113611894206489082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-journey.html' title='A New Journey'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113533838963754187</id><published>2005-12-23T17:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:16:29.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>27 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Years reduced to Months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Months Reduced to Days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Left are only 27 days !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;How should one count now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Where is her lifelong Nest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Where the beautiful heart rest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When is the auspicious day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;“Wait Child”, two words He told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Although the answer was enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And closing eyes were tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nocturnal eyes slept wide open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Searching roses in answer of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Today, on nearing the day, one fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The auspicious moment of tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;One wants to speak less, smile less,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;To see her chirping, laughing forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-113533838963754187?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113533838963754187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113533838963754187' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113533838963754187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113533838963754187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/27-days.html' title='27 Days'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-113518301183505297</id><published>2005-12-21T21:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:06:51.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WTO  and Kamal Nath</title><content type='html'>The average Indian is not aware of Hong Kong &lt;a href="http://www.wto.org"&gt;WTO &lt;/a&gt; resolution. Kudos our Minister for Commerce and Industry Mr. &lt;a href="http://commerce.nic.in/CIM-BIO.htm"&gt;Kamal Nath &lt;/a&gt; ,who took lead on behalf of developing countries and persuaded them towards free trade in banking and telecommunication. On behalf of these countries, the import restrictions reduction and making a point of lessening the subsidy on agriculture by developed countries leading to zero subsidy were remarkable steps. Unlike Kankum and Doha submit this summit of WTO at Hong Kong got something at least for long term benefit. Although the important point to note is that it was give and take negotiation with 30 hours debate magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God, he is not among the Operation Duryodhana's MPs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-113518301183505297?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113518301183505297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113518301183505297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113518301183505297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113518301183505297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/wto-and-kamal-nath.html' title='WTO  and Kamal Nath'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113510488088555132</id><published>2005-12-21T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:24:34.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A White Dove</title><content type='html'>O Dove, I don’t have bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;Not the golden cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dove, I don’t have the sweet grams here.&lt;br /&gt;Not the green peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dove, I don’t have the sweets songs,&lt;br /&gt;We are tribal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dove, setting you free, just free.&lt;br /&gt;From bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dove, keep flying across sky,&lt;br /&gt;Across the boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dove, if you fall tired,&lt;br /&gt;Thick grasses, I grow here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-113510488088555132?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113510488088555132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113510488088555132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113510488088555132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113510488088555132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/white-dove.html' title='A White Dove'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-113448561477724997</id><published>2005-12-13T20:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:37:54.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To my blog inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The blog has covered a journey of more than one year. The birthday went off unnoticed . Anyway I saved all the birthday party expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Presently I feel, its utmost important to me to recapitulate the events that led me to writing. All the times when I received appreciations and sometimes beautiful criticizes too, for my writings, I felt nice and encouraged. My writings had a cascading effect from the people around me and some of the well known authors and of course an excellent school teacher, my dear Maa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My office boss, Sujay sir, better to say my elder brother, have many published Hindi articles in many magazines. The ground to earth man with an excellent attitude to think on the topics and analyze them impressed me. Last year once when my friend, Sanjay took out a topic of national importance for discussion on the net. I had ideas but could not gather them properly, so could not present my views. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By the time my friend Prashant well wrote on the topic and let every one read on the group. The key was found. The ideas, he picked up were almost same as I wanted to say. But key was he took a strong point first, explained the details and added some another points and at last summed up it with another stronger point. By the time I saw Jaya’s blog too. Although the topics she touched ranged vastly but she had the ability to give sufficient reasons behind everything she wrote. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In school, jokingly, I participated in a story writing competition after coming straight from the playground and after being forcefully insisted by respected Pandey sir, who used to teach Hindi. After few days, I knew that I was third. That meant that I had writing ability, may be at least of the third grade :-). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Moreover for debates and extempore speeches, I am ready always since my school life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So it was no looking back. I sat with my pen to write and created this blog and waited for comments. By the time Jaya’s suggestion came that one should keep writing without caring for them. I kept writing to sharpen my nib.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To none of my inspirations, till date I told them the fact. And one day when once my office boss told me, while casually seeing my Hindi poems on my laptop himself told that, these can be sent to the editors for publishing, I blushed. When Prashant again after seeing one of my writing told that I write well and &lt;a href="http://batuldastudents.org/drupal/?q=node/2"&gt;presented&lt;/a&gt; that on our teacher’s website, I was again happy. At our alumni forum, one of my excellent friend, told me that my writings have confidence, I got really more confident. Some were traveling with me continuously and encouraging me among them were Manish ji, Silky ji, Alka ji, Sandeep ji, Piyali, Debashis da and more. To walk in a group has been an excellent experience for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thanks a lot again my cohorts and inspirations, who are on an unknown mission which is very positive in nature. How nice it feels that the first day introduction meet remains same always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-113448561477724997?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113448561477724997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113448561477724997' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113448561477724997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113448561477724997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-my-blog-inspirations.html' title='To my blog inspirations'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-113440557801591474</id><published>2005-12-12T18:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:09:38.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An obituary to my Oxford dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is an example of an“imaginary SMS” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;because I don’t keep a mobile now. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O suet grl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want 2 tel u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dat wen u snd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me all da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sms, wich &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mostly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4warded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nd in wich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u wantd to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;show ur luv 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ur frnds bt i cud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nt ndrstnd dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foren lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i bout a nu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dicsonry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;frm Xword &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;buks2or.   &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;gud nght&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;suet drms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9275447-113440557801591474?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113440557801591474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113440557801591474' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113440557801591474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113440557801591474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/obituary-to-my-oxford-dictionary.html' title='An obituary to my Oxford dictionary'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-113430944888260871</id><published>2005-12-11T19:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:33:31.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ami Kolkatar Rosogolla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;This is the title of one of the famous Bengali song and is based on Kolkata's lady beauty and have a good tune. The literary meaning is “I am Kolakata’s Rosogolla (sweet )”. The famous song sung by Bangla pop icon Usha Uthhup. I have danced on the tune in my childhood. I was humming the same lines on the streets of Kolkata on the human rights day, i.e. yesterday, 10th December. But now a days when I am grown up (still growing), as only humming the song , in Kolkata I saw the infamous Kolkata’s street dwellers, to whom I had seen in the almost same scene 13 years back too, when my Navodaya Vidyalaya arranged the Kolkata trip for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The black ladies and gents and skinny children, mud sticking to skin which again sticks to the bones. All their belongings packed in the sacks. The torn black plastic sheets make a roof shape structure for them. Ends of the plastic tent were tied to roadside electric poles and handles of old house doors. In between there is one broken kerosene stove and another black handi over it. Beside them two persons were on the aluminum food plate. The plate filled with rice and few fine meat pieces. The hungry eyes were concentrated on their shares of meat. At afternoon 3 pm, I too did not have my meals. In morning, I had two Kolkata’s rosgollas only and started the day. In hunger anything looks delicious. I was feeling hungry. The aromas of their limited prepared dishes set me tempted. I left the place. At least for my those Indian friends, whose coming generations too will not read my blog ever, I can never sing the song on Kolkata streets anymore. But the town celebrated the Human Right’s Day officially and rosogollas were of course the part of the snacks in between the meetings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-113430944888260871?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113430944888260871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113430944888260871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113430944888260871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113430944888260871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/ami-kolkatar-rosogolla.html' title='Ami Kolkatar Rosogolla'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-113413442056442310</id><published>2005-12-09T18:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:48:33.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shares of  etiquettes , I bought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi my dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;The reasons of mine last months absence have been revolving around me, my career as well as my family responsibilities. A lot of lessons, I have learnt in this period. I shall share them with you all. Ultimately my aims of writings are to benefit myself and/or my readers. The first topic, I do like to touch is basic etiquettes, the common man must have. Not being a Bengali guy (usually Bengalis give much emphasis to it) but as our oriental cultural outcome is there, which beautifies the life. The etiquettes cost nothing but gives back in lump. The base of etiquettes is respecting the other person. The net culture is not lacking it, but there are basic tendency of few people, due to which they miss a lot. I am not telling about calling me Prem ji or something like it. Even if they call me %#$# , I will be comfortable. But that too should be genuine and if with sufficient comments, then the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the topic of absence and etiquettes -- the relationship may not be clear to you. Actually in my absence I have benefited a lot with the asset of mine. But apart from the cyber- world, the real world gives you back more with this asset (yes, more than what you can expect). I am richer now. No one can steal it. The polite and natural behaving to the other, as if another is your family member is the key. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/9275447-113413442056442310?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113413442056442310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113413442056442310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113413442056442310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113413442056442310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/shares-of-etiquettes-i-bought.html' title='Shares of  etiquettes , I bought'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-113406308108849616</id><published>2005-12-08T22:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:01:21.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>I must be back,&lt;br /&gt;From backwaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be back,&lt;br /&gt;From backtracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be back,&lt;br /&gt;For my backbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be back,&lt;br /&gt;With back lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be back,&lt;br /&gt;Not back but forward friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back,&lt;br /&gt;To sleep again, someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-113406308108849616?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113406308108849616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113406308108849616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113406308108849616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113406308108849616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112825995063344590</id><published>2005-10-02T13:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-02T19:35:47.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Anjan da</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Milan Pally, Kishanganj,&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi Jayanti,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dear Anjan da,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt; Hope my letter finds you in your ever ready smile and spirit. I am delighted after getting your marriage invitation card. From Mariani, it reached me quite early such that I could have made all the journey arrangements in time. Kartick da shall be joining you, along with her better half as he told me over the phone. I am missing this golden opportunity to join you all at the marriage ceremony on 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; October because of my already planned schedule to Bangalore. Hope you shall understand it. And I can recall my wishes to shake my leg on Assamese music with widened hands at your wedding. I am missing to visit my well learned uncle, beloved aunt, scientist jamaibabu and jolly sisters and your traditional silk handicraft and of course the pan-betel nut.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; If I were there ,you would have called my name with your same lengthy tone …Prrreeem…..which mixes more sweetness to my name. Your better half would have learnt the same thing from you and she might have called me the same way with her lady voice Prrreeeem or something like this. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ah…. I am missing something.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Anjan_by_P_Piyush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Anjan_by_P_Piyush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I shall like to congratulate my Pallabi boudi for her luck and an excellent unified life ahead. And to you, I shall like to suggest that after you get married please serve her morning tea as you used to do for us and share her household chorus too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My best wishes for the couple. May the love’s sweet valley bloom and the fragrance spreads everywhere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Prem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/9275447-112825995063344590?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112825995063344590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112825995063344590' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112825995063344590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112825995063344590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/10/letter-to-anjan-da.html' title='A letter to Anjan da'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112801970694613309</id><published>2005-09-29T00:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:55:08.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Freeing up from own fibres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Patua_by_P_Piyush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Patua_by_P_Piyush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Every night, score of migrants lay down with occasional closing eyelids on our station platform. With dreams in their eyes, they let the night pass to catch the next morning’s train going to Delhi or Punjab. There they work as daily labourers in the factories, farms, construction sites or similar kind of establishments. These people mostly tie up the journey money in their safe waist. The scores of dreams are carried in the general coaches of train, not better than packed livestock. If coolies are given some money they can push them inside the packed coach. No wonder, if slipper falls on the track or co-traveler has to get down because he can’t travel standing on the stairs. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are mostly hopeless farmers or labourers who have difficulty to get job or can’t earn well in our region. Our Gangetic planes have lush green fields and fertile lands. But irony is that the agricultural produce is just sufficient to feed the people and sell the part of it to buy the family needs. Then there comes nature’s fury in the form of flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Let me adumbrate on the reality behind this situation, which discourages the need of looking into the real problem, with an incident. Last year on the occasion of cultural night on the eve of Independence day, my cultural group got enough permission to present a drama titled as “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patua&lt;/span&gt;” from the program managing authorities. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patua&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patsan&lt;/span&gt; is the local name of the Jute fibre. Based on the local farmers’ problems, this theatrical theme was conceived by us. In the direction of my mother, it was well shaped and an effective presentation was prepared with enough practice. It was our surprise that while doing rehearsal, at the end, at my pathetic cry, the neighbours used to sneak through the window with sympathy. On the actual performance evening, with my enthusiastic theatrical team, we reached the auditorium at before time itself. At the spot, we were informed that due to time constraint, our drama was cancelled off ! We were shocked on this coercion.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once permitted with the theme of drama on pen and paper, and next it was just cancelled. Behind the theatre, the reliable sources told us that, the invitees are the big businessmen of the town. My team’s voice representing the grass root farmers was looked askance, since the officials knew about the theme, the performing group and its malefic effects on the respected delegates. The other dance programs along with some patriotic songs’ dramatic performances were performed as usual to entertain them and make a ballyhoo of patriotic feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The significant business in our town depends on the business of Jute fibre too. Once upon a time the fibre of Jute used to give back good return. The price given to farmers used to be pretty high and the young man might have sold a bundle of Jute and return home back with a new bicycle. After popularity of plastic, truly the prices of jute has fallen but not that much that the same fiber gives in return only the token sum of money which in the most cases gives back only the investment. In this cultivation, the bonuses are the Senthi (the woody stem of Jute plants) and the leguminous nitrogen fixed in the soil by the roots. This nitrogen fixed is helpful to grow the next crop of paddy. For the helpless small farmers the thought of considerable profit is out of thought.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Even knowing all these, every agrestic migrant like to touch the moon in the distant land without uttering a single word, mesmerizes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112801970694613309?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112801970694613309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112801970694613309' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112801970694613309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112801970694613309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/09/freeing-up-from-own-fibres.html' title='Freeing up from own fibres'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112787379023678754</id><published>2005-09-28T07:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:38:33.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Selling magazines @ Sellable item</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Sellable_item_by_P_Piyush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Sellable_item_by_P_Piyush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ast week, a popular national read magazine conducted so called all India survey on urban single women and sex. The book shops already sold integral times of the copies over normal circulation, in a rough estimate. Most of the stalls might have a shortfall too. In that particular issue, my current affairs topics were only two in numbers, that too not very important, I could not feel the need to buy the issue after paying Rs. 5 more than the earlier issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The changing lifestyle of urban people was studied. The magazine discussed the matter with the celebrities frankly (whether they did voluntarily or well paid, I don't know). Of course some politics was also played on the statements of celebrities in some regions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For lakhs of readers the issue might have been a source of information. Let's see whether the magazine has the same concern to publicise the recent laws which state the making internal commitees to look-after sufferings of women at the unsafe workplaces and implementaion of section 12, 18, 19, 20, 21, 23 and the non boilable section 31 which safeguards the sanctity of household women from other members of the family. Being a national read magazine, which presents various national issues well, I shall like to suggest them to take consideration of the millions of passive partners living in the rural India too and to check about the reality about the baby making machines and bonded labourers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What surprised me was, the way the marketing and advertisement was done for that particular issue in a planned way to increase the popularity of the magazine as well the price from the issue onwards. In marketing point of view, the time when FDI on foreign print media is going to be up to 74%, the strategy of company is not bad. The soaps of saas-bahus and sleazy remix songs all are doing the same thing, using the specific sex as commodity to sell more commodities like detergent, paste and shampoos of MNCs.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who is being liberated: the common women or the economy of media companies?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112787379023678754?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112787379023678754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112787379023678754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112787379023678754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112787379023678754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/09/selling-magazines-sellable-item.html' title='Selling magazines @ Sellable item'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112773972674577232</id><published>2005-09-26T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:52:00.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yesterday morning, sipping the Darjeeling tea in the Netaji Cabin, again I saw another rally passing by the road. The rallies are common site in Siliguri, the down town of Darjeeling. Usually Bengalis are very adept with carrying out processions for their demand. The leader shouts and the followers mostly repeat last few words. The processions are carried in long queues. It also has a significant number of ladies too, which may be ostentatious display of equality or just a passive mass. Of course the bhadralok (gentleman) as well as bhadramohila (gentlewomen) voices become loud when it’s congregated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, the congregation of protesters was not even mewing, which surprised me. Like any other roadside person, I could not deliberately read about the demands on the moving placard at the first glance. The placard holders were mostly school level students. Soon I got clear when I saw the madams walking in between two queues were talking with the students in symbolic languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/silence_by_P_Piyush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/silence_by_P_Piyush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was “the rally of deaf and dumb” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This integral part of society which has limited means of communication needed to bring out a rally, to make their voices be heard, was an uncomfortable shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diplomats, who are already deaf and dumb towards the common man problems, that’s why they use blare of loudspeakers and thumps of punches in air in the processions. Their action can be justified to open up the earplugs and beam into sunglasses of languid officials, it’s okay. For that particular rally, neither shall I like pontification on my side, nor unctuous sympathy on their handicap. But I wonder, whether those deaf and dumb officials turn blind too and avoid seeing the speaking placards, which have basic demands of human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112773972674577232?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112773972674577232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112773972674577232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112773972674577232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112773972674577232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/09/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112767003434382555</id><published>2005-09-25T23:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:43:32.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon Sojourn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Monsoon_by_P_Piyush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Monsoon_by_P_Piyush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;                                The sunrise and sunset,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;                                  Were as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;                         Once, when he stopped,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Suddenly heavy winds arrived,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Took him to sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Into shapeless clouds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;That rained for sure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Rained in the meadows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For a dormant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Shaken by the sailor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;He got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tired and Hungry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fed by the sailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Three pieces of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And spare butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Like thousands other, he jumped down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Into the pious lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well-wishers, be thou cheer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He landed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112767003434382555?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112767003434382555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112767003434382555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112767003434382555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112767003434382555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/09/monsoon-sojourn.html' title='Monsoon Sojourn'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112575530612383570</id><published>2005-09-02T18:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:18:26.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The useful plants of home garden -1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Aloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Aloe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There have been autochthonous medicine practices in rural society, which uses herbs to heal the ailments and can be used as cosmetics too. There are credible facts that the geographical regions, which contain most prevailing diseases/problems also naturally grow the respective herbs to cure the same. There are many of them which can be grown in household pots too. Many of them can be excellent decorative plant also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aloe - Vera&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Aloe Vera's (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ghritkumari &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;) thick big leafs makes it a distinct looking decorative plant in house garden. The leaves contain pulp which can be used as an excellent moisturizer. The pulp is colourless, odourless and feels slippery. The pulp dissolves with the skin immediately. To use it, cut out half a inch of the leaf and take out the inside pulp to moisten the skin of the washed and dry face. Apart from keeping “any kind of skin” glowing, this natural moisturizer is absolutely safe to use. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Rosy effect&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If your garden have rose plant, take out few petals from the side of the roses and squeeze out the juice to mix with the Aloe-Vera pulp on the palm before applying on the skin. You can immediately feel the coolness and fragrance over the skin for the day long. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanda effect&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Aloe-Vera is an excellent coolant too. Many of the elderly person, who may feel several headache or hotness over the head, may apply the pulp on the head and feel the cooling effect. Among our garden pots, once a construction labour identified the Aloe-Vera bushes. He had been searching for it for several months for his ailing wife with head-ache. He requested for a part of the leaf. Like many others he was cordially thankful to the plant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Plantation&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It can be planted like any other common flower plant. A little sapling after maturing augments several buds. Once successfully planted, the Aloe-Vera does not require much care except regular water ( but not daily). It's good if you can change the soil of the pot once in a year. My Maa's enthusiasm with the Aaurvedic medicines and my affinity with such plants helped to grow several Medicinal plants including the Aloe-Vera bushes in our small garden, which contain kilos of moisturizer pulp !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112575530612383570?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112575530612383570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112575530612383570' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112575530612383570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112575530612383570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/09/useful-plants-of-home-garden-1.html' title='The useful plants of home garden -1'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112376622817052804</id><published>2005-08-11T18:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-11T18:49:06.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dowry  - A practical way to deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Dowry_Art_By_P_Piyush.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Dowry_Art_By_P_Piyush.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The dowry system is a thorny bush which has grown in the sweet valley of love, the marriage. Many of my dear bloggers seem to be beating around the bush in discussions, some working hard to clean up weeds from the bush. Some are sitting silent helpless in the hands of their future determining guardians. Then what constructive work can be done against the evil. The first can be done now is to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am not going to take or give any dowry in my life".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you repeat this promise from the bottom of your heart like me? If yes, then read keep reading or don't waste your precious time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I use the dowry word for "forceful / with expectations" (hidden or shown) asking / giving money/gifts , which plays the main factor for determining any marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing is please don't use the law book's definition of dowry for the piece of paper or metal or degradable piece of object which parents/parents-in-law give with their blessings and affection to the new couple without any compulsion. The fact is in our Indian system, before departure of the guest or at auspicious occasions, elders do give few notes/coins to the children. Remember my word children. Even at the time of marriage any bride or groom is the same child in front of parents / parents-in-law. Even the cruelest law shall not stop this symbolized transfer of piece of affection on the auspicious occasions. Please don't evaluate or weigh those affectionate pieces, which can make marriage just weightless. Even if lakhs of Indian parents can't give these, few words of blessings from them are more than enough for the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used QuickFix, an adhesive which binds anything within seconds ( The company is not going to pay me for this advertisement ) . After using QuickFix , I have found that, it's very similar to our dowry system which can fix a bore male with jolly female ( may be vice versa too), a beautiful girl ( who later puts a case against him ) to a corrupt serviceman, a rich man's lazy girl to an NRI doctor and so on ( Few more good examples you may add ). The same adhesive sticks the saas ( jo ki kabhi bahu thi) with the false pride (not bride). No wonder it may stick the not so faithful husbands and wives too. Why to surprise if it sticks the low paid police man and fame/money seeking NGOs? Last but not least it sticks the thread of discussion to amend/modify the law rather than abolish the dowry system completely with each individual effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The another way is talk dowry as bad word, like murder, theft or any other heinous word you can use for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading me the promise takers...To your satisfaction, I have declared before the court in a affidavit, not to take or give any dowry along with one of my friend in a anti-dowry movement. Need confirmation? Then do know the details after writing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear prospective grooms and brides (also to be parents-in-laws), Have you guts to join me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112376622817052804?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112376622817052804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112376622817052804' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112376622817052804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112376622817052804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/08/dowry-practical-way-to-deal.html' title='Dowry  - A practical way to deal'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112295475914634095</id><published>2005-08-02T09:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:22:39.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The couple like the Sky and the Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Sky_and_Earth_By_P_Piyush.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Sky_and_Earth_By_P_Piyush.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;"There may be a local feeling of above and below for the sky and the earth. From the far distance, in this infinite space, any sense of greatness is purely useless. Obviously, the finiteness of each entity is visible in the cosmos. Having this finiteness, the sense of worthlessness is also impractical because each of us have some element of each entity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Within practical human visual limits, we see that the earth and the sky meet at the distant horizons. Should we go endless miles in search of the perfect beautiful horizon? At last the homo-sapiens, with the near-far-above-below thought web at may get hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;It's beautiful nature, where slow evaporation from the earth forms the clouds, their concentration, within them the sudden lightening-thunders, but for what? - to rain back on the earth. The wonderful water cycle. Similarly the sky forms the protective layers, absorbing harmful rays from outside before they can enter the earth's surface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;I think if really if two beautiful wonders of the God exist, I must say that, just above the earth's surface, the existence of the sky starts. The fact is, the mutual existence of the earth with the sky makes it an unique entity in the universe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112295475914634095?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112295475914634095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112295475914634095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112295475914634095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112295475914634095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/08/couple-like-sky-and-earth.html' title='The couple like the Sky and the Earth'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112240102218007536</id><published>2005-07-26T19:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:36:24.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Premchand's 125th birthday  celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The magician of pen, Munshi Premchand's 125th birthday &lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/premchand.jpg" alt="प्रेमचंद" align="right" hspace="4" vspace="4" /&gt; falls on 31st July this year. His writings are the mirror of contemporary literature as well as the society. Most of my readers might have read his one or more writings. I think on the net we too can celebrate his birthday. An&lt;a href="http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/07/125.html"&gt; initiative&lt;/a&gt; by me in Hindi blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; Today is 31st July, hence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_31.html"&gt;a birthday greeting card&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; for Munshi Premchand.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the birthday party there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112240102218007536?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112240102218007536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112240102218007536' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112240102218007536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112240102218007536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/premchands-125th-birthday-celebrations.html' title='Premchand&apos;s 125th birthday  celebrations'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112212791124972052</id><published>2005-07-23T19:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-23T19:41:51.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Economic reforms in India - the relevance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"India is the fourth largest economy in view of Purchasing Power Parity (PPP), according to world development report, published in September 2001.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;For many of us this piece of information is good to hear. But this is our remnants of the so called golden bird, India. From ages back, as early as 2500 BC, we had been the center of trade and commerce for the other civilizations. The minerals, cotton yarn, leather goods, gems and jewellery, agricultural products had been the export items. The lucrative resources available here attracted the British to do business hence swiftly rule over it. The industries and transport system got a input of foreign blend of knowledge and expertise. Later on after the economy got exploited completely but left over with the determination to revive the economy. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/Economy1by_P_Piyush.gif" alt="Economy Drawings - Currency" align="right" hspace="4" vspace="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Obviously the challenges were there before our economists, where they choose out the import substitution after developing own production units and industries. This thing actually got the push when second five year plan based on model of Prof.P.C.Mahalnobis ( then Director of ISI Kolkata). The formation of the industrial infrastructure was supported with the proposal of the mixed economy based on socialist principles. The former got boost but not the later which gave rise to income disparity. In villages the high income group is also the lower percentage of the people. In towns the difference between the highest to lowest income is even much higher. By the year of 1970, we had almost all of the commercial establishments within the country. The materials needed to be quality conscious and world class. By the time the foreign capital started depleting fast. The need of the time was to liberalize the foreign capital investment into the production as well as service sector in India. Hence from 1991 the foreign investments were invited and the Indian economy was liberalized, this ultimately made India a competing economy in the Asia-pacific region. The industrial growth and world class products helped to contribute the 70% of the GDP from private sector. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;To contrast, the factor of 70% population still involved in the agriculture related works, become the small part of contributor, which is around 26% in the GDP. Needless to add, there exists a sharp valley between the 1/3rd of the population, who live below the poverty line and the upper class who keep the large piece of cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Another contrast do appear where the manual labours who do routine jobs and also remain seasonally unemployed. Their daily earning is low and the highly skilled technical and managers' earnings are the world class salaries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;There is a saying in Hindi which should not be taken as levity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;उत्तम खेती, मध्यम बाण, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;निषिद्घ चाकरी, भीख निदान।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;(The agrarian work is the best, medium is business, being servant is forbidden and to beg is inexcusable.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Neglecting the agrarian works is not good symptom of the economy. What ever business we do, that becomes related as well dependent on the resources available from the nature: Agricultural, Mining, Water force and Sun rays and so on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;India is said to be one of the prominent market in the Asian region. The market, to be exploited by MNCs. Hence business becomes the main point of attention. In the long run the purchasing power of the maximum of the people is not upto the mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The service sector, which is also called as the cheap labour available is India increasing the life standards of the individual labours but ultimately the next generation need something of own instead of the traditional service provider only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Now to make these economic reforms make meaningful, along with revitalizing the lost golden economy, entrepreneur skills are needed to be encouraged to tap up the largest manpower pool, the cutting edge technical and managerial personals, the innovative brains and the vast natural resources. The biggest asset we have is the willingness to succeed with limited resources in the reviving economy which need to be explored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112212791124972052?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112212791124972052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112212791124972052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112212791124972052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112212791124972052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/economic-reforms-in-india-relevance.html' title='Economic reforms in India - the relevance'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112152688315448759</id><published>2005-07-16T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:30:32.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Poverty alleviation and Employment generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The scores of Indians are living in the slums. This part of the social strata is actually the cheap labour available in the Metros. Interestingly, this labour rate is higher than they earn at the agricultural activities at the villages. The two third of working population, dependent on the agricultural activities are crucial target of our poverty alleviation programs. This poverty ridden population is the base of unemployed population too. Now instead of joining poverty and unemployment together as gigantic problem, it must be seen the directly proportional to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The first and foremost attention should be the growth of agriculture sector to raise the living standards of the farmers, to increase the rural economy and hence strengthen the domestic market of industrial and service sector products. Our industrial and service sector could not tap this large population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/Poverty_alliv_and_Employ_Ge.gif"   align="right" hspace="4px"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The government is conscious for the poverty alleviation programs with the financial and administrative support. It's commitment towards these programs are shown in rural credit delivery system, minimum guaranteed employment scheme, and several other centrally funded (funding the larger part) and stately executed programs. The seven basic social services (1) safe drinking water ; (2) primary health services; (3) primary education; (4) public housing to the shelter less; (5) mid-day meals in the rural areas; (6) connectivity to the villages; and (7) public distribution scheme for the poor have been recognized by the government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Now as the self governance i.e. Panchayati Raj and the Municipal bodies have been given constitutional status by the Parliament in 1992, the public bodies have started participating in the development works and schemes declared. These also have led to local employment scopes and local decision making to improve the life standard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The objectives to lower the poverty level are well recognized schemes are well drawn, if transparency is made sufficient from the top level to bottom level, the massive capacity building efforts of self governance shall help the goal ultimately. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112152688315448759?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112152688315448759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112152688315448759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112152688315448759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112152688315448759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/poverty-alleviation-and-employment.html' title='Poverty alleviation and Employment generation'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112143311286604326</id><published>2005-07-15T18:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:28:09.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That's not government responsibility !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Most of the people in the public life credulously blame the government for the happenings around them. Their disavowal leads to a social strata which makes them subjects rather than the participants.The arrogant public's diatribe against the officers and the representative can be often heard.&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/Not_Governments_responsibi.gif"   align="right" hspace="4px"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A discerning visualization towards such confined thinking can be tracked back to the less participation in the oligarchy. The fatalism of the people as a subject of the ruler is transferred from past generation to the present one. Before attaining the independence, amidst the monarchy, the respective ministers and officers used to be the providers of conducive services to the fellow citizens. Of course in parallel that led to burgeoning red tap-ism too. And the people remain adherent to their tendency. This thing continued to the regime of the English rulers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government, as said to be a guilty of culpable neglect, can't be justified for long. Till today, after more than 55 years of independence the common people did not understood the meaning of active participation in the governing bodies. The lacking diffidence need to be revitalized. The levity in the decision making process of the pressure groups of the society requires revitalization. Instead of wild ramblings the actions of the common man need to be concentrated to improve and cooperate the governing bodies. When the collective effort of the people militate the unscrupulous happenings around, the constructive sapient citizens will live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112143311286604326?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112143311286604326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112143311286604326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112143311286604326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112143311286604326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/thats-not-government-responsibility.html' title='That&apos;s not government responsibility !'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112127285639735535</id><published>2005-07-13T14:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:11:41.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hindi - English Divorce</title><content type='html'>Till now, I have been posting the same Hindi material at two places, first in this blog and another dedicated Hindi blog,  &lt;a href="http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/"&gt;प्रेमपीयूष&lt;/a&gt; .  Now onwards my &lt;span class="sb8"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sb8"&gt;Hindi men hee gitir-pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sb8"&gt;", i.e. my Hindi writings shall appear only at the later although the respective links will be given here too as I am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/English_Hindi_Divorce_by_Pr.gif" alt="English_Hindi_Divorce_by_P.Piyush" valign="4" halign="4" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As soon as  &lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/2005/06/01/437/"&gt;Anugunj-11&lt;/a&gt;  was announced I &lt;a href="http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_12.html"&gt;wrote my views&lt;/a&gt; and unlike last  times, I was the second participant. Its  &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.akshargram.com/2005/07/06/447/"&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;eviewed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/"&gt;Akshargram&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. My new poem &lt;a href="http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_15.html"&gt;चिट्ठाकार मंडली&lt;/a&gt;  is  published there.&lt;br /&gt;3. To  repeat,  &lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/nirantar"&gt;Nirantar&lt;/a&gt; has published my poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manish ji, I am extremely happy that you will be able to read all of my post in Hindi blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112127285639735535?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112127285639735535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112127285639735535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112127285639735535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112127285639735535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/hindi-english-divorce.html' title='Hindi - English Divorce'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112111090601805473</id><published>2005-07-12T01:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:43:43.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>और नज्म़ जिन्दा रह गये</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;जिन्दगी थी, मस्ती भी थी,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;दौलत थी, इक गश्ती भी थी ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;इक जवानी थी, रुबाब भी था,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;दिवानी थी, इक ख्वाब भी था ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/Aur_Nazm_Jinda_Rah_Gaye_by_.gif" alt="Aur_Nazm_Jinda_Rah_Gaye_by_P_Piyush" align="right" vspace="4" hspace="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;हँसती गलियों में नकाब भी था,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;रंगीनियों का एक शबाब भी था ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;जुमेरात शायद वह आबाद भी था,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;जुम्मे के रोज़ वह बरबाद भी था । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;उस शाम साक़ी भी साथ न था ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;दो नज्म़ ग़ज़लों का बस याद था । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112111090601805473?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112111090601805473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112111090601805473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112111090601805473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112111090601805473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_12.html' title='और नज्म़ जिन्दा रह गये'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112107130128742963</id><published>2005-07-09T13:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:47:41.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>कविता की अर्थी</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;नून-तेल के दायरे से &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;निकली जब जिन्दगी ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;माल असबाब भरे पड़े थे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;भविष्य के गोदामों में ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/kavita_ki_aarthi_by_P_Piyus.gif" alt="kavita_ki_aarthi_by_P_Piyus.gif" hspace="4" vspace="4" align="right"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;महफिल की वाह वाही से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;थके थे कान वहाँ पर । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;टकटकी लगा अब भी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;चाँद को देख रहा था ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;कल की दिनचर्या बुनकर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;आखिर जुलाहा सो गया ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;मस्जिद में बस नमाज पड़ी थी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;इधर सपने में वह चीख पड़ा ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;देखा  , कलमों के सेज&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;पर कविता की अर्थी थी ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112107130128742963?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112107130128742963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112107130128742963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112107130128742963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112107130128742963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='कविता की अर्थी'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112083256653512879</id><published>2005-07-08T19:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:12:11.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DTH connection - A viewer's view</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Information era has given another gift as DTH (Direct To Home) to the common man. Few days ago me too got benefited with it. Among the two types of DTH, I have chosen the free for ever service rather than paid one. Earlier accustomed with a terrestrial antenna ( It was a prefect companion of our portable BW TV ) presently nearly 30 free to air channels are more than sufficient for us. Whenever I want to give rest to eyes, I switch on the digital radio on the same TV ( Now a flat CTV) become an excellent radio. Although I am not a perfect box sitter but would like to help those who want a user’s views on DTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Which one is better, the free dish or paid dish connection? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mcbsintl.com/products/images/ku_band.jpg" align="right" height="167" width="125" vspace="4px" hspace="6px"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) The dish is the same for both; the difference comes from the receiver. Those who can afford the paid channels ( some channels are really excellent) along with all FTA ( Free To Air) after buying prepaid monthly cash card (like your mobile card) with taxes, can prefer the paid DTH connection. Unlike us, those who are accustomed (addicted) with various soaps and serials shown through conventional cable network, the paid one can be the first preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) The viewers like us who can get satisfied with FREE&lt;br /&gt;News channels ( All DDs , Aaj Tak, Headlines today, BBC )&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment ( Star UTSAV, DD Bharti, Smile TV, All DDs )&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual channels ( Zee Zagran, Star UTSAV , Aastha to be added)&lt;br /&gt;Sports ( DD sports)&lt;br /&gt;Education ( DD Gyandarshan)&lt;br /&gt;All regional DDs, Sun TV , etc..&lt;br /&gt;13 digital radio channels for FREE for&lt;br /&gt;If this menu is sufficient then sure go for a Free DTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What is the cost of free DTH installation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paid connection requires to pay Rs. 4000 for equipments and one year ( the period to make one addict ) free viewing of almost all channels. Later on monthly packages ranging from Rs. 150 to Rs 400 need to be bought to continue viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free DTH service require one time investment of around Rs. 2500.00 which includes Dish antenna, Set top Box, connecting cable and installation charges, free reception of FTA channels for life long. Comparing it with current cable subscription the amount is one years expense to the cable wallah ( Rs. 400 security money + Rs . 2040 ( Rs. 170 X 12 months ) =Rs. 2440 ). Leave the issue of signal problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The future of free DTH ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent study on DTH viewers reveals that the free subscribers are much more than the paid viewers. Almost every month new channels are being added in FTA. More number of the cost conscious middle class shall make investment in it because of the low prices and less hassles. Naturally to get more viewers more channels shall be added at the current rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How safe are the free to air channels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to air channels are absolutely safe “over the Indian sky” for family entertainment. It's a disciplined and controlled entertaintainment. It's far better than those cable wallah’s connections who are said to be showing the forbidden Russian channels in the late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Trouble shooting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all fix the dish (Its less than 1meter in diameter) such that it does not misses the exact aerial direction, half of your problem is solved. Slightly touching does not make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;If some time you accidentally delete all the stored programs here is a precious trick. Set the TP value in set top box parameter using the remote to “12630” and give a auto search, all the channels will be searched and sorted for you. The TP value is median frequency of FTA channels over the Indian subcontinent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How clear are the signals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is just like digital CD quality. The sound does not contain any noise. If your TV is digital, then that’s marriage with DTH is a “made for each other” example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Any more questions are welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112083256653512879?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112083256653512879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112083256653512879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112083256653512879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112083256653512879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/dth-connection-viewers-view.html' title='DTH connection - A viewer&apos;s view'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112073176958744340</id><published>2005-07-07T15:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-07T15:55:44.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers' translating efforts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Blogosphere have abundant novice writers like me who can appear as translator too. Unlike professional translators, I may have immaturity in translating the material of other language into English. The critiques start appearing but does that mean that I should stop doing so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In our Indian subcontinent, we have a legacy of writings by the spiritual and literary marvels. In all the languages spoken at the sea shores of Kanyakumari to mighty Himalayas and from Gulf of Kuchh to the state of rising sun, we have a lot of excellent materials worth reading and capable of motivate our thinking. We have icons ranging from Thiruvalluvar to Bhanu Bhakta and Kabirdas to Najrul Islam. To our advantage, English can be used to translate all kinds of their creations, of course with limitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Many of us, with our precious time and painstaking efforts do such translations. The reason behind such efforts is to make the material more understandable for the broader range of readers. Now the appreciators are good to encourage us. On the other hand, there may be critiques too. In such cases, it's better to request them to come up with improved versions of translations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In the same context let me reproduce a doha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;निन्दक नियरे राखिये, आँगन कुटीर छवाय,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;बिन साबुन पानी बिना, निर्मल करे सुहाय ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Keep and take care of the critiques, if possible make a hut for them in front of your home. They shall clean and polish your personality without using any soap and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;During our blogging efforts, such literary contributions, if translated, gives the satisfaction of work. Perfection needs consistency and relentless efforts. If started today, say after 20 years, we shall reach the maturity level, I do hope so. Currently we shall be satisfied with our efforts of understanding and reproducing the literary gems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;May the coming generations make a better structure on the foundation laid today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112073176958744340?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112073176958744340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112073176958744340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112073176958744340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112073176958744340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/bloggers-translating-efforts.html' title='Bloggers&apos; translating efforts'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112042153914092940</id><published>2005-07-04T01:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T02:48:40.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Siliguri as Special Economic Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Siliguri, the gateway of North-East India can be a primary candidate for the Special Economic Zone in West Bengal. The coveted climate, which people long for, is because of the downtown of Hill station, Darjeeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sikkiminfo.net/images/siliguri02.jpg" alt="curtsey-www.sikkiminfo.net/ siliguri.htm" align="right" height="70" hspace="6" vspace="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Although it used to be the practicing ground of the credos of Leftist leaders. But as long as the Union commerce and industries minister is courtly with the state government in establishing the own labour rules, the possibilities are better. The SEZ Bill passed in lok sabha devoid of the clause which “ directing that any Act relating to trade unions, industrial and labour disputes, welfare of labour, including conditions of work , provident fund, employers’ liability, workman’s compensation, invalidity, old age pensions does not apply to SEZ”. The left government’s capitalist inclination to improve the FDI in the West Bengal is the positive symbol to keep the state economy on the even keel. If the leftist leaders discuss the labour laws in SEZ without the levity, the situations shall improve. On the reverse front, the pecuniary matters of company workers if better implemented with the interest of employees, it shall be semblance of the global work place as it’s implemented in China’s investment hubs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112042153914092940?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112042153914092940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112042153914092940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112042153914092940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112042153914092940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/siliguri-as-special-economic-zone.html' title='Siliguri as Special Economic Zone'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-112038597229349011</id><published>2005-07-03T15:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T02:51:03.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hindi Blogging - Recent News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;1. World's first Hindi blogzine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://akshargram.com/nirantar/"&gt;Nirantar's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; July issue is available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://akshargram.com/nirantar/media/images/common/vaatayan_poetry.gif" alt="Vatayan" align="right" height="70" hspace="6" vspace="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;2. Nirantar has published my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://akshargram.com/nirantar/0705/kavita"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaisi hai aankhiya re teri&lt;/span&gt;" in the same issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;3. Nirantar's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://akshargram.com/nirantar/0705/samasya-purti"&gt;Samasya Purti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; is inviting entries. Last date is 20th July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; If you want to participate in it, but presently unable to type in Hindi, do send "english mein type ki hui Hindi kavita" to me, I shall type that in Hindi and return back to you for entry).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112038597229349011?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112038597229349011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112038597229349011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112038597229349011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112038597229349011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/hindi-blogging-recent-news.html' title='Hindi Blogging - Recent News'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112012553679458822</id><published>2005-06-30T15:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T03:07:36.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>फरमाइशी गीत - लघु कहानी</title><content type='html'>कैपिटल एक्सप्रेस की सात नंबर स्लीपर में सेठजी का पुरा परिवार जा रहा था । उनलोगों का मस्त फिल्मी गीतों के अंत्याक्षरी दौर चल रहा था जो फिर एकाएक रुक गया । उसी डब्बे में एक अंधा बाबा गाना गाकर भीख माँग रहा था, जो अपना राग अलापते हूए वहाँ पहूँच गया । उसकी आँखें की पुतलियाँ सफेद पत्थर सी थी । पान खाये हूए लाल-काले दाँत बाहर की ओर निकले हूए थे । बाबा के हाथ में बंधी दो घुँघरु, डफली और ताल सब घिसे-पिटे लग रहे थे ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/Train_Baba.gif" vsapce="4" hspace="4" alt="Train_baba_an_abstract_art_by_PP" align="right"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;गीत के इसी माहौल को जारी रखते हूए सेठ के बङे लङके ने कहा - "बाबा एक बढिया गाना सुनाओ, बैठो यहाँ" - उसके लिए सीट पर एक जगह भी बना दी । बाबा गीत के इस माँग को नहीं समझ पाया ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"बाबा दो रूपया दूँगा, दिल खुश करनेवाला कुछ गाना सुना दो, पुराना भी चलेगा "- उसने विकल्प दे दिए ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"का गाऐं, हमको तो बहुत गाना कहाँ आता है ।" - बाबा ने मजबुरी जाहिर की ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"जो तुमको अच्छा लगता है , बढिया वाला कोई गा दो "- फरमाइशी गीत की माँग पुरजोर हो गयी । सबकी आँखे उसकी और बङी बेसब्री से देख रही थी ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;चलती रेलगाङी की अनवरत आवाज में भी एक चुप्पी थी गाना सुनने के लिए । गले को साफ कर वह गाना गाने के लिए वह शुरू ही हुआ कि जोर से गाने की हिदायत आयी किसी कोने से ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उसे भी एक कद्रदान मिल गया था , फिर फरमाइशी गीत का माँग भी तो पुरा करना था । वह पुरे ट्रेन में गाया हुआ वही रटा-रटाया दो लाइना गाना फिर जोर-जोर से दुहराने लगा -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" तुम गरीब की सुनो वह तुम्हारी सुनेगा ,&lt;br /&gt;तुम एक पैसा दोगे वह दस लाख देगा ।"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दुबारा  गीत की फरमाइश न कर , बङे लङके ने दो रूपये का सिक्का निकालकर उसके हाथ में रख दिए ।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-112012553679458822?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112012553679458822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112012553679458822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112012553679458822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112012553679458822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_30.html' title='फरमाइशी गीत - लघु कहानी'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111946835169427087</id><published>2005-06-23T00:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-25T01:04:18.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To tell truth or not</title><content type='html'>For a person:&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/TRUTHFALSE---Designed-by-P.gif" alt="Truth_False - an abstract art by P.P." align="right" hspace="0" vspace="0" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling not the truth makes one guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Telling nothing is performed as dumb person’s duty.&lt;br /&gt;Telling only half the truth makes one a safe roadside walker.&lt;br /&gt;Telling the absolute truth can be risky; thence one becomes a martyr or gets kiss on the forehead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111946835169427087?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111946835169427087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111946835169427087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111946835169427087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111946835169427087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-tell-truth-or-not.html' title='To tell truth or not'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-111932925645938526</id><published>2005-06-21T10:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:57:26.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The little child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The little body, as I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Soul intact but moves free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Free of self and the fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Glowing with the exotic light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Small eyes are the closed petals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sleeping are creator’s marvels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Cool is breeze thence mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;No where else I can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Little fingers in my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;As I remove the bit of sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Small lines on the palm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;May keep you always calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Pink glow on the cheeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Also appear on the lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The smile makes them fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I remember the good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The selfless call and cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Without it the world is dry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The longing hopes of farmer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You remain the same charmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Be in your world for long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Where each of us did belong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;May with you all your joys tread,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Years after when your wings spread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111932925645938526?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111932925645938526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111932925645938526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111932925645938526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111932925645938526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/little-child.html' title='The little child'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111909685831678211</id><published>2005-06-18T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:16:30.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Nothing is free on net. Especially the email services, blog hosting, and free website hosting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;E mail services show us ads. Free web space may kick us out. My all paintings, designed favicon and poems do not exist on the blog. Jaya’s such a full personal website on the same vendor has been deleted without notice. Blame the faithless freeangletowns.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;As a temporary arrangement I have found another such a vendor but still it shall take time to post all the materials again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Now coming to Blogger.com on which I am writing, the space to write blogs is quite risky. May the Blogger guys read it and kick me out. I don't fear. I have a proper backup of post as well as precious comments. I am planning to have my own personal web space and blog for my life long journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Coming again to risks of Blogger.com once you delete a blog e.g. http://www.somename.blogspot.com,it can be used / misused by other. The blogs on the trail of time become like the id card of the person, especially when the blogger is not anonymous. Hence it’s suggested that any blog should not be deleted and must be blocked with at least a single post of owner's desire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;If you are using a multi or parallel blogs the sync is not perfect always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;It is still not very clear that to which the copyright on the material on the free space belongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The blogger account superimposes their own favicon on the owner's to make the toolbar full with Blogger icons. Hence they paste their multiple ad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The cookie issue and server side programming is also out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The rate of progress and volume of material published on Blogger is high. After few years company shall find it difficult to manage all on free service. May some day they shall limit the space or charge for the extra space or add more sponsored ads. But for the writers or expression lovers’ blogging is already proved to be must. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;But irony is that the free services have become a necessary evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111909685831678211?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111909685831678211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111909685831678211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111909685831678211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111909685831678211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/nothing-is-free.html' title='Nothing is Free'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-111897833295798348</id><published>2005-06-17T08:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:43:00.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>छिपा है ब़चपन</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/Chhipa_hai_Bachpan.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;आप &lt;a href="http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_25.html"&gt;इस&lt;/a&gt; हायकू कविता का युनीकोड रूप &lt;a href="http://www.prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/"&gt;मेरे हिन्दी चिट्ठे &lt;/a&gt;पर भी देख सकते हैं ,  सधन्यवाद  । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111897833295798348?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111897833295798348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111897833295798348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111897833295798348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111897833295798348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_17.html' title='छिपा है ब़चपन'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111881354585827584</id><published>2005-06-15T10:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:18:12.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Veto Power</title><content type='html'>India has been asking for a permanent membership in the UN Security Council since long back. The destination is may be near but the veto-power is still 15 years far. The prospective group-4 countries such as India, Germany, Japan and Brazil have left the demand of veto power, as any other permanent members usually have. The modification in the charter regarding the Council’s extension shall be considered only after 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently the next steps to be performed are:&lt;br /&gt;1. By the end of this month the members of group-4 shall be presenting the draft about the modification in the Council for the poll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After this proposal passes, a second proposal with the names for the permanent membership shall be produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Again when this proposal passes, a third proposal to make modification in the Charter will be produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since the general assembly will congregate for the annual meeting in September, the group-4 wants to the process complete before that. Interesting is the fact that from group-4 no country has objected the present draft of delayed veto power of possible new members as well as the language of the draft. A opinion can be formulated that it’s a diplomatic way to make a place first and work hard 15 years to be completely eligible for that.Afterall that's we call Vision 2020.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111881354585827584?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111881354585827584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111881354585827584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111881354585827584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111881354585827584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/delayed-veto-power.html' title='Delayed Veto Power'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111872107401049579</id><published>2005-06-14T09:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:19:51.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>सोच-समझकर अब जीना है</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;हृदय के भाषा कैसे मैं जानूँ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;खुश हो तुम, कैसे मैं मानूँ ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;कैसे कहूँ, कैसे ये रैना बीती,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;कैसे कहूँ वो हारी या जीती ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;सोच-समझकर अब जीना है।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;चुप रहना ही ठीक था बंधु,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;दिखता था हृदय तेरा सिंधु,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;बस तभी तो मैंने गाया था,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;विश्वास करो, न गाऊँगा अब ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;सोच-समझकर अब जीना है।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;पता नहीं था वीणा के झंकार,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;स्वरलिपि के वे सप्तक तार,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;मंद्र सप्तक हो जाऐंगे तीव्र सप्तक ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;न अब वीणा है, न गाना है ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;सोच-समझकर अब जीना है।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;पता नहीं क्यों ऐसा लगता,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;एक भय का संदेशा फिर आता,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;नदी मेरी नहीं, न मेरी धारा,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;इसकी गति है, इसे बहना है।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;सोच-समझकर अब जीना है।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;भावों के धार में बहना नहीं,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;सीख कठिन है अपनाना भी,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;मनुजपुत्र को क्यों नैया खेना है,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;डुब जाने से तो भला डरना है ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;सोच-समझकर अब जीना है।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;अगर प्रेम की भाषा है अपराध,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;हाँ , मैं चिर क्षम्य अपराधी हूँ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;कहूँ, यही मेरी एक अक्षुण्ण संपत्ति से,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;असहायों के सुश्रुषा का व्रत पुरा करना है।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;सोच-समझकर अब जीना है।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;जीवन तो एक सीख है मित्र,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;मरना भी कहाँ हमने सीखा है,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;एक बात कहूँ, अगर मान लो तो,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;पल-पल मरना कभी अच्छा नहीं ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;सोच-समझकर अब जीना है।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111872107401049579?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111872107401049579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111872107401049579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111872107401049579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111872107401049579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_14.html' title='सोच-समझकर अब जीना है'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111866841913813966</id><published>2005-06-13T18:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:47:46.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bitter facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Matter never vanishes..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is lost..&lt;br /&gt;Death ensures rebirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can the narrator console himself !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111866841913813966?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111866841913813966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111866841913813966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111866841913813966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111866841913813966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/bitter-facts.html' title='Bitter facts'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111852428762997207</id><published>2005-06-12T02:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:54:25.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'>११वीं अनुगूँज- माज़रा क्या है?</title><content type='html'>मुझे बङी खुशी हूई जब अनूप जी ने इस अनुगूँज के लिए लिखा -- भाषा:- जिसमें आप लिख सकें । भाषाई दीवारों का एक माज़रा साफ होता दिखा । &lt;img src="http://pnarula.com/images/akshargram/anugunj.jpg" align="right" hspace="4" vspace="4"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इस बार के अनुगूँज का विषय पर स्वामीजी की शैली में आपुन का मन करता है कि लिख डालूँ कि मुज़रा कैसा है । जिसमें नेताओं के चुनावी गीतों में नंगी जनता नृत्य करती है । चाटुकार ढोल बजाते हैं । इसी माहौल से दूर , कुछ मज़दूर फावङा लेकर डालर के खान में पैठ कर गये है , दे- दनादन समेट रहे है झोले में । मगर मेरे को तो मन करता है कि आशा ही जीवन है पर पुनर्बहस प्रारंभ कर दूँ और माज़रा के तह में जाकर खोज-बीन करूँ ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;विषयवस्तु को जरा तटस्थ नजरिये से देखें तो यह आशावादी और निराशावादी विरोधाभास किसी भी भौगोलिक इकाई और कालखंड में दृष्टिगोचर होगा । अब यह चिंतनशील मस्तिस्क पर निर्भर करता है कि वह किस तरह से सोचता है । और सोचने का यह ढंग उसके सामाजिक – आर्थिक परिवेश से संचालित होता है ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भारतीय परिपेक्ष्य में हमारी अपनी पहचान सदियों पुरानी है । मगर अब थोङा सोचना शुरु करें आजादी के बाद से , जब से इंडिया नाम की अवधारणा उत्पन्न हुई, और हमारे सोच पर हावी भी होती चली गयी । एक वैचारिक विरोधाभास का उदय हुआ, घुंघट में लिपटी भारत माता और खुले बाजार में बिकती मेड इन इंडिया के बीच। हिन्दुस्तान की अपनी सलज्ज संस्कृति और पश्चिम की खुली संस्कृति के बीच । गाँव के हाट बाजार और विश्व बाजार के बीच । कारण तो कई हैं मगर एक स्पष्ट है मेरे सामने , हमारे गिरगिटिया रंगों के खद्धरधारी नेताओं में दूरदर्शिता की भारी कमी । आखिर विदेशी दुकानदार, वामपंथी धक्का-मुक्की के बाद अपनी दुकान लगा ही दिँए । दो-चार जो नेता ठीक-ठाक भी हैं , बाकी की हल्ला पलटन को संभालने में काफी उर्जा बेकार कर रहे हैं । आख़िर करना तो उन्हें भी वही पङता है जो बुद्घिवर्ग काफी पहले से कहते रहते हैं । चाहे विदेशी निवेश की बात हो या सर्वशिक्षा अभियान या सी-डेक के हिन्दी कंप्युटिंग की प्रयासों को निःशुल्क करना हो । बस दूरदृष्टि की अभाव में , अनूपजी माज़रा यहीं अटक जाता है । जिसका खामियाजा हमारी जनता को भुगतना पङता है ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हमारे इंडिया साईनिंग की बोर्ड जमीन पर धूल चाटती नजर आती है । इस बोर्ड के टुटे टीन को कुछ बच्चे पा जाने के आतुर रहते हैं जिसे उनके झुग्गी-झोपङे के टुटे किनारे पर लगाया जा सके । अशिक्षितों की टोली से उभरते हैं छोटे मोटे नेता, असंतुष्टि का आक्रोश , क्षेत्रवाद की अवधारणा । और इधर छोटे शहरों के मामलों में लोग प्रारंभिक समस्याओं जैसे बिजली, पानी, आवास में इतने उलझे रहते हैं कि वैश्विक स्तर पर सोचना बेवकुफी प्रतीत होता है ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कुछ लोगों को फिर जब बुद्घि आयी तो हम भी बाजार बनाने में लग गये । अपनी कारीगरी बाहर वालों को भी पसंद आने लगी। अपने लोग कुछ स्वदेश तो कुछ परदेश में ही मेहनत से झंडा गाङ कर जन-गण-मन की धुन बजाने लगे । मेहनती और भी मेहनत कर पैसा कमाने की सोचते हैं चाहे कमाने की जगह विदेश हो या स्वदेश । जुझारु निकल पङते है किसी अनजानी राह पर , किस्मत आजमाने के लिए । उन्हें समय कहाँ कि दुसरों का दोष-गुण निकालते फिरें । लेकिन माज़रा रह जाता है कि गाँव की स्कुल में चार टूटी कुर्सियों को बदलने की जिम्मेदारी क्या कमाऊ छात्र या मास्टर नाम के किसी सरकारी नौकर की है ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कुछ लोगों की राजनीति की यात्रा हो या पारिवारिक ट्रेन की यात्रा , सीट रिजर्व है , सो उनकी है , सो खा रहे है गैरकानुनी भेंडर की मुंगफली । खाया और गिरा दिया छिलका ट्रेन के फर्श पर । सीट उनकी है मगर फर्श तो सबका है न, यह बात बहुतों पढे लिखे को भी गवारा नहीं है । माज़रा है कि सोच विस्तृत होनी चाहिए । मगर यह बात प्रायोगिक तौर पर और भी जिम्मेदारीपूर्ण हो जाती है जब कि सोचनेवाला आर्थिक एवं सामाजिक रुप से संबल है । मानसिक संबलता भी अगर साथ हो जाये तो फिर क्या कहने । फिर तो डर काहे का ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;गाँव में ठंडा मतलब कोका-कोला से लस्सी की ठंडक थोङे ही कम हो जाएगी । चाहो तो आप भी लस्सी के स्वाद को डब्बे में बंद करके बेच दो । विश्व मेरा गाँव है , यही मेरा बाजार है । आधार सही रहे तो बस आत्मवत् सर्वभूतेषु की माज़रा है । स्वंय की शक्ति को पहचाने बिना दुसरे के पाँव खींचना कोई बुद्धिमानी थोङे ही है ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;फिर भी संचार क्रांति के कारण अनामंत्रित रुप से विश्वव्यापी विविधताओं में एक समानता सी आ रही है । यह परिवर्तन मुख्यतः दिख रहा है समाज के उस वर्ग में , जो इस क्रांति में सक्रिय या असक्रिय रूप से भाग ले रहा है । हम ग्राहकों की नब्ज की पकङ भी बङी आसान है । करोङो जनसंख्या के पास करोङों मिनट हैं बेकार के । क्योंकि सास भी कभी बहु थी इसलिए देशी-विदेशी चैनलों बखुबी दिखा रही है घर-घर की चुगलकहानी । रिमोट के लिए झगङा फिर शुरू कयोंकि घर के मालिक परेशान हैं राजनैतिक चर्चा सुनने के लिए । यह मत भुलिए कि ठीक उसी समय हो रहा है क्रिकेट का टेस्ट मैच , सो देश के कर्णधार टी वी के पास से उठने को तैयार नहीं । आखिर देश के हार जीत का प्रश्न है । मशीनीकरण के भाग्य विधाता , गोरे शासक, दोनों देशों के बीच चाहरदीवारी खङी कर, दोनों भाईयों को खेलने के लिए क्रिकेट का बल्ला दे गये । बेटा आपस में ख़ुब खेलता रह और फिर लङता रह । यह रिमोट तो बस नमुना है देश के रिमोट का । इसी तरह दिन पर दिन बीत गये । हमारी दीन-हीन जनता के लिए सही सोच का समय नहीं निकल पाता है ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अब इस निरीह जनता को सिर्फ दोष देना बुद्धिमानी नही होगी , आखिर हरेक मनुष्य के मस्तिस्क को भी कुछ चाहिए न, उसका स्वभाविक खुराक , उसकी दुसरों द्वारा आदर की माँग । और यह आती है कुछ जिम्मेदारियों के निर्वहन से । यह नहीं हो पा रहा है देशवासियों में यहाँ । और यहीं गलती हो रही रही है हमसे और माज़रा नाटकीय होता जा रहा है ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तब उपाय एक ही है , प्रत्येक स्तर पर परिश्रमी को प्रोत्साहन चाहिए । रुढ़ीवादी विचारधाराओं का परिष्करण चाहिए । अब समय , भौगोलिक क्षेत्र और विचारों की सीमाएँ बदल गयी है । सारा विश्व एक गाँव बन रहा है । चाहो तो महाजन से सुद पर रुपये लो या फिर निकल पङो कमर पर गमछा बाँधकर अपने हाथ जग्गनाथ मानकर । अक्षरग्राम के चौपाल पर कुछ कहो । कुछ पुचकारो अगर सही रास्ते हमारी साईबर बैलगाङी चल रही है तो । अगर गलती भी हो रही है तो दया का पात्र भी मत बनाओ । कुछ करो अपने लिए , अपनों के लिए । अगर नहीं कर पा रहे और उच्चासन की तुम्हारी कुर्सी से कुछ सही रास्ता दिखता है तो वही बता दो । विचारों के मध्य पारदर्शिता और समर्पँण का अभाव ही माज़रा है , वरना कमोवेश दोनों अपनी- अपनी जगह सही है ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;डरो मत कि क्या मैं का अस्थित्व समाप्त होता जाएगा इस तरह से । पचपन साल से उपर हो गये आजाद हुए और हमारी अपनी पहचान बनाए रखने के प्रयत्न में हम सफल हैं । इसी छोटे से अनुभव से हमें लग रहा है कि हमारी भारतीयता की मुलभूत पहचान नहीं खो रही है । और इसका कारण है हमारी विभिन्न संस्कृतियों को आत्मसात् करने की विलक्षण क्षमता । परिवर्तन संसार का नियम है । देश-काल भी क्या अछुता रह सकता है । ज्ञान एवं शक्ति का समन्वक उपयोग किसी लघु ईकाई पर भारी पङता है । और इसी तथ्य के कारण, परिवर्तन के लिए प्रभावी देश अन्य छोटे देशों का भाग्य निर्णय करते हैं । हमारे पास ज्यादा पैसा नहीं है , सही तरीके से पैसा कमाने में बुराई क्या है । हमारे पास तकनीक नहीं है , अभी यही थोङी कमी रह गयी है । आधी जनसंख्या की भी सक्रियता को सुनिश्चित करो , काम आसान हो जाएगा । माज़रा बहुत गंभीर होने से पहले ही वातानुकूलित मिटिंग में निर्धारित करो करो तपती धूप में पसीना बहाने वाले के लिए कितनी सरकारी दर से मजदुरी मिलनी चाहिए । इधर माता के संतान, मत मारो कन्या भ्रुणों को , कल कन्याओं की भारी कमी हो जाएगी तो उलटा दहेज देकर खुशामद करते रहना होगा ।&lt;br /&gt;माज़रा है कि दुनिया गोल है । यूँ कहें कि ये माज़रा ही गोल-मटोल है । सोचते जाओ उलझते जाओ । उलझन से बचने का उपाय एक ही है । दिलो-दिमाग से सोचो और बढते रहो आत्मा की पुकार पर । कोई भी परेशानी झट से सुलझ जाएगी ।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111852428762997207?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111852428762997207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111852428762997207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111852428762997207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111852428762997207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_12.html' title='११वीं अनुगूँज- माज़रा क्या है?'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111814779482141376</id><published>2005-06-07T18:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:06:34.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The strings you once touched are vibrating.&lt;br /&gt;The melody I hear on occasional touching.&lt;br /&gt;The vibrations are nice but I fear, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;The blame may be my fate, and I shall hear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The accompany you give is known to me.&lt;br /&gt;The reciprocation of faith thus shall I be.&lt;br /&gt;The fear and drops of tear on cheek, I feel.&lt;br /&gt;The eternal wishes are just enough to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual creature is, guessing me though.&lt;br /&gt;The fragile glass is your heart, I see through.&lt;br /&gt;The appearance, I imagine may not be same.&lt;br /&gt;The moon is not you, from earth you came.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The beaches, where I found you, are white.&lt;br /&gt;The identity of you, should I ask it or write.&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine I saw first was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;The lone man’s sand home gift didn’t sway.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The test of yours is tough to churn my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The winning is aim through valleys and curves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The dedication is fuel for my soul and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The sure victor I shall be as long thee is kind.&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/9275447-111814779482141376?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111814779482141376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111814779482141376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111814779482141376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111814779482141376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_07.html' title='The'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111781144150029087</id><published>2005-06-03T20:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:47:29.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Come on my cohorts</title><content type='html'>First time our Hindi bloggers' famous &lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/2005/06/01/437/"&gt;Anugunj&lt;/a&gt; has invited the entries in other languages too, I don't understand Urdu but sure is English or Bengali or Nepali . Please mew, shout, whisper, scold, roar or even bark after participating there.&lt;img src="http://pnarula.com/images/akshargram/anugunj.jpg" alt="Akshargram Anugunj" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" /&gt; No prizes, but only writing is important there not the presentation or mastery over the language. We discusss some of the contemporary topics in a informal way and the organizer reviews each of them at last. If you are unable to read Hindi there, try the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Hindi unreadable characters are there then select them all and paste at the left box present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.devanaagarii.net/hi/girgit/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to translate ---&gt; Click the top most button between the boxes and ----&gt; See the actual Hindi poem in right box. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111781144150029087?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111781144150029087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111781144150029087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111781144150029087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111781144150029087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/come-on-my-cohorts.html' title='Come on my cohorts'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111778834927065211</id><published>2005-06-03T13:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:29:25.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Deadly Virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“A computer may be affected with any problem, it may be affected with deadly viruses too”, I told him. I  had already planned what shall go next.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“We keep our room clean, how can virus affect that”, Saran babu affirmed me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;UNIX virus is a quite distant possibility but I had scented the possibility of more cleanliness and a chance to get them rid off their habit of occasional wearing of shoes in the UNIX server room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The computer virus can affect the hard disk and ultimately your computer can be useless”, I made my point strong “You may be carrying the shoes inside the computer room and sure be touching the keyboard with dirty fingers”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“Is these things enough to carry virus to the computer” he enquired and become anxious.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Please don’t allow strangers to enter the room and maintain the cleanliness of the room every possible way to avoid the viruses”, I consulted him as an expert.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was actually a only minor problem in the cable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;And afterwards the computers and the room got extra cleanliness.&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/9275447-111778834927065211?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111778834927065211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111778834927065211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111778834927065211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111778834927065211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/deadly-virus.html' title='The Deadly Virus'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111757128083961502</id><published>2005-06-01T01:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:03:10.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>एक ब्लाग या पाती ।</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If following are unreadable characters then select them all and paste at the left box present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.devanaagarii.net/hi/girgit/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; to translate ---&gt; Click the top most button between the boxes and ----&gt; See the actual Hindi poem in right box. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;एक ब्लाग या पाती ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;चिट्ठी की हुई विदाई,&lt;br /&gt;चिट्ठा से हुई सगाई,&lt;br /&gt;भावों के ससुराल चली,&lt;br /&gt;ले भानुमती की पिटारी,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एक ब्लाग या पाती ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;मुक्त आकाश के तले,&lt;br /&gt;अदृश्य तंतुओं से जुङे,&lt;br /&gt;सहस्र आँखे फिर यहाँ,&lt;br /&gt;अपनापन लिए पढती हैं,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;एक ब्लाग या पाती ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;लेखनी के प्रवाह से,&lt;br /&gt;कुंजीपटल पर स्पंदित,&lt;br /&gt;अनवरत इन पन्नों में,&lt;br /&gt;स्वतंत्रता की अभिलाषी,&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;एक ब्लाग या पाती ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;समाज का दर्पण यह,&lt;br /&gt;वैचारिक चपल चौपाल,&lt;br /&gt;बिना किसी लाग-लपेट,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;लिखते हैं स्वजन,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;एक ब्लाग या पाती ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;मिलकर बातें करें हम,&lt;br /&gt;अंतिम अनावरण से पहले,&lt;br /&gt;बिना आवरण के जब लिखे,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;शाश्वत हो जाती है फिर,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;एक ब्लाग या पाती ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ह्रदय के वाद्ययंत्र को&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;यहाँ कलम के कलाकार,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;क्या खूब बजाते हैं, फिर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मिलकर एक नाम देते हैं,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;एक ब्लाग या पाती ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;अनजानों से डरकर भी,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;विश्वास की ही आशा में,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;स्थापित करते हम संवाद,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;मिला अनोखा माध्यम है,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एक ब्लाग या पाती ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;लेखनी की स्याह होती&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;आँसू की अनवरत धारा,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;आप हमारे संग होते है,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;लिखते है सांत्वना की,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;एक ब्लाग या पाती ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;विचारों की कुछ ऐसी लहरें,&lt;br /&gt;क्षण या जीवन भर के लिए,&lt;br /&gt;एक बंधन में बाँधते, जैसे&lt;br /&gt;अनजान नाविकों का यात्रा,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;एक ब्लाग या पाती ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111757128083961502?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111757128083961502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111757128083961502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111757128083961502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111757128083961502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='एक ब्लाग या पाती ।'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-111745050447439602</id><published>2005-05-30T15:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-31T13:52:15.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, Sweat and Orkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;First let me tell that everything is fine at home. As being an elder of someone gives you respect as well as responsibility especially when your loved ones believe in your abilities. And the superpower is the driving force and we are the dolls to follow the conscience.Your wishes have worked fine like past.&lt;br /&gt;My present stay at home has own benefits at least to the satisfaction of my parents as an obedient child. Why not avail the closeness of bosom of mother, the shadow of father before I leave to more painful world again. Of course their blessings will be with me and I shall leap forward much faster in that world too. A silence captivates me while I think about the missing of their daily company like most of you feel.&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;Next are the toughest lessons of my profession underway, as my aim of life, in the system, which needs to improve much faster. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;At last, yesterday I have tried Orkut registration to fail, which tells that someone must invite me there. Please invite me there if someone can.&lt;br /&gt;And no thanks in advance from me because its a some kind of network and surely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;benefit you too ( No wonder it’s my joking habit without using similes). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &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/9275447-111745050447439602?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111745050447439602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111745050447439602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111745050447439602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111745050447439602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/sweet-sweat-and-orkut.html' title='Sweet, Sweat and Orkut'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111589908722548055</id><published>2005-05-12T16:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:31:24.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping -- Me too !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I shall like to join your &lt;a href="http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/possible-reasons-of-sleeping-bloggers.html"&gt;sleeping bloggers' &lt;/a&gt;community. If there are new readers they should know that I have blogroll entries who wake up for a day get tired of writing and sleep for many days again. But hope my community will drive the writing wagon as I sleep. Actually I am not sleeping but much busy in some family responsibilities. You may pray for my family's happiness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Civilizations vanished along with most of the buildings, proud, glory and selfishness but the scriptures on the leaflets told much about them and the writer became immortal. Let the pen not stop.&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/9275447-111589908722548055?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111589908722548055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111589908722548055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111589908722548055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111589908722548055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleeping-me-too.html' title='Sleeping -- Me too !!'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111580624861202928</id><published>2005-05-11T15:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-11T15:40:48.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>True readers</title><content type='html'>True readers shall welcome the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111580624861202928?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111580624861202928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111580624861202928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111580624861202928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111580624861202928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/true-readers.html' title='True readers'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111580268383155451</id><published>2005-05-11T14:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-16T07:52:08.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>अनुगूंज 10 – एक पाती सिन्दुरिया के नाम</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;प्रिय मित्रों,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/2005/05/11/422/"&gt;रविजी का आमंत्रण&lt;/a&gt; आज रवि के सिन्दुरिया किरणों में दिखा । वो भी ठीक उस समय जब प्रभात किरणें आम के पेङ की कोपलों पर पङ रही थी । एक-एक डाल, पात सब सिन्दुरिया रंग में रंगे थे। सिन्दुर का नाम लेते ही, किसी नवेली दुलहिन की सिन्दुरिया माँग याद आ जाती है । जब शादी की सुबह सिन्दुर भरे माँग में नारी,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;सौन्दर्य एवं ममत्व की साक्षात् प्रतिमा जान पङती है । नव दम्पत्ति के सिन्दुरी सपने, उन्हें क्षितिज पर तैराती भी रहती है ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/2005/05/11/422/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Akshargram Anugunj" src="http://pnarula.com/images/akshargram/anugunj.jpg" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;अभी इतनी दूर क्षितिज पर न जाकर बस दस मीटर की दूरी पर स्वतः उगे हुए आम की छाया में चलें । हमारे घर के सामने एक छोटी सी फूलों की बगिया है । आठ-दस साल पहले उसी के दूर कोने में फेंके गये आम की गुठलियों से काफी पौधे उग आये थे । भूगर्भ से आम के उन नन्हें पौधों की गुठलियों से साबुत गरी निकालकर मैं उसका&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;एक कोना पत्थर पर घिस लेता । बस बन जाती थी सीटी हमारी । पैं &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt; पों वाली सीटी को कमरे में बजाने से माँ को काफी चिढ थी । तब से सीटी बाहर ही बजने लगी । इसी सीटी की आवाज में बढने लगा, एक आम का पौधा जिसको मैनें उखाङ कर सीटी न बनायी थी ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;फिर चला गया मैं बाहर पढने के लिए।&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;पढाई के दौरान उस आम के पौधे के साथ संपर्क टूट गया । फिर तो उस पौधे की डालियाँ बढकर छोटा छितरैया पेङ भी बन गयी । करीब दो साल के बाद एक दिन बगान की सफाई के दौरान , पिताजी को मैंने कहा कि इस गुठली से उगे आम के नन्हे पेङ को काट क्यों न दिया जाए । यह आम का पेङ बङा होकर अपने छाँव से पुरा बगान ही लील लेगा, मैं फिर फूल के पौधे कहाँ रोपूँगा , आवारा गुठली वाले आम का फल क्या मीठा होगा । वो मेरी बात को अनमने ढंग से सुन रहे थे । क्योंकि वृक्षप्रेमी पिताजी का अगर बस चले तो हमारे पुरे घर के परिसर को वन-विभाग में बदल दें । मेरे तर्कों पर पिताजी कहने लगे कि यह संभवतः सुरजापूरी आम का पेङ होगा । सुरजापूरी आम हमारे इलाके का मध्यम आकार का खुब मीठा आम होता है । पुनः मेरे अनुरोध पर कहने लगे कि सिर्फ एक साल इसका आम देख लेते हैं, अगर बीजु जैसा खट्टा हुआ तो काट देना । कहकर उन्होनें जङ की मिट्टी को फिर ठीक कर दिया और लटकते डालों को बाँस की कमाची से खङा कर दिया । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;दिन बीतने लगे, धूप, वर्षा की मार को सहकर वह छोटा पेङ भी बन गया । एक वसंत उसमें मुकुल भी आए । कोयल की कुहू - कुहू भी सुनाई पङने लगी । पानी डाला जाने लगा उसके जङ में। फल क्या होगा पता नहीं मगर पिताजी कहीं से लाकर दवाईयों का छिङकाव भी कर गये । मंजर से टिकोले , फिर टिकोले आम में परिवर्घित हुए । अब यह आम अपने बङे आकार के कारण न तो मध्यम आकार के सुरजापूरी जैसा देखने में लगता था , न ही छोटका बीजु जैसा । पहरेदारी होने लगी आम की । कभी दूसरों का आम झटकने वाला मैं उस्ताद , अपने आमों को किसी बाहरी आदमी को छुने भी नहीं देता ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;अब इन आमों का रंग सिन्दुरी होने लगा। एकाध पककर टपक गये। धरती माँ की संपत्ति को पेङ ने प्रसाद स्वरुप प्रदान किया । फिर भी हमारे घर की रीति के अनुसार भगवान को प्रसाद चढा कर हम सबने उस आम को चखा। कभी कभी नियमित पकवानों को जब पूजा-पाठ के ख्याल से पकाया जाता है तो उसका स्वाद दुगुना हो जाता है । मगर पूजा में चढे आम का मीठापन पेङ के बाकी आमों में भी बना रहा । आमों का स्वाद तो काफी मीठा है ही, सुरजापूरी का स्वाद से यह स्वाद कुछ विशिष्ठ भी है । चार साल हो गये इस प्रसंग के । आसपास के पेङों में आम आये न आये इस सिन्दुरिया का आँचल खाली न जाता है । आजकल लदा पङा है यह आमों से , पिताजी भारी हो रहे डालों को बासों के दर्जन भर सहारे से टिकाये हैं । अब तो इसे काटने का याद पङते ही देह सिहर जाता है । बहुत पहले जब वह छोटा ही था, ठीक उसके जङ के पास घर की नियमित चाहरदीवारी भी खङी करनी पङी थी। मगर पंचफुटिया चाहरदीवारी से परे, आजकल सङक पर वह बच्चों के लिए कच्चे ही सही मगर वह कुछ आम टपकाता ही रहता है । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;सिन्दुरिया की प्रेरणा उन हजारों आवारा गुठलियों के लिए भी है , जिन्हें संरक्षण चाहिए विकास के लिए । जिनमें अधिकतर खट्टे बीजु हो सकते है परन्तु बाकी थोङे को भी अगर अपनी क्षमताओं एवं प्रतिभाओं को दिखाने का मौका मिले तो परिणाम बेहतर होंगे । आवश्यकता है तो कुछ वृक्ष प्रेमियों की&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;आपका,&lt;br /&gt;प्रेम ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9275447-111580268383155451?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111580268383155451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111580268383155451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111580268383155451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111580268383155451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/10.html' title='अनुगूंज 10 – एक पाती सिन्दुरिया के नाम'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111569919448896130</id><published>2005-05-10T09:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-12T01:33:12.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of the Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The dreams are the integral part of any person’s sleep. The rapid eye movements (REMs) inside the closed eyes are the evident of it. Some of them are remembered till morning but mostly forgotten. Some of them are capable enough to shake up the bed and the person will start trembling. Some are funny and some are inspiring. Some dreams come as the daily routine too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s come to my childhood. During the childhood almost before the exams, several times I saw that my pen got stuck in the class and other students submitted their answer sheets. Have been taught that one must revise the answers till last seconds available, I never submit the answer paper before the last bell rung even if my paper is complete quite before. The reason of my dreams can be tracked back to exam-awareness and any remaining preparation and this was reflected by the sub-conscious brains.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now a days dreams like unable to run on track and unable to write on exams have stopped. During my project months, I used to debug my JSP codes in dreams and had got up several times in the sleep. Now a day the nature of dreams has changed and they got decorated more with the positive attitude.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But before some important event of life, the dreams do give messages to me. Just previous night of the interview of my present job, I saw a positive indication dream too. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hided the dream from everyone until I got the final joining letter. Like me everyone may have interesting as well as funny or fearsome dreams too. May someone have dreams of future life, career, partner and so on. One’s dreams may be the complement of the dream of other person too. Thus it’s human nature that we shall like to share the dreams and feel easy. And we the have the liberty to present the dreams in poetry too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jokes apart! Now come to a dream of one of my fellow blogger, who use to see it regularly. He needs the explanation of the particular dream. You may follow the link below. The post is written in Hindi and you may give your comments there in English too if you wish to do so. You may tie-up your seat belts too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jitu.info/merapanna/?p=309"&gt;Jitu’s blog post on dreams .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111569919448896130?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111569919448896130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111569919448896130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111569919448896130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111569919448896130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/dreams-of-midnight.html' title='Dreams of the Midnight'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111553184323478814</id><published>2005-05-08T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-09T07:57:46.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Suppose a needy student came to you for the necessary guidance in his exam papers. You guided him in the precious morning hours. He could not pay his fees regularly. One day you hear that he turned out as the topper in the paper you guided. Are not you paid more than the money!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Suppose you told a semi-stranger about some address and the way to reach there and the way he should perform at the destination house. Next day you hear that he reached there and followed exactly what you told. Are not you paid more than thanks!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Suppose you are writing constantly and find that there are rare comments on the posts. You kept writing. Incidentally one day statistics tell that there are readers who rarely miss to read you. On the busiest day too one finds out time to read you before leaving the office. Are not precious words than comments written!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Suppose one night you are running on your station platform along with the stranger couple who have a kid too, to carry their luggage from last coach to the first coach. As soon as they got into, the train started and they could not even see you back. Years after at a metropolitan station, your mother and sister with a heavy luggage are desperate to buy the ticket. A stranger guy who was standing nearby offered to help them. And he bought them the desired ticket and left the place. Are not you paid more than gratitude from the couple with the kid !&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/9275447-111553184323478814?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111553184323478814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111553184323478814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111553184323478814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111553184323478814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is beautiful'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111542389881141199</id><published>2005-05-07T05:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:23:07.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>विश्वास का एक आवरण</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;जिन्दगी की खुली किताब के&lt;br /&gt;श्वेत-श्याम उन पन्नों को,&lt;br /&gt;मौसमी बयारों से बचाता है&lt;br /&gt;विश्वास का एक आवरण ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;अनजानी राहों का मुसाफिर&lt;br /&gt;गलियों से जब गुजरता है,&lt;br /&gt;फीकी हँसियों से बचाता है&lt;br /&gt;विश्वास का एक आवरण&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;मैखाने का खनकते प्यालों &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;धुमिल चेहरों के धुँए के बीच,&lt;br /&gt;अनास्क्ति की चादर ओढाता&lt;br /&gt;विश्वास का एक आवरण ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;राही जब थकने लगता &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;है,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;सराय जब पास बुलाता है,&lt;br /&gt;शक्तिपुंज सा न रुकने देता&lt;br /&gt;विश्वास का एक आवरण&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;।&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/9275447-111542389881141199?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111542389881141199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111542389881141199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111542389881141199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111542389881141199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_07.html' title='विश्वास का एक आवरण'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111531088915149055</id><published>2005-05-05T21:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:37:06.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bihar – the write thing ! (7) – Health Services</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;At our district civil hospital a dead body wrapped in grass and polyethylene was carried. At the Bihar government hospitals most doctors used to be absent during the duty hours but busy in the private clinic practices. In the present President’s rule they are forced to be there on duty. So the dead body was laid on the bench and by the resident surgeon the necessary check ups were going on before the postpartum with the ready sharp knives. What he found that the dead body's pulse was still vibrating. The so called dead body waked up after necessary saline and medication. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imagine how many live bodies might have been killed in absence of qualified medical professional and postpartum used to be mere a paper work and dissection only. Long live president's rule in Bihar! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Believe it or not but it's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Previous posts in this series .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_27.html"&gt;Bihar - the write thing! - (6) - Hanging democracy. (A Hindi post)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/%20%E2%80%9Chttp://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2004/12/bihar-write-thing-5-tea-production.html%E2%80%9D"&gt;Bihar - the write thing! - (5) - Tea Production&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/%20%E2%80%9Chttp://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2004/12/bihar-write-thing-4-common-man-and.html%E2%80%9D"&gt;Bihar - the write thing! - (4) - Common man and Media. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/%20%E2%80%9Chttp://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2004/12/bihar-write-thing-3-democracy.html%E2%80%9D"&gt;Bihar - the write thing! - (3) - Democracy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/%20%E2%80%9Chttp://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2004/12/bihar-write-thing-2-common-life.html%E2%80%9D"&gt;Bihar - the write thing! - (2) - Common Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/%20%E2%80%9Chttp://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2004/12/bihar-write-thing-1-origin-as-state.html%E2%80%9D"&gt;Bihar - the write thing! - (1) - Origin as a State&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111531088915149055?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111531088915149055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111531088915149055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111531088915149055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111531088915149055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/bihar-write-thing-7-health-services.html' title='Bihar – the write thing ! (7) – Health Services'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111528825793666172</id><published>2005-05-05T07:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:43:46.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why I use “ji”after names ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Many of you might have noticed that I use ‘ji’ at the end of names frequently. Last days I was questioned from my respected Sinha sir that why I should use them for younger bloggers. His question was obviously correct. Using the suffix ‘ji’ is a way for some elder’s name to show the respect for the person. This tradition exists in Hindi speaking regions of India. In the Maithil culture of Bihar and UP too the younger person’s name is added with ‘ji’. Many of the other cultured families shall use this suffix also after the name of a younger too. In the Bengali culture, daughters are called as Ma (mother) and sons as babu or baba (father). In addition there are other words too for respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;To give him the reason for this need, I showed him many of my inbox mails which were missing either salutation or their own name at last and in some cases both were missing. Best thing I showed him was that the letters coming from the foreign countries had mostly the proper format. Where as most of the Indian senders did not feel the need of these formalities. That was the objective nature of the people. The information revolution has taken place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My contemporary net users must be using e-mails; many of them might have forgotten how a postcard of 50 paisa appears. Even if the emails are too fast to be compared with the conventional snail mail, the basic structure need not be lost. The emails itself have made our life easy to write and send, and in return we have turned as careless. Earlier during the school days, I have been taught that there are separate marks for each component of a letter given in the exam paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Need not to repeat, I never miss these student life lessons in the cyber age too. Sir affirmed, when I saw him the letters of his other students too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Now coming back to blogs, next thing I told him that the virtual world is too dry to spend on it. People are highly self-centric. The concern for the person sitting at the other end is missing. Sometimes the comments given by the people will be simply useless. Even if they have some use they are again dry pixels only. Every creature likes to get respected. Every person likes his name get called. I mix up name and respect symbol 'ji' to remove the dryness of the net. Sometimes I use the parallel suffix like babu, bhai, da too. I am searching the person who will scold me back for my new found habit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;For the last 8 years, in contact with the internet, I saw it as the virtual mirror image of real world rather than virtual world. It has been the integral part of the life at least for me. The net is my learning and communicating place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Many of us spend our considerable hours on it. Why to miss the real world faith and respect here. My presence as my post or comment, as not being anonymous here is again like my mirror presence. I agree that the sense of elder or younger is lost in the English bloggers community. But instead of equaling everyone or making them younger, I shall prefer to respect a blogger; even if he is of half of my age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Last but not least this habit of mine is a big bouquet I got from my Hindi bloggers and I use the flowers of the bouquet to return back to all Indians who are on net. When I don’t use it some where knowingly, I spread more respect in the content. After all to whom I communicate, I keep enough share of time for them to type few more alphabets. In other words, I try to sprinkle dew drops in this vast dessert of affection. I am a proud owner of few alphabets to give if not a great thing to my readers and whose blogs I enjoy to read.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Respected Sinha sir was silently staring towards me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;  &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/9275447-111528825793666172?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111528825793666172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111528825793666172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111528825793666172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111528825793666172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-i-use-jiafter-names_05.html' title='Why I use “ji”after names ?'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111517613130342045</id><published>2005-05-04T08:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:44:53.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Socio-economic Drivers – Bugged Improvements</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                                                     I&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Laptop’s cousins if imported will have to pay 7 percent customs duty. Another laptop’s carrier,the finance minister P.Chidambaram, and his improved budget version is again a setback for the willingness of buying computers for the mammoth middle class. Though the prices of computers have been the integral multiples of the common man’s salary , they were taking courage to buy one for their children and for their personal business needs. Most of this stratum used to forecast for the falling prices of computers. If the processing power of the past PCs and present are compared relative to the prices, the prices have reduced fast. But again it went beyond the easy purchasing power of willing customers. Instead of the present policy, the taxes should have been determined for different categories of customers. They might have given the tax relaxation for the personal purchases and the tax burden on corporate purchases to utilize the information revolution.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s come to the tax exemption limit, which have lured the female and senior citizens after giving them lollipops of tax exemption for government’s image making. Personally when I calculated the tax payable by my mother the gain was just an illusion. The vanished concept of standard deduction and raised tax exemption from Rs. 1.25 &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lakh to 1.35 lakh is going to benefit very little. Unlike the personal case, there are lakhs of female earners who are the main earner of the family. Dipping the tax exemption lollipop in Rs.10,000 cream shall remain a joke only. For the senior citizens the raise of tax exemption ceiling from Rs. 1.5 lakh to 1.85 lakh is also an effort to come into limelight. The dramatic budgetary episode of 0.1 % tax on each cash withdrawal of amount Rs. 10,000 from bank is rolled back. Such kind of proposals and rollback is something like holding someone’s neck and let him free to feel a relaxed. The similar proposals of Rs. 25,000 and above from current account is worth discussing again. The common man is already ignorant of the discussions on budgetary proposals and remained entangled into the lighter discussion traps. And the result is that, the communist but economist finance minister succeeded what he planned to do with the populist budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come back to the society. The All India Muslim Personal Law Board has made a parallel law system alongside the civil law. The triple verbal Talaq which seemed more like a triple jump for man to mostly landing into another marriage became a hurdled jump. In mediation of qazi only the talaq can take place. The personal law states that qazi shall first try ways of reconciliation. In case of divorce the bridal price (meher) is to be paid to the wife. Then the jewellary and similar gifts are split and maintenance is to be settled upon. Now the law gave the women a bit freedom out of veil but the law ultimately benefits the man. The female became a passive element, whose price, settlements are thought upon. This new laws shall take time to be implemented but shall benefit the women to appeal for justice. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But being a personal law the particular society needs to look into more human attitudes even if they resist the civil law to follow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Do not these bugs which have tendency to trap the common man and make them fool need to be sorted out and to update the social-economic drivers?&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/9275447-111517613130342045?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111517613130342045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111517613130342045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111517613130342045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111517613130342045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/socio-economic-drivers-bugged.html' title='Socio-economic Drivers – Bugged Improvements'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111513218807196982</id><published>2005-05-03T20:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:26:28.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful ring tones for students</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tring…Tring…&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tring…Tring…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today morning, I never expected that this was a phone call from our respected Rakesh K. Sinha sir. His earlier phone calls has been coming from his school. But this was a local call, he was at our bus stand. If any of you have been to Darjeeling or North-East India you must have crossed the gateway of North-East India, my town Kishanganj. It’s guaranteed that your train or bus shall stop here. Let me know early if some of you pass through this way. He was returning from Darjeeling (Siliguri). Same thing sir knew and got here down. Just to meet his Prem. It was his second visit. Earlier he came here as an invigilator some 12 years ago !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the teachers whose small things become inspirational lines. His guidance makes the person like me jack of all trades and Master in Computer Applications. His have a fine network of students. Accompanying him was my gurumata aunt, who bears a million dollar smile. Holi events are cogent evidence of her fine cooking ability. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Even after so many years, he has not changed even a bit. He have the same youth, same energy accompanied with same simplicity. These are teachers who inspire me to wear Bata Jubilee instead of Woodland shoes. They are teachers who made me book grasshoppers (worms, I don’t like). They perfected me as the public speaker. How can I forget the days when he used to lead of our Team-Navodaya to Durga Bari competitive events? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Only winning is not a matter for him. What concerns him most is whether his participants showed his full potential or not. Still today his complaint is that I am not a proper place where I should be. Not only this, he has valuable suggestions for me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;He is one of the few persons who can tell boldly about the improvements can be done in me. This is the best thing which I liked in him or anybody else in this world. They are the teacher ground to earth but staying above it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111513218807196982?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111513218807196982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111513218807196982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111513218807196982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111513218807196982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/beautiful-ring-tones-for-students.html' title='Beautiful ring tones for students'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111510754524267749</id><published>2005-05-03T12:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:34:55.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Please let me know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"With your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;default browser settings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;, are the Hindi writings of this blog legible to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;For example, the previous post is a Hindi post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Thanks in Advance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111510754524267749?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111510754524267749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111510754524267749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111510754524267749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111510754524267749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/please-let-me-know.html' title='Please let me know'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111502353434729136</id><published>2005-05-02T14:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:34:18.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>गुरु दक्षिणा</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;एकलव्य सा सीखा है मैनें,&lt;br /&gt;कलम एक दिन यहाँ पकङना,&lt;br /&gt;शब्द बाणों में फिर धार करना,&lt;br /&gt;पहले तरकश मेरी खाली थी ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;अपनी लेखनी की सुर्ख स्याही से,&lt;br /&gt;तुम भरते जाना इन पन्नों को -&lt;br /&gt;यही ज्ञानदा ने तुझसे कहलाया ,&lt;br /&gt;जब कलम पहचान चाहती थी ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;सैकङों आँखों के इन पन्नों पर,&lt;br /&gt;तथ्य, भावों के ज्ञान-सागर से,&lt;br /&gt;चुने मैनें वे बिखराये मोती ही,&lt;br /&gt;तुमने जो बारंबार छितराये थे ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;मैं भी जलाऊँ कुछ दीप यूँ ही,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;और दक्षिणा में क्या दूँ मैं भी ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;या माँग ले मेरा अँगुठा फिर तू ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;द्रोणाचार्य ने कभी जो माँगा था ।&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111502353434729136?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111502353434729136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111502353434729136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111502353434729136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111502353434729136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='गुरु दक्षिणा'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111502228695797634</id><published>2005-05-02T13:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:07:11.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Team Leader – 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Continued from the previous post….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As the team work progresses, the team leader is responsive to the spectator group who are eager to know the results. During this time the leader must show the positive progress of the team to the audience. In case the progress is negative, the audience needs to be made receptive to the bad news. The factors affecting the progress of the team must be conveyed to them in a proper way. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The responsibility is great on him when he is questioned about the delay or failure of the project. At those difficult times he is the first person to take the whole responsibility on himself on behalf of his team. In the projects it’s understood that there may be few hurdles as inefficient workers or insufficient resources or improper planning or so on. But to the spectator group should not be told about the delicate details unless it’s the last resort. Even if it’s necessary to divulge the details, the description should be in the brief form which is meaningful to them only. In these cases the team leader with the garland of abasement still needs to share his pain with his team members. Since the way the team leader took the whole pains on himself, a good team is equally or more painful. Many a times the humiliation bore by the team leader gets converted into fury and this traverse as the cascading effect towards the lower rung of the team, one affecting to the others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is one of the critical times for him, keeping all the pains in him. He should talk about the necessary parts of improvements within the team and this way the team feels the dimensions of perfection with the leader. Among the team members there are again individual motivators too. These hardworking motivators are driving force for the other members. At the tough times these motivators needs to be planed individually and their energy need to be boosted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now after the failures the team members may feel gloomy for the tiresome work and deadline. In those times the monotony is not bad but the leader needs to be closer with them in those late hours. Even the members are working fine; he is expected to work with the weak members of the team for a while. These individual interactions work wonders. Few praise words and sharing of the works makes the working environment productive. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The project days goes on this way and finally the day comes when the project &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;reaches the peak and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;is near completion. The day-night cycle is unified to wait for some beautiful morning. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hopefully the project ends up successfully. The sweat changes into tears and aching muscles wants to relax and they want to rejoice now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The leader declares the completion of the project to his audience. The leader owes the victory to his team members. The special individual efforts of the members which can be accepted by everyone are brought in front of them too. Now the flowers of the bouquet given to him are distributed by him among his team members and he dreams for the next project in his eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Concluded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/9275447-111502228695797634?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111502228695797634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111502228695797634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111502228695797634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111502228695797634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/team-leader-4.html' title='The Team Leader – 4'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111495037989805093</id><published>2005-05-01T17:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:18:43.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hindi Blogging Latest News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;1. My  &lt;a href="http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/04/9_14.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on Anugunj-9  has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.akshargram.com/2005/05/01/417/"&gt;reviewed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;2. My poem for &lt;a href="http://akshargram.com/nirantar/0405/samasya-purti"&gt;Samasya-Purti-April&lt;/a&gt; has been &lt;a href="http://akshargram.com/nirantar/0505/samasya-purti"&gt;reviewed&lt;/a&gt; and participated again in Samasya-Purti-May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;3. Hindi blog magazine of May issue  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://akshargram.com/nirantar/"&gt;Nirantar &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;is published.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;4. They have stretched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://akshargram.com/nirantar/0505/kaccha-chittha"&gt;my persona &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;like a rubber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111495037989805093?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111495037989805093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111495037989805093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111495037989805093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111495037989805093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/05/hindi-blogging-latest-news.html' title='Hindi Blogging Latest News'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111484967982301097</id><published>2005-04-30T13:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:34:01.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>रुपहली – कहानियाँ</title><content type='html'>This is a Hindi &lt;a href="http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_30.html"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt; posted in&lt;a href="http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/"&gt; my Hindi blog&lt;/a&gt; separately. You may skip it if you are just reading "The Team Leader" posts.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111484967982301097?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111484967982301097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111484967982301097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111484967982301097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111484967982301097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_30.html' title='रुपहली – कहानियाँ'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111484896995254375</id><published>2005-04-30T13:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:46:09.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Team Leader - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Continued from the previous post….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The team leader should be the closest person of each of the team member. In his company, everyone should feel at ease. As the members will be able to convey their problems regarding their project part to the leader, more the coordination can be done among them. Now a problem may come, the particular team member may consult the team leader more frequently, for the problems the particular member can do himself. At that time it’s first need for the team leader to make the person confident enough to tackle the problem himself. Hence this time it should be checked whether the member understood the problem correctly or not. If the actual problem lies in understanding then it’s better to ask the member himself and give a probable solution and encourage him to find out some similar or better solution. There is a good possibility that the member shall be able to suggest the best solution (The leader might have guessed it earlier in the mind but did not tell him at once). Now since the thought process is created by the member himself there is little chance that he shall stuck in the mid way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the members, who are self immersed in their work, the team leader, apart from watching the progress in their work, must ask for the necessary resources needed to them which shall augment their work. These members being immersed in their work, shall use only the resources available to them and eager to finish their work. These people’s requirements need to be fulfilled at the earliest possible even if they feel shy or fear to ask for it. The moral of such workaholics boosts after getting the better resources.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are yet another type of members who are pretty good at the work but moody about their work. It’s a peculiar thing that these moody persons are the owner of some of the very special abilities. Hence it’s necessary to churn up the best juice out of their best mood. Since these persons if given full liberty may affect the other members too, their work load should be increased on their own wish. And their wish can be catalyzed after showing them the real need of their abilities and the success of the project depending on them. The forceful or cleverly increasing the load is not good in the long term.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The periodical spending of the time with the team members is useful and good for the project. Many a times the team leader should also know about the probable personal needs about the members. The leader should also show his concern about the needs personally to the members without let other members know about the details. The personal needs of the members and deadlines of the project, there is already a see-saw in the member’s mind. Just telling about the deadlines when the mind is busy about thinking the personal needs will decrease the productivity. Balancing the see-saw is first need hence the personal concerns should be shared if needed. Later on before when the member is about to leave in the mid way, the concerned friends of the member should be convinced to share the duties. While leaving the project the concerns of the member should be shared by the leader and he should wish him the successful finish of the personal vacation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To be continued…..&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/9275447-111484896995254375?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111484896995254375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111484896995254375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111484896995254375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111484896995254375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/team-leader-3.html' title='The Team Leader - 3'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111474125501530456</id><published>2005-04-29T07:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-29T07:50:55.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Team Leader - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Continued from the previous post….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fine members, who are the pivots of the team, understand the challenges coming ahead in a better way on behalf of the team leader. Convincing them is not very difficult. Rather when they are told that after believing on the strength laying within them the project is undertaken, their moral goes high. If they provide their support like they had given in the earlier projects, the goal can be achieved. When these members are asked about the actual challenges, which may come during the execution and given the adequate space to talk, they shall come up with pretty good ways to deal with them too. Now dictating is easy but the distribution of duties among them requires tactical handling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;First some of them themselves will choose up some self-interested duties. Suppose Mr. X choose out some task T1. Here the leader has one thing in mind that the T5 is yet another new important task which can be performed by a competent person like Mr. X. Hence the importance of the task T5 can be described and made him feel that he is the best person to do that. Since the new project taken requires more output from the existing team members than earlier, the competent members also need to be kept at ease. It’s important for them too that the work-life balance should be sound and productive. Next there comes an important task of utilizing the less enthusiastic members. Here less means that the person has equal capability as others but what he lacks is the will power. Every person has some hidden unutilized qualities. In teams, the positive comparison of the person with other competent person privately, may make him feel the hidden capacities within him. “Mr. Y, we think, you too can do this important part of the project. Shall we expect from you that you shall take this important responsibility? For the problems which shall come on the way, we are ready to help you”. Most probable if the person have the good understanding with the team leader, he shall be ready to take the new task. Now if the relations had turned sour in the past the best thing is to settle the misunderstandings down earlier than taking the project up. Another way is to bring him in the main stream after starting the afresh friendly talks and ask him before giving some new responsibility such a way that the past vanishes. This shall give satisfaction to him and his self respect. Now it’s possible that he may consider the friendliness as a clever action of the leader. Let him feel that but it should be remembered that providing him adequate ventilation and love shall bring him down to earth. Every human needs that. Some persons who are just routine workers and avoid taking the new responsibility give them some not so important jobs. Now search for the some down stair energetic members, it’s the best time to bring them up. And give them some challenging duties.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To be continued…..&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/9275447-111474125501530456?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111474125501530456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111474125501530456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111474125501530456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111474125501530456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/team-leader-2.html' title='The Team Leader - 2'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111469102951386459</id><published>2005-04-28T17:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-29T08:08:15.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Team Leader –1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;In any organization the first person who undertakes the decisions on behalf of his men is the team leader. He may be a leader of 15 people or a CEO. He may have a boss on the hierarchy or at least the most common man as the common citizens or shareholders to whom he is responsible. The organization has a purpose and zeal to complete some goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any important decision or tasks undertaken, the person who needs to put the foot forward first is the team leader. I am discussing mainly about the situation when the responsibility taken at hand is beyond the total shown capacity of the team members in the past. Now the leader comes back and lets the team know about his decision. The first reaction shall be almost a surprise for the enthusiastic members and an underestimation of the outcome by not so enthusiasts. And for the leader the main goal is just to complete the taken task. The tasks distribution becomes most challenging then. The responsibilities given to individual team members earlier need to be exchanged, overloaded or need to be lessened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111469102951386459?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111469102951386459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111469102951386459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111469102951386459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111469102951386459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/team-leader-1.html' title='The Team Leader –1'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111454594848122736</id><published>2005-04-27T01:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-27T02:34:46.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>आँसु की तीन बूँदे ।</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;पुछो उससे, जिसका अपना, आज नहीं आया,&lt;br /&gt;देखो उसे, रात भर जिसने आँखे बिछाई हैं ,&lt;br /&gt;बैठो वहाँ, जहाँ पुतलियाँ न हिलती हो ,&lt;br /&gt;सिर्फ गालों पर आँसु नहीं, ठंडी ओस की बूँदें है।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;गर्म चेहरे पर, अकेलेपन के साथी वे,&lt;br /&gt;बूँदें खुद ही आती हैं, अपनापन लिए,&lt;br /&gt;भरी आँखों के झरने से अनवरत बहती,&lt;br /&gt;वे टपकती आँसु नहीं, एक शीतल नहान है । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;देखा है, पाषाण ह्रदय भी जब दुःखी होता है,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;पाषाण को, जब अपना गर्व भी साथ न देता है,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;बंद कमरे में , आँखो से वक्ष पर उतरते,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;वही आँसु पाषाण को फिर मोम बनाते हैं ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://akshargram.com/sarvagya/index.php/Can_not_See_Hindi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akshargram.com/images/buttons/can-not-see-hindi-blue.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://akshargram.com/sarvagya/index.php/How_to_Type_in_Hindi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akshargram.com/images/buttons/hindi-kaise-likhe.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111454594848122736?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111454594848122736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111454594848122736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111454594848122736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111454594848122736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_27.html' title='आँसु की तीन बूँदे ।'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111454543395313565</id><published>2005-04-27T01:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-27T08:01:59.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>मैं दुःखी करता हूँ न आपलोगों को ।</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;माँ कहती हैं - बेटा दुनिया ऐसे ही दुःखी है , तुम्हारी दुख की कविताएँ या लेख उनके दुःखों को कम नहीं कर सकती है। भाग-दौङ के इस युग में जब लोग अपना बहुमूल्य समय में कुछ पढने को आएँ तो फिर दुःख भरे लेख उनको पढवाना उचित नहीं जान पढता है। &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;मैं थोङा-बहूत दुःखी करता होउँगा आपलोगों को, यह भी मैं जानता हूँ । युँ मैं भरसक कोशिश करता हूँ कि मेरे लेखों से पाठकों को दुःख न पहूँचे। फिर भी मेरे दर्द का व्रण नासुर ना बन जाए, सो दर्द को आप सबों के साथ बाँट लेता हूँ तो आराम महसुस होता है । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;अर्जित ज्ञान, अनुभवों एवं उससे उत्पन्न विचारों में पारदर्शिता ही मुझे पसंद है । मेरे बारे में कहने को आप भी खुले मंच पर स्वतंत्र है । न कहना चाहें तो भी ठीक । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;मतलब आपलोग जिसमें खुश वही सही , वरना मैं इंटरनेट पर लिखता क्यों, कागज की डायरी पर ही लिखा छोङ देता ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;नोट &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; लिखते-लिखते यह इतना बङा हो गया कि कविता का भुमिका न होकर एक अलग लघु लेख बन गया।&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt; &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/9275447-111454543395313565?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111454543395313565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111454543395313565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111454543395313565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111454543395313565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='मैं दुःखी करता हूँ न आपलोगों को ।'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111451374401934044</id><published>2005-04-26T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-26T17:07:24.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back from Kolkata</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I returned back from Kolkata. Although my actual trip is related to my profession and my career and let the trip be sandwiched between two similar posts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since my returning ticket was booked in hurry, I got the waiting list 117 and at the last time it got improved to RAC-31. Thanks God, when I was ready to travel in the general class, at least got a seat to sit after sharing with some other co-traveler.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a proverb which reads as “Someone fall from the sky and got stuck in the palm tree”. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;On seeing the final chart on the platform, I saw another passenger on the same seat was some Dwivedi, a female of 23 years going to New Jalpaiguri. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When one gets a RAC seat after sharing with someone he can stretch the legs if not sleep. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Especially if the both the persons are of same gender. I became aware that now I have to seat whole night without stretching the legs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The lady came after when I took the seat. After formal chat I knew that she is some engineering student from Karnataka returning back to her home in Darjeeling. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until the lights were on by 12 o’ clock in night, I was reading my new purchased book and making the notes. Earlier I thought that I shall tell the girl to stretch and sleep since she may be more tired and already was journey since last day and I shall be reading the books at the side of the seat. But afterwards when the co-passengers put the lights off to sleep, reading became impossible for me. But low light, tired body and breeze of summer nights was putting me dizzy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Neither I could stretch completely nor I can sit straight . &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Till 2 o’ clock my back was aching badly. The girl was sleeping in a sitting posture with her folded legs and her head submerged in it that seemed to show the inherent tendency of woman to seek safety also the girl typical Indian lady. She seemed like my maternal sister, Bunu, who travels alone to Delhi for her engineering studies. If I would have stretched my legs a bit, it may feel her more insecure. So the conscious person like me shall like to take a safe side.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Firm believer in God, I soul was seeking for a solution. The near upper birth was still vacant but the near by Tamil Pilgrims were telling that one of their person was there. But till 2 a.m. no one came there. My back ache was unbearable by that time. Thus I told the girl to stretch and sleep there only and informed that I was going to the stretch on the vacant birth till it’s vacant. Goodness returns back the same if the brain can feel it. She told me that if the actual person comes there, she to be waked up. What she meant was that she would leave my portion of seat to me if I had to leave the new found birth. On the new seat I was expecting that the actual owner shall wake me up thus I kept eyes open and stretched my legs. Once I stretched, my long breaths took me to sleep. I got up in the morning only when the pilgrims’ party of senior citizens accumulated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The girl was still sleeping. The adequate leg side space and a fine morning was enough to read my book. I had to go my seat. I sat on my seat and was reading. Later when the girl got up for a while and saw me reading and she slept again provided me more space after pulling her legs. I could have told her that you must get up since it’s morning and I have sit properly. My conscience did not allowed that. It’s not to impress her or anything like that. What could have happened if Bunu traveled like that and some elder was her co-traveler? Taking the cases on myself and my own persons gives me many solutions.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later when she got up and while ordering tea she ordered two cups of tea, and I was ignorant of this. Before that time I had already taken two cups of tea. Seeing the same vendor with two cups, and the vendor being the same person who was from my town and already served me just half an hour earlier, I took the cup. In the mean time while she was sleeping I chatted with the Tamil pilgrims for a while and heard about their tour plan. The Tamil ammas and uncles were telling about their all India tour and later shared their bread and Jam too. They were complaining about not getting idli- vadas in the journey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now after I took tea, she started chatting about the journeys and her friends in the same journey. When she asked that when shall I get down, interestingly by the time the train was passing near by my office? I showed her my office and told that I would get down in one minute. Actually my station already came by the time. I became ready with my bag and bowed down everyone and get down at my platform.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Down the train, from the platform when I waved my co-travelers, I saw many hands waving towards me and few inquisitive faces. Again who they were, I don’t know. Who am I, they too don’t know. But it was again the short journey in the long journey of life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;May all the Bunus and Dwivedis reach their homes safely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111451374401934044?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111451374401934044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111451374401934044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111451374401934044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111451374401934044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-from-kolkata.html' title='Back from Kolkata'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111424266095976987</id><published>2005-04-23T13:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:24:16.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Kolkata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Unlike my previous arrivals at Sealdah, today morning I arrived at Howrah Station. These two stations are Kolkata’s main stations. No station is name after Kolkata, I don’t know why is it so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the morning recalled the episode of those girls when we reached here from Yaswantpur-Howrah around one and half years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near to my Psychopharmacology Department of NIMHANS, Bangalore where I was for my MCA project work, in nearby department there used to be two girls from West Bengal. Only after several months, I got introduced to them. At the distant place, the language, domicile, interests become the unifying factor. Only a few times we met at the cafeteria.They seemed to be well reached reserved personalities unlike girls of other states. Since my involvement in project was even in Sundays, the lab addict like me never bothered for chats with them other than just occasional Hi-Hello. To me my work preceded any thing else. I finished my project there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just it was the coincident that the day and the train they were leaving Bangalore was same as mine. That too I knew, when their girl friend from their department informed me the day before my leaving the department in a formal chat.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Yashwantpur(Bangalore) station, it was midday. I saw them from the distance on the station but restrained from meeting them for sake of my self-respect. The train moved on. The journey from Yaswantpur to Howrah is quiet long. They were in A.C. and me in poor sleeper. Around 7 pm, my not so poor soul shed away the self-respect and thought, let meet them if they were in some need. So I reached them. On seeing me, they were surprised. My belief was correct as one of them was having severe fever and she caught cold too. She was having blankets even in the cold A.C. She did not have medicines too. Me too don’t have the habit of carrying common medicines on journey. Only then I felt the need of carrying them in journey. After talking a while I came back. She suffered the night and only in the day when Vishakhapatnam junction came and where the train halts for around 20 minutes, I got down and bought medicines from the pharmacist on the station as per their request. Around evening she was fine and we were at the Howrah station morning. They were to go Durgapur after one hour and me in the same day evening. After their train arrived I too went to see them off, not because they were girls. If they were guys too I could have farewell them because they are leaving early. I said a formal bye and bye forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither they needed my email nor I asked from them ever. I was happy to cover my journey with human attitude. I did not hoped for any gratitude sign from them. Even till now I don’t have any complains against them. I think that if they happened to be guys the situation would have been different, I am sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I should have remained the same self-conscious person. Recently, again when I told a fellow bloggeress to display her email-id. I felt ashamed on my manhood and myself afterwards. That’s the life and life’s journey. I believe in the humanity’s short journey, which needs be good one and I work for it that’s all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks the virtual world that read me till here. The town of Kolkata inspires my heart, which has a place for everyone from rag pickers to the most successful persons of the world. I shall remain Prem and set the world free to travel as it likes. The confession is let people not forget me after my journey ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111424266095976987?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111424266095976987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111424266095976987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111424266095976987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111424266095976987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-morning-kolkata.html' title='Good Morning Kolkata'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111410922527430980</id><published>2005-04-22T00:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:57:11.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lively Musical Instruments for Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it true that the only thing the God forgot to take from the earth is the live music?&lt;br /&gt;In our Durga Puja occasions, the musical instrument, &lt;i&gt;dhak&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.sanskriti.org/images/web/dhak.gif" border="0" height="50" width="50" /&gt;is played at the puja premises. Two or more &lt;i&gt;dhakis &lt;/i&gt;(the drummers) synchronize their drum beats to make the surrounding air vibrate. A small brass disc (Can someone tells the exact name?) is also played along with them by another person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The common beats of the drum are something like this (The capitals are strong beats and small are comparatively lighter beats)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;DHA…. DHAH…. DHADHAM ……&lt;span style=""&gt;♫ &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dha.... dha…. dhadham ….. &lt;span style=""&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think the common beats of the dhak are the symbol of battle between goddess Durga and devil Mahisasur. In other words, this is symbol of the battle between the truth and the evil. There are some variants of the beats for other rituals in puja like &lt;i&gt;Aarti&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Dhupchi Naach&lt;/i&gt;. So other beats are in praise of goddess and some seems symbolizing the triumph of victory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since my childhood whenever I hear these synchronized vibrations, my soul seems to vibrate too. The vibrating air makes my soul dance. Hence my body seems to be synchronized with these beats too. The legs and hence body wants to dance with these beats. Since Durga Puja events continues for several days so on the last day, before departure of the goddess, I find my legs out of my control and after taking &lt;i&gt;Dhupchis&lt;/i&gt;, I dance in front of &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the Goddess to my satisfaction. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Be it Puja or Marriage ceremonies, the lively music always seems to vibrate me. In marriage ceremonies, either I am on the bride’s side or the groom’s side, on arrival of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;baratis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;, the synchronized band party again pulls me to its center. At these times, such a ecstasy is unique and this feeling is incomparable with louder music systems at my home. Although, I never been a good dancer, I don’t like to hide my gaiety at the occasions of merriment. If I am not given some much important task for arrangements at the time, the beats of drums tie some invisible strings with my legs and the body over the legs vibrates. The human body seems to be like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;kathputlis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;( String attached dancing dolls). The invisible strings seem to be attached with some eternal power present on the vibrations of live musical instruments.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111410922527430980?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111410922527430980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111410922527430980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111410922527430980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111410922527430980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/lively-musical-instruments-for-soul.html' title='Lively Musical Instruments for Soul'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111400222840295141</id><published>2005-04-20T18:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-21T18:29:09.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The possible reasons of sleeping bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;I have made some toffee to revitalize the sleeping bloggers. Pick one or more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You think and churn the topics to be written, of which you are not sure that what the readers will think of that.&lt;br /&gt;2. You have not written a post since long back hence want to publish something special which shall be the best seller post.&lt;br /&gt;3. You have already drafted the post in the notebook and doing a lot of rough work till today.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Internet hours are much precious or you are the busiest person in the blogger’s world.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your fingers become tired of writing codes and debugging them.&lt;br /&gt;6. You have formed a slow bloggers’ union in yahoo groups.&lt;br /&gt;7. You always look for the auspicious day in calendar to write a post.&lt;br /&gt;8. You think that your readers should see the same post for a month or more.&lt;br /&gt;9. You wait until the total length of comments is longer than the length of the original post.&lt;br /&gt;10. You are disappointed because none commented on your blog hence thought none read that.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your teacher had taught you that one have two eyes (to see more) two ears (to hear more) and one mouth (to speak less) hence you tell less. But he/she might not have teach you that you have 10 fingers to write much more.&lt;br /&gt;12. You forgot your blogging account password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you can add more ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111400222840295141?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111400222840295141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111400222840295141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111400222840295141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111400222840295141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/possible-reasons-of-sleeping-bloggers.html' title='The possible reasons of sleeping bloggers'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111393738022321975</id><published>2005-04-20T00:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:15:53.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom - for centered wallpaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src ="http://free.angeltowns.com/prem1/blog/images/Wisdom_Dale_Carnegie_1.gif" height="100%" width="100%"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111393738022321975?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111393738022321975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111393738022321975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111393738022321975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111393738022321975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/wisdom-for-centered-wallpaper.html' title='Wisdom - for centered wallpaper'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111383081599255487</id><published>2005-04-18T11:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:08:24.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Something New in the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Shubho Navavarsha to &lt;a href="http://www.crazypiyu.blogspot.com"&gt;Piyali&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ayanbhattacharya.blogspot.com"&gt;Ayan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.jroller.com/page/debashish"&gt;Debashish&lt;/a&gt; and everybody. The &lt;a href="http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/indian-calendars-national-and.html"&gt;Bengali New Year &lt;/a&gt;1412 has started with first day of Boishak month on 15 April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2nd Boishak, I went to Siliguri. It’s was again the same journey with cool breeze while the bus passed through lush green tea gardens. This route had been my educational route for six years. Now after the artificial airy life of office, on that day, the breeze was soothing for my soul.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After necessary works, I bought three books, first an English thesaurus "The Oxford Thesaurus", the second one “The Complete Reference Java - J2SE5" and the third one "The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari". The smart young shopkeeper gave 15% discount on my purchase. I couldn't wait to buy those from College Street Bookshops, Kolkata where I shall be on the coming Sunday. Don't know whether College Street Dadas might have given more discounts.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The Oxford Thesaurus is originally priced for £ 22.99 but the special Indian price, tagged on the cover is Rs. 995.00. Well printed on acid free paper, this hardbound edition from Great Britain is another feather in my personal mini library. Among the entire thesaurus at the shops there, I found this one as the best buy. Prior to the last month, I was unaware of the importance to thesaurus until I used the only Hindi thesaurus published from National Book Trust. To an extent, I know the key of expression in Hindi, the selection of right kind of words and the bend of the reader’s mind. Naturally, I started penning my Hindi writings and people appreciated that. Like any other ordinary man, I felt more responsibility towards my writings. Now coming to my English, like many of you, I did not studied in a completely English medium school, since the medium of communication in my Navodaya used to be in Hindi. So apart from the English dictionary and grammar I never felt the need of other reference book in English. Now while writing more responsible on my part, the actual problem comes, when I have the ideas as well as the logic but I feel handicap in lack of suitable words in English to express efficiently. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Recently, I discussed this thing with Ma and she after reviewing my Hindi writings, suggested me to work for English too with a thesaurus. Now with the thesaurus, I too can find the suitable word for my expression. In the good people’s circle, if inputs are taken positively, ultimately one improves. The humans have five sensory receptacles to receive thousands of impulses for indexing the input and a brain to ponder over the inputs. Somewhat similarly every thesaurus too have two parts, first the index part containing the alphabetic words and nearby synonyms and reference number attached with each synonym. Using this reference number one can look into the second part, the main content, containing the referenced words and nearby meanings and their usage. It helps the writer when he/she is in need of suitable word. I think anyone, who wants to take writing seriously must posses a handy thesaurus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;While returning from Siliguri on the same day, I was thinking that I might have bought it quiet earlier itself. Anyway it’s better late than never. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&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/9275447-111383081599255487?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111383081599255487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111383081599255487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111383081599255487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111383081599255487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-new-in-new-year.html' title='Something New in the New Year'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111354316337732700</id><published>2005-04-15T10:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:20:31.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>अनुगूंज 9 – ” आशा ही जीवन है | ”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;अनुनादजी &lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/2005/04/14/408/"&gt;अनुगूँज का आयोजन&lt;/a&gt; बङी आशा से कर रहे हैं कि बहुत सारे चिट्ठाकार इस विषय पर लिखेंगे। आप भी आशा लेकर मेरे चिट्ठे तक पहूँचे कि प्रेम भाई ने जरुर कुछ लिखा होगा । और इधर, आप मुझे भी पङना चाहेंगे, ऐसी ही थोङी-बहुत आशा से मैं भी लिख रहा हूँ । पहली बार चिट्ठाकार मंडली में प्रवेश के समय भी मैंने बङी आशा से आपसबों में एक स्थान माँगा । यह तो मेरा अहोभाग्य है कि मुझे सिर्फ आशानुरूप स्थान ही नहीं बल्कि आशातीत स्नेह भी मिला ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;आशा और प्रत्याशा का कोई भी रूप हो , सबका उद्देश्य किसी न किसी प्रकार की मानसिक शांति की प्राप्ति ही होता है । आशा किसकी, &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;तो उत्तर होगा - किसी परिणाम की जो किसी मानसिक मरीचिका की भांति होता है । आज्ञा हो तो को चिट्ठाकारों में आध्यात्मिक चर्चा का एक अगरबत्ती जलाना चाहूँगा ।&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;कर्मण्येवाधिकारेस्ते मा फलेषु कदाचन ।&lt;br /&gt;- गीता, अध्याय -2, श्लोक &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt; 47 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;भावार्थ- प्राप्त कर्त्तव्यकर्मका पालन करने में ही तेरा अधिकार है । फल में तेरा अधिकार किञ्चित मात्र भी नहीं है। &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;तब क्या करें , फल की आशा करना छोङ दे । हर किसान बीज की बुआईकर आशा करना छोङ दे कि बोये बीज से नये पौधे होंगे । विद्यार्थी परिक्षा देकर पास करने की आशा छोङ दे । हमारे वर्तमान परिपेक्ष्य में कुछ जगह ही फल पर हमारे अधिकार नहीं &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;होते हैं जैसे वोट देकर सही सरकार पाने की आशा या तो फिर पढ-लिखकर नौकरी पा जाने की आशा । फिर भी आशान्वित होकर कर्म किए जाते हैं। &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/2005/04/14/408/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Akshargram Anugunj" src="http://pnarula.com/images/akshargram/anugunj.jpg" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; मुल विन्दु पर चर्चा करें तो&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;हमारे दैनिक कार्यकलापों में हमारे अनुभव एवं किये गये कर्मों के आधार पर प्राकृतिक नियमों की आशा की ही जा सकती है । अब लिजिए जीवन की आशा हो या जीवन बीमा कंपनियों का आशाएँ , मृत्यु की जानकारी सबको है और मृत्यु के नाम पर धन का विपणन भी होता है । परन्तु दोनों पक्ष एक दुसरे से जीवन की ही आशा करतें हैं । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;एक औसत मनुष्य के लिए आशा अगर एक तरूणी है तो निराशा बिन बुलाई भुतनी । पर अजीब सी स्थिति होती है जब तरूणी का संग छुङाकर अचानक यह भुतनी लिपटकर शोकसागर में तैरती रहती है । निराशा अगर अधम है तो, आशा उत्तम। अगर निष्काम कर्म कर सकें तो इन दोनों से मुक्ति मिल जाएगी । मगर आशारूपी तरूणी की चाह को कोई भला छोङ पाया है क्या । क्या देवों ने भी समुद्रमंथन के दौरान अमृत की आशा नहीं की होगी । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;स्वपनद्रष्टा पुरूषार्थी भी आशान्वित होता है , उद्देश्य के प्रति । ऐसा नहीं कि उद्देश्य प्राप्ति की आशा और आनंद &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ही उसका ध्येय होता है । एक आशा की प्राप्ति या अप्राप्ति किसी दुसरे लघुतर या वृहत्तर किसी आशा का द्वार फिर खोलती है । असफलताओं के अंधकार में भी आशा के किसी दरवाजे को वह टटोलता रहता है । उसका विश्वास होता है कि ईश्वर सभी दरवाजे कभी नहीं बंद करता है । ऐसे व्यक्ति ही दूसरों के लिए आशा के किरण बनते हैं । आशा का एक दीपक दुसरे दीपों को भी प्रज्वलित करने में समर्थ होता है । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;बचपन में माँ के गोद में चंदा मामा की ओर दिखाये गए अंगुलियाँ आशा के किरण ही जगाती है कि मानव मामाजी के गोद में जाने को बेताब हो जाता है । इतना ही नहीं आशा के बल पर वह मंगल चाचा जैसे अन्य परिचितों से मिलने के लिए अनजान उङाने भरता रहता है । कल्पना चावला की उङाने भी तो आशा की उङानें ही थी। इतिहास के पन्ने ताजे हो या भोजपत्र पर लिखे हो, अपनी सभ्यता - संस्कृति , कला-साहित्य या ज्ञान-विज्ञान की संपदा पर ही हम भविष्य की कुंडली के प्रति आशान्वित होते हैं। नवजात शिशु के प्रति भी भविष्य की मधुर आशाएँ तो की जा सकती है। साथ ही साथ विचारशील मनुष्य को अपने माता-पिता द्वारा की गयी आशाओं की याद दिलाकर कर्तव्यज्ञान का बोध भी कराती है । और इसी प्रकार आशा का एक तन्तु दुसरे से जुटता चला जाता है। &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आशा हमेशा भविष्य से जुटा होता है जो कि अनिश्चितता से भरा है । किए गये कर्मों के आधार पर ही , स्वयं पर विश्वास रखकर सपने देखने को हर व्यक्ति स्वतंत्र है । मगर स्वपनों के यथार्थ में नहीं बदलने पर निराशा के आलिंगन में बँध जाना भी अनुचित जान पङता है । फिर तो क्षमताओं के आकलन के पश्चात्, इस छोटे से जीवन में, आशाओं के नये स्वपन गढना ही एक मात्र उपाय है ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111354316337732700?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111354316337732700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111354316337732700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111354316337732700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111354316337732700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/9.html' title='अनुगूंज 9 – ” आशा ही जीवन है | ”'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111339486624610650</id><published>2005-04-13T17:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-13T17:51:06.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Real life dilemnas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Theory and practice - The real life gives the dilemnas. Reproducing such situation queries from &lt;a href="http://www.toerag.blogspot.com/"&gt;a teacher's blog&lt;/a&gt; and how I responded to them in Hindi. (Note : Please enable your Devnagri Unicode fonts) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h3&gt;What would you do? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If you saw someone cheating while taking a test? (you are taking the same test and you don't really know this person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ans&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;उसे उसके हाल पर छोङ दो । आपके जैसे मैडम या मास्टर साहब किस दिन के लिए हैं । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you saw a colleague breaking a rule?&lt;br /&gt;Ans&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;अगर वह बास का वह नजदीकी आदमी या मिला हुआ है तो चुपचाप नौकरी करो । नहीं तो उसे समझाओ ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If you catch a neighbour throwing a banana peel from his/her window instead of using the dustbin?&lt;br /&gt;Ans&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;पहले उसे समझाओ &lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;नहीं समझे तो एक दर्जन केले दूसरों के साथ खाकर उसके घर के दरवाजे के सामने छिलके रख आओ ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If you are aware that a friend is travelling in a bus/ train without a ticket?&lt;br /&gt;Ans&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;अगर नासमझ मगर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;सच्चा दोस्त&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;है तो टिकटचेकर आने पर अपना टिकट दोस्त को देकर खुद जेल जाने को तैयार हो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;जाओ । कोशिश तो करो फिर देखो उसमें परिवर्तन । अगर कामचलाऊ दोस्त है तो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;मुँह घुमाकर रहो ।&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/9275447-111339486624610650?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111339486624610650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111339486624610650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111339486624610650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111339486624610650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/real-life-dilemnas.html' title='Real life dilemnas'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111330815075793449</id><published>2005-04-12T17:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:45:50.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Free Mania</title><content type='html'>Like common table salt, sense of humour is the basic need in our daily lives. Here is an instance of mixing both. Today morning I bought a packet of Annapurna brand salt and gave it to him and went back to my study table then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prem!  Have you forgotten something in the shop or shopkeeper did not give it to you, the thing free with this salt packet!”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! Nothing!  I did not forget anything there ", I replied "What thing is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the packet it's written in big letters -- "&lt;b&gt;Free &lt;/b&gt;Flowing Iodized Salt" and where is this thing?" he quipped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111330815075793449?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111330815075793449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111330815075793449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111330815075793449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111330815075793449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/free-mania.html' title='Free Mania'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111305172314592103</id><published>2005-04-09T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-09T18:32:03.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ice vs. Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Kashmir’s ice is enough soothing to the heart of every citizen of world. The ice when melts due to fire of guns turns into consistent tears. Kudos the diplomats of both countries who made the road link in the forbidden land. This is not only the road link but the invisible strong but fine strings tied between the separated lands. The borders created by us for so called countries and their self respect seemed permeable to our eternal feelings which relives beyond any boundaries. That’s abstract form of the ice, white and clear which every one of us like to posses, and which can’t think to harm anyone else on the earth. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the other hand fire is powerful, no matter how small it is, even it’s a spark. It can spread more rapidly from one dry leaf to whole forest. Even if the forest leaves are not dry, the heat will make it dry and later burn it to ashes. It’s a symbol of power and ego and ownership. The hotness of fire is life if positive way. That’s an example is the Sun. But it’s effective and useful if it’s kept a distance and within control. Even sun’s heat is also available to any one half of the life only. That’s the beauty of fire. Its otherwise use is no way enhances the ordinary life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;They shot fires on the ice to melt it to disappear. And the ice melted and tears flown. But the targeted ice didn’t take much time to come out as the Bigger Ice Cubes in spite of fire. Of course the ice turned out cooler. Hope the coolness of ice spreads to every one of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111305172314592103?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111305172314592103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111305172314592103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111305172314592103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111305172314592103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/ice-vs-fire.html' title='Ice vs. Fire'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111294284982359357</id><published>2005-04-08T12:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-08T12:17:29.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hindi Blogging Latest News</title><content type='html'>My post on Anugunj - 8 has been reviewed and it's available in &lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/2005/04/04/206/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: आठवीं अनुगूंज: अवलोकन"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;आठवीं अनुगूंज: अवलोकन   .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got invitation for writing on &lt;a href="http://www.hindini.com"&gt;www.Hindini.com&lt;/a&gt;  and blogger's only  hindi magazine  &lt;a href="http://akshargram.com/nirantar/"&gt;Nirantar.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participated in &lt;a href="http://akshargram.com/nirantar/0405/samasya-purti"&gt;poem writing competition . &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have written my beloved Bangla too like this. Dekhi seta kaun din hoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111294284982359357?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111294284982359357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111294284982359357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111294284982359357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111294284982359357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/hindi-blogging-latest-news_111294284982359357.html' title='Hindi Blogging Latest News'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111284494684144061</id><published>2005-04-07T08:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-09T02:07:22.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I have started Audio Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now you can hear my voice on net. That’s on a audio blog &lt;a href="http://www.jitu.info/blognaad/"&gt;http://www.jitu.info/blognaad/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to Jitendra Chowdhary who started this audio blog with his praiseworthy efforts. My first entry of duration 2.47 minutes on the audio blog is in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humor category&lt;/span&gt; with topic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bihar FM Radio &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;Find it on the menu of the &lt;/span&gt; inbuilt &lt;span style=""&gt;player there only. &lt;/span&gt;Choose and play it, of course with a headphone/speaker. The actual stream of the sound can be felt only if the listener has good bandwidth internet connection. The file being converted into .mp3 format, the quality is only slightly lower than the actual .wav format. I think I have tolerable voice .&lt;br /&gt;If you want to send your entry too, please check out the instructions given there. Hope, I shall be able to hear the voice of my cohort bloggers too. After hearing the voice, be it of any quality gives the satisfaction and familiarity to the known persons. After all it's not going to be a TV or a actual radio presentation. Feel free to speak with us what ever you like to speak. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you can hear my voice, let me know that. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111284494684144061?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111284494684144061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111284494684144061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111284494684144061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111284494684144061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-started-audio-blogging.html' title='I have started Audio Blogging'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111270373591649589</id><published>2005-04-05T17:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:52:15.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My first Anniversary - if you like to read !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Today is my first anniversary according to our cards and certificate. Neither I want to lie nor I want to hide any fact from you. I am celebrating it quiet a simple way. Once upon a friend of mine told me that I will get married twice after seeing the lines on side of my palm. So it’s better to tell you that it’s my first marriage. She is black, slim and quiet handy. She is cosmopolitan and belongs to International society. You can find her sisters almost all countries may be one near to you too. Her ancestral home is in USA. But her certificate shows that she is born in India. She is a Business Machine too. She can do thousands of business processing and calculations within seconds. Don’t mistake that she is an MBA from Harvard or Stanford or somewhere else. She never told about her qualifications but she knows the language of touch only. Even if I shall scream, she will remain deaf. She is not deaf actually she can tell back what anyone told near to her, that too accurately.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;By nature she is quiet frank and modern. She likes to sit on my lap even in front of public. Even in my conservative Hindu family, my parents never complain anything regarding her position on my lap. Rather they will be happy on seeing me chatting with her long hours eye to eye. Now something about her health, she has got resistance to viruses and worms and she has got quiet good resistance too. I never needed to carry her to a doctor. But she is energy hungry, she will refuse to work if you don’t feed her for straight 2 hours. Therefore I tell her to take rest before she crashes and let her sleep. Good thing is that she can sing all kinds of songs and have always ready around 800 songs in her memory. She is always ready to sing well along with doing other works too. And I prefer to put lesser burden of works on her. She is a social and family person too and keeps the pictures of all my family members in her heart. Yes, sometimes Saas-Bahu problem is there, when Maa shall call me for lunch and I will be still talking to her. But I have one more complain about her that she never told me ‘those’ three words. Whether she can feel these lines what I am writing here, that too I don’t know. Despite all her faults I can see her merits only and can’t think to live without her a single day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway I like my first and only love and I am celebrating my anniversary with her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&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/9275447-111270373591649589?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111270373591649589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111270373591649589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111270373591649589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111270373591649589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-first-anniversary-if-you-like-to.html' title='My first Anniversary - if you like to read !'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111258481417776571</id><published>2005-04-04T08:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-04T08:50:14.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Her Long Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minutes passed, so hours and days,&lt;br /&gt;If years too pass in the decent maze.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Walked, swum, climbed and thrown,&lt;br /&gt;Greenery will come, the seeds sown.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The peak of hopes, the beautiful climb,&lt;br /&gt;Tired limbs, heavy eyes, soul sublime.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The dancing pains will be out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;With the moments of the bright night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her moments being spent are precious,&lt;br /&gt;For the single moment as auspicious.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those eternal connections without wires,&lt;br /&gt;Soothing as spring, enlightened with fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111258481417776571?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111258481417776571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111258481417776571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111258481417776571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111258481417776571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/her-long-days.html' title='Her Long Days'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111242168617428367</id><published>2005-04-02T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-02T11:31:26.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Indian Calendars – National and Traditional</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I feel the need of this post. Most of my cohort readers may be having a panchang or panjika at home for religious or auspicious occasions. All panchangs can be different and quiet varying. Although each one follows some extraterrestrial references as the standard period calculation. Some take Sun’s movement in sky, and some consider the moon’s appearance or some consider both together as reference. Government of India to bring out a standard calendar out of different existing versions proposed the national calendar. This is mainly used in official purposes and to tell this calendar as national calendar like other national emblems and symbols.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although even after the national calendar the traditional calendars are still used popularly which are of almost 30 types. Most of us are don’t know even the traditional calendars too. Ask an average Indian about all the traditional months serially, probabilities are high that one passes partially only. Try this test yourself too. The reasons are obviously simple as the need of those calendars is redundant. Interesting thing is that even then these Gregorian calendar followers will arrange the auspicious or religious occasions based upon the traditional calendars only. Here it means that the best time is calculated by our traditional calendars only. We feel the need that everyone be well versed with at least the Indian National Calendar although the rituals happen according to the traditional calendars given in second part.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" align="center"&gt;*****************&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;NATIONAL CALENDAR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;*****************&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      Indian National Calendar was introduced in 1957 by Indian calendar reform      committee set up in 1952.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;It is      also called Rastriya Panchang. Panchang word is a derivative of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sanskrit word panchagam. Panchagam (      pancha = five , anga = limb , the five main limbs of Panchang are: (1) Solar      Day&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(2) Lunar Day (3) the Asterism(a      cluster of stars or a small constellation) on which the sun rises&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(4) the angle of the sun and moon (5)      the half lunar day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;This      calendar have 365 days normally and 366 days in leap year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;It is      a tropical calendar with fixed days and nights. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;This      months in a normal year are:&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This chart below have Month’s serial no., Month’s Name , Number of days in the month, The starting day of&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;the Indian month as per the Gregorian calendar, season associated with this month &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" start="1" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Chaitra&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;---      (30 days) --- 22 March -----&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Vasanta      .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Vaisakha      &lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;---(31 days) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;--- 21 April&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;------ &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Grishma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Jyestha&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;---(31 days) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;--- 22 May&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;------&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Grishma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Aashaadha&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;---(31 days) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;--- 22 June&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;-----&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Varshaa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Shraavana      &lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;---(31 days) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;--- 23 July &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;-----&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Varshaa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Bhaadra      &lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;---(31 days) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;--- 23 August ----&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Sharat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Aashvina&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;---(30 days)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;--- 23 September -&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Sharat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Kaaritka      &lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;---(30 days)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;---&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;23 October ----&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hemanta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Agrahayana      &lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;---(30 days)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;--- 22 November ---Hemanta .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Pausa&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;---(30 days)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;--- 22 December ---Sisir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Maagha&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;---(30 days)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;--- 21 January -----&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sisir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Phalguna&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;---(30 days)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;--- 20 February ---&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vashanta.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;The      national calendar year starts with the month of Chaitra. The first day of      Chaitra falls on 22 March in normal year and 21 march in leap year. Hence      in leap year the first month ,i.e Chaitra is of 31 days.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saka National&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;= A.D.-78 (from 22 march to Dec.)( for leap year- from 21 march to Dec.)&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;= A.D.-79 ( from Jan. to 21 march)( for leap year- from Jan. to 20 March) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(Used in national calendar only)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;***************** &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;TRADITIONAL CALENDARS&lt;/u&gt; *****************&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basically for religious purposes and festivals the other local variants are used. These calendars are of three types : Solar calendar and Lunisolar calendar&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lunar Calendar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lunar calendars are based on the motion of lunar motion .i.e. moon’s motion. The lunar month is calculated as the period between two successive new moons or two successive full moons with average month length of 29.5 days. This calendar has 12 month too thus this calendar does not synchronizes with the tropical year of 365 days. Thus this type of calendar is short each year by 11 days compared to the later tropical calendar. The muslims calendar is a lunar calendar. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solar Calendar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Chitra nakshatra a bright star is opposite to sun and it is the point of measurement of relative elliptical movement of the earth round the year. In the movement the total 360degree of rotation is divided into 12 equals of 30degree angles each and in each new part of the angle the sun (relatively) enters into a new Rashi, hence the 12 months. The calculations of calendars are also include the different rules of Samkranti too. The solar calendars are still today used quiet widely. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saka Traditional&lt;/i&gt; = A.D. - 78 (from mid April to Dec.) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;= A.D. - 79 (from Jan. to mid April) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Used in Orissa, Tamilnadu and Bengal)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bengali San&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;= A.D. -&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;593 (from mid April to Dec.) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;= A.D. -&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;594 (from Jan. to mid April) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Used in Bengal)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kollam&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= A.D. – 824 ( from mid August to Dec.) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;= A.D. – 825 (from Jan. to mid August) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Used in Karela ,Malayali calendar&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saka National&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;= A.D.-78 (from 22 march to Dec.)( for leap year- from 21 march to Dec.)&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;= A.D.-79 ( from Jan. to 21 march)( for leap year- from Jan. to 20 March) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;(Used in national calendar only)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lunisolar Calendars: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lunisolar months are lunar months and based upon the appearance of the moon. Interestingly there are two kinds of lunisolar months too. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Amanta lunisolar months:&lt;/b&gt; This months starts with a new moon months and ends with new months. This calendar is synchronized with the nirayana year i.e. with the leap year consideration too. Amanta months is divided into vadi (Sukla paksha) and sudi (Krishna paksha) . Vadi is the period of new moon to full moon (i.e. increasing moon shape), it is also called the waxing phase.Amanta month starts with sudi (sukla paksha) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sudi is the period of full moon to next new moon (i.e. decreasing moon phase) , it is also called waning phase. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now amanta lunisolar calendar the new year starts with the amanta month of Chaitra. Some states in calendars also use the amantha months of Kartika or Ashadha as beginning months of the year.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The Southern Amaanta Lunisolar Calendar is predominantly followed in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;the South and South-West Indian states of Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka and Maharashtra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Salivahana Saka&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; = A.D. year – 78 from Mar/Apr to Dec &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;= A.D. year&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- 79 from Jan to Mar/Apr&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Year starting date : One day after the last new moon before the Mesh Sankranti&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Used in Andhra Pradesh , Goa, Karnataka.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;In West India, specifically, in the state of Gujarat, the Amaanta calendar is of two forms, one that starts with Aashaadha (Followed in the Kathiawar region) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;and one that starts with Kartika (followed all throughout Gujarat).&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vikram Samvat (Ashaadha)=&lt;/i&gt; A.D. year +57 from June/July to Dec&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;= A.D. year + 56 from Jan to Oct/Nov&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vikram Samvat (Kartikadi)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;= A.D. year +57 from Oct/Nov to Dec&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;= A.D. year + 56 from Jan to Oct/Nov&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Purnimanta Months:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;This type of calendar uses the full moon ending months. Thus the month start with the day after full moon to the next full moon. Hence it too have vadi and sudi paksha(period) like amanta month. Thus purimantha month starts with Vadi (Krishna paksha). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The Purnimaanta Calendar is followed in most of North India. The variant of purnimaanta month calendars are:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vikram Samvat (Chaitradi)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; = A.D. year +57 from Mar/Apr to Dec&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;= A.D. year + 56 from Jan to Mar/Apr&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Year starting date : One day after the full moon day before the Mesh Sankranti. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Used in &lt;i&gt;Bihar, Uttar Pradesh, Uttaranchal Delhi, Himachal Pradesh ,Madhya Pradesh, Chattisgarh, Rajasthan &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any enquiry / suggestions ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111242168617428367?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111242168617428367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111242168617428367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111242168617428367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111242168617428367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/indian-calendars-national-and.html' title='The Indian Calendars – National and Traditional'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111235248657250117</id><published>2005-04-01T16:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:36:35.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Encrypted Personal Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Why do you Expect that something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;written here!&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Anyway you expect something written, Nice to know that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Let's celebrate APRIL FOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;**************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;*******************************************&lt;/span&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111235248657250117?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111235248657250117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111235248657250117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111235248657250117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111235248657250117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/04/encrypted-personal-post.html' title='The Encrypted Personal Post'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111200417487009867</id><published>2005-03-28T15:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-28T15:32:54.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Border Security Issue (Real Life Firewalls -2)</title><content type='html'>This time I shall talk about the border area security issue of a country like India. It’s land frontier of 15,200 km and coast line of 7516.5 km have been always under the close scrutiny of the security personals and recently government is going to double the northern border area of the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, the government is so bewitched of internal threats of internal security threats in the country that it is now going to seal the borders after doubling security personal. The perpetrators with the badge of Maoist, ULFAs and naxalites may be disturbing the whole peaceful setup but they show the clear signs of furore of unemployment, red-tapism, and socio-economic injustice and reduced civil liberties. The flippant ways to deal with the security is just an effort to grow defence budget at inexorable rate at the cost of basic infrastructure of human development index. The Maoist thuggery in Nepal or ULFA’s training camps in Bangladesh and Bhutan and their dissatisfaction towards their targeted governments have the almost similar reasons for their ire. The inimical clashes with security personal leads to thinning arsenal of miscreants, hence they seek support from the similar groups across borders. The valley of political and ideological relativism between the extremist and government deepens proportional to the period of oppression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While creating secured firewall across national boundary the basic infrastructure of the boundary area must be strengthened with the localities.  The porous border across the Nepal-India is the need of local peoples’ economy and is also way of illegal human channel. In economic point of view, the larger border line once barricaded will rise to local dissatisfaction again. Hence before increasing the security across this border, the locals need to be motivated for alternate stable opportunities of employment after providing them resources. Across Bhutan-India border, the recent action by the Bhutan’s security to oust the militant training camps had been beneficial, but the basic problem is still unsolved. At this border area with dense forest where even doubling the security will not suffice, the concerned localities must have the sense of ownership hence alert for their security. Occasional rampant firing at the Indo-Bangladesh border is again an unsettled issue of misunderstanding and communication gap between the security personals. The Indo-Burma border security is difficult to maintain alone by the security personal. Unless the local youth of border area districts are willing to save their village border the firewall making task shall be Hercules one. The presence of more security personal may uplift their zeal of defence because there are measures of hope and determination by our &lt;a href="http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/02/indian-guns-with-roses.html"&gt;new army chief General&lt;/a&gt; J. J. Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firewall creation at border is needed for the national security, but the stable solution shall be possible only after the ground level motivation towards making ‘them’ feel socially secure and respected. Only peace talks or security fetishism shall foster cumulating horrendous number of youths within the firewall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming years, the policy makers will have to reconcile the imperatives of paying attention to the youth’s basic problems of dissatisfaction which leads to insecure feeling among them selves. The need of the hour is to make the whole internal operating system robust and just not only increase the version of the firewall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111200417487009867?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111200417487009867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111200417487009867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111200417487009867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111200417487009867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/border-security-issue-real-life.html' title='Border Security Issue (Real Life Firewalls -2)'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-111166960886867031</id><published>2005-03-24T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-27T19:52:27.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Holi Greetings -  A carpet for you all</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://free.angeltowns.com/prem1/blog/images/Holi_greetings_from_Prem_Piyush.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com"&gt;pucca deshi Holi&lt;/a&gt; of Hindi Bloggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111166960886867031?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111166960886867031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111166960886867031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111166960886867031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111166960886867031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/holi-greetings-carpet-for-you-all.html' title='Holi Greetings -  A carpet for you all'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111158358046537424</id><published>2005-03-23T18:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-25T20:20:15.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love affairs and Student Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does any time such kind of thought come in my mind? Whenever they came, in the internal struggle my belief always won. That is, if I am to marry in future, thus a girl is already born on the earth somewhere, with whom I have never met. But it’s sure that she is somewhere and surely doing some work, some study, some work or some foolish things or sleeping as I may be doing my own. It’s as if I am with her but not near to her, so I have no right for deep friendship attitude, with expectations for any other girl. If I expect, she is leading an honest life there, why shouldn’t I be the same here? If a person is good by nature he/she is my friend, that’s all. No room for affairs. I have been against time-pass friendship too. This way the student life went on and still going on. The life in dreams looks beautiful. Any time when I felt I am going to be entangled in these affairs, I made pretty distance from such elements.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now coming to in general, I feel pity on the students, who are deeply involved in such affairs and in which they seemed to be tense, frustrated, dejected or may be in sublime trance. Other friends’ backing up or supporting these types of students are equally harming. In last year at school, our batch have a sad experience of this type, (It’s different thing that the affair got materialized later on) because of some fellow classmates, that too on some useless prestige issue. If my post hurts any of those my old friends let it happen and let me know too. I don’t like disclaimers anyway. Naturally my genius friend’s career graph’s consistency did not continue. Earlier in my primary school life I came down to second position in class because of bad handwriting. The topper’s handwriting used to be like printed letters. Handwriting is the reflection of brain waves. Really he used to be a smart boy but that brilliant guy also wasted himself in such affair(s). On the other hand the related girls are presently well settled in their family lives unaffected. I feel pity on students like him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have seen that guys are affected more than the girls due to such affairs (I may be biased being closer to the guys). Overall there have been numerous career minded guys and girls who showed poor performance in career when they got trapped in such affairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are few good examples of love and friendship in students too which later culminated in strong bond too, but they did not get swayed away in emotions. But I imagine this as walking on the edge of the sword. The easy way of friendship and jokes are good and should exist in nature for maintaining harmony. The time when the regular routine is disturbed and brain is tense in case of career making time, the symptoms are dangerous. These students should proceed forward in their love affairs if they are enough matured and independent, or alternately should come back for sake of family, the career goal, and ultimately him/her self. The friendship if seems to be eternal,  surely be respected it by heart but they shouldn't make it an  obstacle to student's duties and career.  After all waiting is worth paying. I feel more pity on such students who study in premier institutions on the tax payer’s or parent’s money and take less part in students’ affairs but take the love affairs seriously.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also accept the psychological need of friendship, which may culminate towards serious affairs and these students will do everything to make the friendship strong. But at the same time they seem to weaken the friendship with the best friends, the books. Probabilities are high that in these cases, the weakened love affairs with books will be reflected in exams results too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111158358046537424?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111158358046537424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111158358046537424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111158358046537424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111158358046537424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-affairs-and-student-life.html' title='Love affairs and Student Life'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111149817029874847</id><published>2005-03-22T18:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-22T18:59:30.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>VAT - Value Added Tax</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The government is set to decide the unification of multiple tax structure existing in India. The product or services which include multiple point tax payment are quiet variable. There were different prices of the same product across the state borders. Same item have to pay the dual tax central tax as well as state tax. The proposed VAT is intended to replace the differentiating state taxes but it’s not clear that whether the central tax shall too be replaced by the same. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now there are some points to ponder over. The government says that VAT shall reduce the prices in general. But reduction in prices is directly proportional to the comparatively lesser payment by the customer. Now who shall bear the burden of price difference due to lesser payment by the customers? Government can’t make loss due to newer tax regime. The only profit will be constant prices and lesser tax haggles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The VAT is intended to be effective by 1 April 2005, but now not many governments are ready to implement it. The economic and business pressure groups are lobbying around to resist it. According to them the business will be hard hit. Many export units argue that they are not prepared for it; hence the government should defer it. Many BJP ruled states are resisting VAT in its present structure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tax Reforms Committee headed by Dr.Raja Chelliah as recommended the move towards VAT for commodities and services states for lessening the cascading effect of multiple taxes on the ultimate customers shall be beneficial, only if there is common consensus throughout all states about the implementation of VAT on 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; April, 2005. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/9275447-111149817029874847?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111149817029874847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111149817029874847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111149817029874847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111149817029874847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/vat-value-added-tax.html' title='VAT - Value Added Tax'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111133028813468808</id><published>2005-03-20T20:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-20T20:21:28.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Innovative Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Mother is the necessity of creations”, I have read this line in Anurag Jain’s blog, which was giving the reference of Calvin and Hobbes. I like the role of mother for the projects I like to undertake. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In my school life too, if there was some projects/tasks, be it badge making for the Governor or preparing a speech for Nehru Yuva Kendra or science exhibitions, respected Sambhu sir used to call me for sure. I used to leave aside the academics until these given tasks were completed. The best thing about the task given by sir(s) was that they used to give me full liberty to do those in my own way. That’s why I had been one of the representatives of my school at the science exhibitions undisputed. I know how to make the meaningful things out of stray objects and how to use the limited resources meaningfully. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now coming to meaningful writing, I search for how’s and why’s beyond textual meaning while reading any book or literary articles. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reading with a cause is added to my reading habit recently and there is a lot of pleasure. I have been able to intuitively study a piece of writing. Although I can take out a stray paper and read that too. Consequently I have been able to discover that each of the writing is closely related to some or other natural bodies. They may be like river, stream, fountain, ocean, volcano, dense forest, barren land or gardens. Some resemble man-made structures like concrete jungles or glass house too. Everything is good in its own way. My writings too have some specific pattern of expression. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now expression and blogging may have separate purposes. Expression is convincing others through facts and reasoning and blogging need not be written with a purpose to convince others. At a point one of my cohort blogger writes that in general blogging, most of the posts are frivolous and it’s true. To an extent the reasons can be tracked back to the archiving purposes of the blogger’s personal life instances. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But they are all correct with the reason as well as the updating oneself with the known persons. To me in blogs, the personal lives are not an important to others but the expression may be important. And the distinction must be made between expressing own personal life and dissecting private life. The great literatures are the outcome of personal live experiences with a pretty good expression, where every thing is clear and capable of intersecting with readers’ life too. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s the life of Navodaya that I never left any opportunity to express myself. For the first time, when I felt about my writing ability was the story writing competition when I got third prize in Hindi week celebrations. On the day I instantly sat at the competition after being provoked by respected Ravindra sir. Still today I never left a chance of participation in expression opportunities; blogging is a recent opportunity to bring out myself. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Opportunity and technology, hence blogging; it’s a launch pad of expression flight for me. English is not my mother tongue, that’s why it’s easier for me to express in Hindi, where I know, from where should I start writing, where the flow is required to go and where is a need of humour and where readers should be pushed to peak and instantly bring the river down to the valleys through the fountain before they meet the ocean. In English blogging too, I am trying to reach the various levels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111133028813468808?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111133028813468808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111133028813468808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111133028813468808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111133028813468808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/innovative-blogging.html' title='Innovative Blogging'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111112672688510276</id><published>2005-03-18T11:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:37:29.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'>India budget 2005-2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;In continuation to my March 10, 2005  post; “how many points out of 100 would you give to Budget 2005? ”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Does this budget justify with the agriculture and farmer of India?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The      budget have provision for the irrigational facility to additional 1 crore      hectares of land over the period of 5 years giving employment to 1 crore people      at the rate 1 person per hectare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Micro      – irrigation :About 1.2 million hectares have been covered under      micro-irrigation comprising drip and sprinkler irrigation, on a large      scale and the by the end of Tenth Plan the coverage is planned to 3 million      hectares and by the end of eleventh plan 14 million hectares . The      allocation of Rs. 400 crore is provided for promoting the      micro-irrigation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Next      comes the financing the farmers. The farmers will be disbursed 108,500      crore current year as agricultural loans. The govt. wishes to increase      this rate by 30 %.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Subsidy      on fertilizer Rs. 16,254 crore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Farm      Insurance scheme to exists in a farmer friendly manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Being      agriculture is a state subject and center acting as catalyst to support      the states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;National      Agriculture Mission: Allocation of Rs. 630 crore for research, production,      post-harvest management, processing and marketing, under one umbrella in      an integrated manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Government      proposed new scheme of Development/Strengthening of Agricultural Marketing      Infrastructure, grading and standardization with a primary allocation of      Rs.42 crore. This scheme to attract the private and cooperative sector      will be assisted through credit linked, back-ended subsidy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The      scheme is propsosed to implement the scheme through the NABARD, NCDC &lt;b&gt;in      those states who &lt;/b&gt;amend their Agricultural Produce Marketing Committee      (APMC) Acts. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this budget capable to check the increasing price?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Government is mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the problem of unemployment and poverty is addressed in this budget?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Poverty as described by the PC is described not only by income poverty but also by other indicators like illiteracy, disease, infant mortality, malnutrition, absence of skills and unemployment. His point of view is agreeable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Education      allotment Rs. 18,337 crore&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Rural      allotment Rs. 18,334 crore&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Health      &amp; family welfare 10,280 crore&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Upgrading      of ITI’s over the next 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Allocation      of Rs.11,000 crore for National Rural Employment Guarantee Scheme. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Government      intends to continue with its effort to turn the focus of commercial banks,      regional rural banks (RRBs) and cooperative banks towards providing      credit, especially production credit, to rural households and farm      households. Particularly in agricultural credit, innovations are possible.      Reserve Bank of India (RBI) to examine the issue of allowing banks to      adopt the agency model, by using the infrastructure of civil society      organizations, rural kiosks and village knowledge centers, to provide      credit support to rural and farm sectors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;There      is Sarva Shiksha Abhiyan with a non-lapsable allocation of Rs.7,156 crore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mid Day Meal Scheme for the school going children up to class V      with allocation of Rs. 3,010 crore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;There      is proposal by the government to provide the pre-examination coaching in      the private institutes for the students belonging from the minority      community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;47 percent children are underweight in age group 0-3 hence they      were to be given additional supplement diet from the ICDS scheme at the      increased cost of 3,142 crores. And the implementation of the scheme using      the Anganwadi centres will be done thorough the 6,49,000 centres and there      is proposal of creating 1,88,168 centres .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;  &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;All      drinking water schemes has been brought under the Rajiv Gandhi National      DrinkingWater Mission . The water quality of the 2.16 lakh habitations of      Andhra Pradesh , Gujrat, Karnataka, Rajasthan,W.B. and some other states      the outlay for the mission have been increase to 4500 crores. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Total      Sanitation Scheme is extended to all districts and the allocation of Rs.      630 crore is made.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The      Rural Infrastructure Development Fund for providing infrastructure to the      poor of rural India and slums is provided a corpus of 8,000 crores.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Some economic parameters :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Since last two financial years as the trend is continuing the fiscal deficit will lead to slippage further and government’s expectation of 4.3% can be met. Lower the fiscal deficit better the economy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;GDP * (GDP: Gross Domestic Product is the ‘All ultimate products + services, excluding the income from foreign)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxes seems to a good contributor in GDP because of the positive growth in industries’ outcome, PSU’s higher dividend and significant service taxes and several other factors.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u2:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style=""&gt; &lt;u2:imagedata src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cabcd%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_image003.png" title=""&gt;&lt;/u2:imagedata&gt;&lt;/u2:shape&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;The GDP growth which is is positive can be estimate same trend and based upon the market, industry and services and well as monsoon it can reach around 7.5 % . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Now coming to critical analysis :&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Govt. promises a significant increase in the funds in welfare programs, but from where the government will be able to get the money for (it will only absorb $2 billion out of the reserve of $133 billion of forex) .But how government can be foresighted in expending the liability which is to be returned back with interest to the investors. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The implementation is again a challenge; there are many plans which does not reach the end hands. The conceived idea of Panchayati Raj Department and disbursement of funds thorough the local bodies is not practical. Worth to mention here that two of my meritorious batch mates devoted to start a NGO “Sajhiya Samang” to help the remote villagers to uplift their lives at Saharsa in Bihar and they are facing a lot of problem to get the minimum amount because of the authorities’ high handedness and they are getting hopeless. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;My marks shall be 65/100 for the present budget that too if implemented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111112672688510276?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111112672688510276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111112672688510276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111112672688510276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111112672688510276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/india-budget-2005-2006.html' title='India budget 2005-2006'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111097915504772325</id><published>2005-03-16T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-16T18:49:15.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>अनुगूंज 8 - शिक्षा: आज के परिपेक्ष्य में</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;आशीषजी, शिक्षा के बारे में &lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/2005/03/15/195/"&gt;चर्चा&lt;/a&gt; प्रारंभ कर रहें है सो मैं भी शिक्षा के लिए भिक्षाटन को निकल पङा हूँ । यह तो हमें संस्कारों में मिल हुआ है न गुरूजी के आश्रम से।&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;नवोदय के गुरूजी ने सिखाया कि - बेटा प्रेम एक चीटीं को भी गुरूजी मान लेना चाहिए , सो मेरे जैसा मुढ इस मंत्र को गले के लाकेट में बांधकर घुमता रहता है । इधर कुछ महीनों पहले बलागिंग विधा भी सीख ली है । कभी नए-नए विचार दिमागी तंत्र को हिला देते है तो कभी आन-लाइन पढाई भी हो जाती है । मेरे चिट्ठाकार बंधुगण थोङा-बहुत ज्ञान मेरे झोली में भी डाल देते हैं।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://pnarula.com/images/akshargram/anugunj.jpg" alt="Akshargram Anugunj" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;बरामदे मे अभी एक सज्जन आए हैं। वे माँ के विद्यालय शिक्षा समिति के सचिव हैं, स्कुल के बच्चों को खिचङी खिलाना है न इसलिए सामान खरीदने जाना है । सरकार ने आदेश दे रखा है सो उसका अनुपालन सर्वोपरि&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;है ।&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;कितनी दूरदर्शी है हमारी सरकार , जिसे पता है कि भुखे पेट भजन न होए गोपाला । यही सरकार स्कुल चले हम का सुमधुर गीत सुनाकर नंग-धरंग बच्चों को बुला रही है । आओ बेटा आओ , हम जानते थे , तुम जरूर आओगे , पौष्टिक खिचङी की खुशबू जरुर पहुँची है , तुम्हारे झोपङी तक । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;एक दिन फिर सरकार ने स्कुल के नाम दो हजार का चेक भेज दिया एक पार्ट टाइम नारदजी के हाथों से, साथ मे कह गया कि इसी सप्ताह खर्चा करके रिपोर्ट जमा कराना है आफिस में । मगर अभी चेक जमा करने बैंक में कौन जाएगा । 200 विद्यार्थी पर दो शिक्षक , कौन खिचङी पकाने की निगरानी करेगा, कौन पिछला रिपोर्ट लिखेगा । 7वीं के बच्चे आज सोच रहे है कि हिन्दी की नया पाठ आज शुरू होगा । बाकी छह क्लासों के बच्चे तो आतुर हैं ही। आशीषजी, अगर कभी उन बच्चों के चेहरों को देखने का मौका मिले तो पता चलेगा कि उनका भुख खिचङी से ज्यादा नये रंगीन किताबों पर है । दुसरे शिक्षक पसीने से भींग रहे हैं उनको सम्हालने में । खैर दयालु सरकार का चेक आज ही जमा करना है । बैंक के पास में किताब की दुकान पर इतनी भीङ ।&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;सिनेमा हाल के सामने खङे रहने वाला दीपक आज किताब की दुकान पर । सुरज पश्चिम में कहीं उगा तो नहीं । पुछने पर पता चला की टीचर का बहाली होगा न , उसी का फारम निकला है । चलो अच्छा हुआ नये शिक्षकों की बहाली होने से काफी आराम हो जाएगा । मजे की बात है की बहाली की घोषणा और चुनाव की संभावना में गणितीय संबंध है । अब निश्चित हो सकते है कि दीपक को किसी पार्टी के कार्यकर्ता का मौसमी रोजगार मिल सकता है । इंटर पास है न सो सर्टिफिकेट का लेमिनेशन भी करा रखा है उसने । दादाजी के रटी रटाई बातों का अब उस पर असर नहीं होता है । उनको आठवीं पास करने पर बुलाकर नौकरी दी थी सरकार के बाबु ने । संस्कार&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;का असर तो संतति पर पङता ही है । भला परिवार का है दीपक सो दूसरे सहपाठी दोस्तों की तरह उसने अभी तक पुलिस की मार नहीं खाई है । मगर रेलवे की गैंगमैन की नौकरी के परिक्षाओं के सिलसिले में वह जुझारु पुरे भारत भुमि को निहार आया है । जब वह दिल्ली जा रहा था तब उसने दो एम.ए. पास लङको को भी उसी परीक्षा में शामिल होते जाते देखा था । एक बार आसाम के छात्रों नें उसे विदेशी शत्रु की तरह उसे मारा भी । मारने वाले छात्र भी आखिर नौकरी करना चाहते थे । बाहर के छात्र अगर घर की नौकरी ले लेंगे तो उनके छिलने के लिए प्याज भी कहाँ बचेगा ।&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;उग्रवाद का धंधा दिनोंदिन मंदा हो गया है ।&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;केबल टी.वी. के संस्कारी युवक छोटा-मोटा प्रेमभरा संसार चाहते है । प्रेयसी दहेजप्रथा के विपक्ष में प्रीतम समर्पित है । वे पान का दुकान खोल लें या गैरेज खोल लें, दो जुन की रोटी तो मिल ही जाएगी । तो सर्टिफिकेट का क्या होगा , हाँ दादाजी की तरह अपने पोते को दिखाऐंगे ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;पढते हो क्यों कमाने के लिए ,&lt;br /&gt;कमाते हो क्यों,खाने के लिए ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;कमोवेश बात सही लगती है । पढो-पढो , शिक्षित बनों और देश को आगे बढाओ । मगर बेरोजगारों की दौड में, नौकरी की गारंटी, न बाबा न । दुसरा कोई भी धंघा या कारीगरी सिख लो , काम आ जाएगा । बहुराष्ट्रीय कंपनियाँ तो खुब अच्छे लोगों के लिए है । अधिकतर प्रतिष्ठित संस्थानों से चुने हुए लोग हैं । राष्ट्र के सकल आय में वृद्धी तो जरूर करते है और साथ ही अपने शिक्षा का आंशिक उपयोग का मुक दर्शक बने रहते है । कुछ तो गुप्त नामों से बलागिंग भी करेंगे और सृजनात्मक लेखों में चुप्पी मारेंगे । कुछ दुसरे मधुशाला में जाकर टैक्स जमा करेंगे । उनसे तो भले 5 किलास तक पढा लिखा प्रवासी चुन्नीलाल है जो पंजाब के खेतों में मट्ठा पीकर बासमती उपजाता है । आपने उस दिन रेस्तरां में बिरियानी का जो आर्डर ग्रेजुएट बेयरे को दिया था न वह उसी बेजोङ बासमती चावल का बना था । बासमती के प्रसंग से आपको पेटेंट हनन का प्रसंग याद आ रहा होगा ।&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;हल्दी , नीम भी जुट गया न उस लिस्ट में । भाइयों हमारी ज्ञान संपदा की लिस्ट काफी लंबी है । बाकी धुंधली सुची देखना चाहते हैं या चाहते हैं कि विदेशी लोग पहले उस सुची को छान लें ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;धन्य है वे सपूत जो शिक्षा से मातृभुमि की ज्ञान संपदा एवं अन्न संपदा को बढा रहे हैं, और इसे सिरमौर राष्ट्र बनाने के लिए प्रयत्नशील हैं । आशावादी दृष्टीकोण से अवश्य ही कह सकते हैं कि हम शिक्षित थे , हो रहें है और पूर्ण रुपेण हो भी जाऐंगे।&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;जरुरत है अपने अंदर के श्रोतों को जानने का और उनको सही दिशा देने का। मुझे तो शिक्षा का यही एक मात्र स्वरूप दिखता है ।&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/9275447-111097915504772325?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111097915504772325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111097915504772325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111097915504772325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111097915504772325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/8.html' title='अनुगूंज 8 - शिक्षा: आज के परिपेक्ष्य में'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111086356454230297</id><published>2005-03-15T10:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-15T10:42:44.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JNVP -1  – Stepping stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am one of the hundred of the beneficiaries from Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Purnea. Government has spent lakhs of rupees on me for my upbringing. I am strongly determined to make the government’s efforts on me meaningful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My series of posts will be aimed to look into the principals and practices with my point of view from my experience of six years spent there in a narrative way. Jai Navodaya! Jai Hind!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One evening, Chachaji (uncle), who was colleague of Papa, gave us the envelope, saying that it was delivered in the office by the postman. Even after seeing my name on it and it was coming from Navodaya Vidyalaya, Purnea, like a disciplined boy, I gave it to Papa and I was inquisitive to know about the content of the envelope. In the entrance exam of Navodaya I couldn’t solve two questions, so I was more feared about that rather than satisfaction of solving 98 questions (Still today I am cautious to my mistakes). More over I was the candidate, who applied from a urban school, which have less number of quota of seats. As the envelope was opened, both of them smiled and felt relaxed. There was written that only Prem Piyush and another student Vinit Ranjan were selected from Kishanganj block.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma – Papa’s worry of sending me to a good CBSE school was resolved that too on full paid government scholarship. Across our colony boundary wall there used to be a residential school, Insan school. As a kid after seeing the borders of the school, I used to dream to live in residential school for play ground, a library and so many friends. I was the illegal addict user of Insan School library for reading story books and cartoons. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;More over the reason of parents happiness was that in our town or near by town like Purnea or Katihar there were no residential schools of good standards. That year Navodaya Vidyalaya was established (Jawahar was added to Navodaya in later years). So parents’ foresight and after due to proper coaching, at Middle School, Birauli (Purnea), I was able to get a seat in 80 seats that year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The days of sincere parents must be most difficult, when providing proper education to child becomes a most urgent need. Since Navodaya was a completely new concept, and the new pattern of exam and results, my parents went to Patna for enquiry and to see the possibility of sure admission of mine. There after knowing about the school and the exam method, the official suggested them to prepare me with more practice and leave everything else to God. Might after the disappointment by the officials, and so the prayers have worked out. Now after getting the passing letter, they were happy that day and started reading the letter’s content. This letter was signed by then principal Sri Harsha Kumar Kulshrestha. Along with the need of the various certificates they have also told to bring sets of cloths to wear at school until the dresses were provided by the school. So Papa became busy to get certificates from different offices and Maa choosing out dresses for me. Once papa got all the certificates he submitted them to School before the due date.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And at home Ma was posted in the same school, I was reading. When with ma I used to go to school and attend the classes, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and all mistresses and teachers were worrying that why I was still coming to school after getting selected at Navodaya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But one day I was really to leave my Pratap Middle School and was ready to depart for My Navodaya School. My trunk which I was to carry contained cloths, some edibles and few Rupees (Later two things were not asked by school to carry). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As we reached the school at Maranga campus we couldn’t see any school there. It was a refugee colony where the Bangladeshis were staying and a fire brigade building (Later converted to the library). Inside the colony six refugee quarters were newly painted with the school name painted on the wall. I was shocked. No students to play, a playground full of chirchiris( A grass weed, which’s long flower sticks will gets entangled with lower dresses). Near to school building there were Bangladeshi refugees with family. Papa asked me whether I would like to stay here. Hope more students were come here, I gave assertive answer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We reached to the principal sir, H.K. Kulshrestha who was from U.P. and used to speak in U.P. accent Hindi. (Later on in hostel we adopted that accent). After I touched his feet (In our side it’s the only custom for respecting teachers and elders) and he took a short interview of mine. He informed me that some students had already come and they are now in dormitory (I learnt this word then). He directed me to the dormitory, which was the next building just behind the store/office room. Inside the asbestos roof room there were 8 iron beds. Since my both parents studied in hostel for some years they told me to choose out a corner bed if possible. The corner bed has fewer chances of disturbances. Luckily the corner one was vacant and others middle beds were taken by Banmankhi town students group.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later principal sir told me to pick up my bed cushion , pillow and cover, bed sheet, blanket, mosquito net, thali, a steel jug and soaps and all the things needed including paste and brush from then store keeper Mithilesh sir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those students in dormitory, who were going to be my friends, helped me to carry my things from the store. Now it was tea time and Principal Sir told papa too to come for tea. And we few students formed a queue for tea. And where I got introduced with the Mess-in-charge, P.E.T. sir, Subhash sir . From first sight his look was obviously strict. So I became aware of the days coming. Any way our principal sir was very cordial in talks with the students and guardians. He assured papa not to worry about security and other food terms. Sun was about to set. Before leaving, Papa gave me some tips about studies, cleanliness and sports along with the other students who were standing nearby me. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was feeling papa is leaving me to a place where I have to grow independently towards shaping my destiny.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111086356454230297?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111086356454230297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111086356454230297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111086356454230297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111086356454230297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/jnvp-1-stepping-stone.html' title='JNVP -1  – Stepping stone'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111059313564733752</id><published>2005-03-12T07:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-14T20:17:08.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Get a free favicon ! - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Art is my passion as equal to computer applications. I want my creativity live longer than me. I want to compliment my readers who run it&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;with patience&lt;/span&gt;. As a monthly affair, the coming week again I am ready to make a few favicon for you. You may just put your&lt;span style=""&gt; desired &lt;/span&gt;theme in comment or mail me. From my side I have no other string attached for it. I shall try my best to make one for you and give you the link.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you are new to&lt;span style=""&gt; favicon&lt;/span&gt;, it’s better if you read this in continuation to &lt;a href="http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/01/get-free-favicon.html"&gt;my previous post on it&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &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/9275447-111059313564733752?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111059313564733752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111059313564733752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111059313564733752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111059313564733752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/get-free-favicon-2.html' title='Get a free favicon ! - 2'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111053841571271338</id><published>2005-03-11T16:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-12T09:05:28.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is BLOGGER's inbuilt comment is defunct ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I am unable to see or post the comments in Blogger’s inbuilt comment facility. On the other hand the Haloscan’s comment is working fine. Is this my domain problem or to every other blogger the situation is same? I am worried, if you know let me know too. I have Haloscan’s comment facility. With thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Updation : Sandeepji, now Blogger's  comments too are working fine.  12 march. 9 am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9275447-111053841571271338?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111053841571271338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111053841571271338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111053841571271338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111053841571271338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/is-bloggers-inbuilt-comment-is-defunct.html' title='Is BLOGGER&apos;s inbuilt comment is defunct ?'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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-9275447.post-111051680464694307</id><published>2005-03-11T10:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-11T10:30:32.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Useless gender equality flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Before reading the post first exclude the shameful inhuman attitude towards any gender. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Read it in continuation to &lt;a href="http://ayanbhattacharya.blogspot.com/2005/03/gender-inequality-eh.html"&gt;this post from Ayan's blog&lt;/a&gt; ,  as my present views.   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The reasons can be tracked back to our culture, literature, and upbringing of the both gender especially in Indian context. Still they (ladies) consider the men as the superior personality. However high they rise in their lives, there are points when they still expect their men higher order then her, be it about status, emotional or physical. The cry for equality ceases to exist here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The approach of not treating girls without any specialty increases and uplifts the image of the personality of any man. I am not talking about the superiority feeling but don’t care attitude. Not only once but several times I too felt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The time man is submissive, the society does not accept that where it can be seen as one’s weakness (Only family may be an exception). This thing seen in reverse way is acceptable. The equality flag bearers will accept this fact too. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;There are hidden and dedicated patterns in Man or Woman which are unique and can never be equaled but they are only complementary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ayan, Ami Pisomosair kothai purnotah agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I would like to add that Madam Curie was dedicated to her family, husband as well as Science. No doubt Mr. Curie was the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They are only 0.5 % on the earth and the good examples  of equality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/9275447-111051680464694307?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111051680464694307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111051680464694307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111051680464694307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111051680464694307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/useless-gender-equality-flags.html' title='Useless gender equality flags'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111043343025650389</id><published>2005-03-10T11:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-10T11:13:50.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How many “points out of 100” would you give to Budget 2005?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;The Budget 2005 has been presented.&lt;br /&gt;Politicians and journalist have many things to say. These all are their view.&lt;br /&gt;But what we need is “Public itself should speak and give comments from her side”. Afterall finally it is public who is going to be worst affected from the budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Does this budget justify with the agriculture and farmer of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;India&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is this budget capable to check the increasing price?&lt;br /&gt;Does the problem of unemployment and poverty is addressed in this budget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So let us sit again and discuss on it in the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; sitting of Manthan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#cc0033;"&gt;Subject: “Budget 2005 hamari najar me.”&lt;br /&gt;Date: 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; march, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Time: 11 A.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: India Gate (Left side of the way from India gate to Rashtrapati Bhawan Just out side the Inner circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Activities:&lt;br /&gt;We will discuss on the budget and give marks from our side. (If we give 100 marks to our dream budget. Then how much marks would we like to give to budget 2005?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Hope to see you there on the spot at 11 o’clock. A.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Please come with all your bullets and guns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Thanks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(On Behalf of Manthan)&lt;a href="http://nationalpanchayat.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-many-points-out-of-100-would-you.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nationalpanchayat.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-many-points-out-of-100-would-you.html"&gt;Original Post &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9275447-111043343025650389?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111043343025650389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111043343025650389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111043343025650389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111043343025650389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-many-points-out-of-100-would-you.html' title='How many “points out of 100” would you give to Budget 2005?'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111017839709169443</id><published>2005-03-07T12:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:23:17.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When someone hates you</title><content type='html'>Human’s short life, and long journey.&lt;br /&gt;Rich in resources, soul at poverty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your desires, despairs, fortune and fate.&lt;br /&gt;Why you worry, when someone hates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the best creatures of Pottery.&lt;br /&gt;Transparent mirrors, without glittery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love expects equally love back,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the necessity for the hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haters help you to improve the shape.&lt;br /&gt;Love them equally, before it’s too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-111017839709169443?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111017839709169443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111017839709169443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111017839709169443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111017839709169443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-someone-hates-you.html' title='When someone hates you'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-111003229596345979</id><published>2005-03-05T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-05T19:48:15.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogging - Hinglish Vs. Hindi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing I saw weeks ago that the group of language specific bloggers exists , the Hindi bloggers. The thing which attracted me there is the same cordial approach of the north Indian families and respect. The people are really helpful and sharing the ideas and thoughts like childhood friends. Which I am missing in my English blogger’s community where the names are never added ‘ji’ at last not comes the question of adding ‘bhai’ or ‘bahan’ at the end of the name. One apparent reason is the English does not know the language of respect nor it has much thing for it. Second reason is even the Indian culture lover when wear the veil of English talk in uncomfortable manner. I don’t intend to hurt any English blogger but simple would like to suggest that go and see most of the bloggers who are residing far from the mainland but still have attached with invisible strings and the strong Indian sense in their Hindi blogging. It’s pity that the Indians living in the mainland miss this goodness. The persons there are well established technical and literary professionals and behave in a quiet friendly approach which seems that their words coming from some north Indian streets and carelessly straight from the heart. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Learn this thing my English bloggers and make such a community here too. Even if you cannot write in Indian languages on net at least support the Indian culture and etiquette here too, at least I love that.&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/9275447-111003229596345979?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/111003229596345979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=111003229596345979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111003229596345979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/111003229596345979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/blogging-hinglish-vs-hindi.html' title='Blogging - Hinglish Vs. Hindi'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-110999404076060897</id><published>2005-03-05T09:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-05T09:16:08.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WANTED - Gmail invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see  many of the email-ids with gmail extension. Everyone is praising it. Some tell its spam free, it’s easy and others  tell it’s rich in space. Some are telling there are n-invitations remaining. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me poor fellow’s every attempt failed to create an account of my own. Any way these Google guys have made it some business strategy&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Poor Microsoft have given hotmail space of only 10 MB ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So now a days managing hotmail&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and yahoo is becoming difficult for me. If someone has a single invitation remaining in gmail please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;ई-मेल के लिए जीमेल का एक अकाउंट मुझे भी दिलवाकर लिफ्ट करवा दें । &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/9275447-110999404076060897?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/110999404076060897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=110999404076060897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110999404076060897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110999404076060897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/wanted-gmail-invitation.html' title='WANTED - Gmail invitation'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-110994419933855203</id><published>2005-03-04T19:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-04T19:22:28.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>मधुमक्खी</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;मधुमक्खी का एक छत्ता था ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;मधुघट वहाँ पर एक रक्खा था ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;पता नहीं कैसे आग लगी वहाँ,&lt;br /&gt;खोने लगा फिर सबका जहां ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;सफेद मोम का दिखने लगा डेरा,&lt;br /&gt;मगर छोङ न सके फिर वो बसेरा ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;मक्खी नहीं, सब डंक वाले मधुमक्खी,&lt;br /&gt;फिर रसों से मधुघट भरते जाऐँगे ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;कोई स्वार्थ नहीं, मधु घानी चलाऐंगे ,&lt;br /&gt;सब मिलकर गुँजनेवाला धुन गाऐंगे ।&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/9275447-110994419933855203?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/110994419933855203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=110994419933855203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110994419933855203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110994419933855203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_04.html' title='मधुमक्खी'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-110976812186674531</id><published>2005-03-02T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:07:45.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>अनुगूँज 7 : बचपन का मेरा सीकिंया मीत</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;इंद्रजी का आमंत्रण के &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;प्रत्युतर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt; में विलंब का प्रश्न ही कहाँ उठता है। शीर्षक तो ऐसा दे रखा है कि कलम ( की-बोर्ड - मुहावरे में बदलाव की आवश्यकता है) तोङकर लिखने को मन करता है । कलम की बात से याद आया, अभी जिस तरह से गोली-लेखनी ( बाल-पेन ) का&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;चलन है , वैसा आपके या मेरे बचपन में नहीं हुआ करता था । अभी तो लिखो-फेको का जमाना है , या फिर जेल-पेन नहीं मिला तो छोटकु नाराज । भविष्य के बच्चे शाय़द इस तरह जिद्दी नहीं होंगे , सीधे की-बोर्ड पर हाथ साफ करेगें । सैकङों फोंट की सहायता से उसका सुलेख देखने लायक होगा । चाहे कुछ भी हो , आज बचपन का मेरा बेजान सीकिंया मीत पेंसिल के बारे में कहना चाहूँगा । बीती बिसारना नहीं चाहता हूँ, जिसके कारण मैं आज यहाँ हूँ ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="HI"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://pnarula.com/images/akshargram/anugunj.jpg" alt="Akshargram Anugunj" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="HI"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;बात उन दिनों की है जब मैं एल.के.जी. या यु.के.जी. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;में पङता था, उस समय बाल-पेन का तो कोई प्रश्न ही नहीं उठता था । पेन भी नही मिलता था मुझे ,सो दूसरों का देखकर ललचा जाता था । ऐसी बात नहीं की गरीबी थी , हम तीनों भाई &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt; बहन में मैं ज्यादा भुल्लकर था । आज कलम दिया कि दो दिन में गायब । सो पेन बंद और रुल-पेंसिल (एच.बी.) चालु हो गया । जब नया पुरा लंबा पेंसिल भी खो दिया तब पेंसिल काट कर दिया जाने लगा । मैं तो महान था ही , हमारे क्लास के सहपाठियों में भी विद्यार्थियों के सारे गुण अलग &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt; अलग परिमाणों में रहे होंगे । मेरे बको ध्यानम् का फायदा दुसरे किसी कि काक चेष्टा को मिलता होगा । नियमतः एक दिन आधा कटा हुआ पेंसिल भी गायब हो गया । माँ के धैर्य का बाँध टुट गया । माँ थोङा गुस्साकर एक अनोखा उपाय ढुँढ निकाली । मुझे काला धागे का बङा रील लाने को कही &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;। कई धागे को मिलाकर पतला डोरा बनायी। मैं आज्ञाकारी बालक की तरह सामने खङा था । माँ मुझे कमीज उपर करने को कही और उसी धागे से कमर का नाप ली &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;। &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;आधा कटा हुआ पेंसिल लाकर पेंसिल के दूसरे छोर पर खाँच बनायी । अब धागे को कमर में बाँध दी । बाँधने के बाद लंबा सा धागा झुल रहा था । माँ धागे को पेंसिल के खाचें में बाँध दी और पेंसिल डाल दी पाकेट में । जा बेटा , तेरा पेंसिल अब नहीं खोएगा । स्कुल जाने लगा वैसे ही । क्लास में लिखते समय पेंसिल को बाहर कर लिखता उसी तरह से धागा से बँधा हुआ । कुछ दिन ऐसे ही चला , हाँ खेलते समय झट से पेंसिल बाहर आ जाता और फट से मैं भी उसे भीतर कर लेता । मैं ठहरा खोजी रचनात्मक दिमागी । फिर एक दिन मैंने पता कर ही लिया कि माँ की पेंसिल में गांठ लगाने की क्या विधि है । बस और क्या था , खेलने से पहले मैंने नख-दंत की सहायता से उसे खोल लिया, और दौङ पङा उन्मुक्त मैदान की और । खुल जा सिम-सिम तो सीख लिया था लेकिन बाँधने का गांठ मंत्र न सीखा। अक्कर &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt; बक्कर का मंत्र पढा, मतलब किसी तरह से गाँठ लगाकर फिर पेंसिल को पाकेट में डाल लिया । अब अपना बाँधा हुआ गाँठ न तो खोल सकता था न ही पेंसिल के खाँच पर वह फिट ही बैठा , थोङा ढीला सा लग रहा था । डाँट पङेगी इसलिए माँ को कहा भी नहीं। मगर होनी को कौन रोक सकता है । एक दिन माँ जान ली की मेरा पेंसिल फिर खो गया है।&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;मैं तो निश्चित था कि फिर बँधा पेंसिल कमर की डोरी में और ज्यादा गाँठे पङेगी , मार भी पङ सकती है । मगर आशा के विपरीत, इस बार माँ चेतावनी देकर नयी&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;पेंसिल हाथ में दे दी । भगवान को तो पता नहीं धन्यवाद दिया की नहीं ,मगर माँ के पास पेंसिल न खोने की कसम खायी ।उसके बाद से बहुत हद तक सुधर गया था मैं ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;मगर आपलोग तो जानते ही हैं कि कसम तोङने के लिए भी होते हैं । भाई साहब , अभी तक पुरी तरह नहीं सुधरा हूँ । कभी कीमती कलम खोने पर याद आ जाती है कमर की काली डोरी । अगर मोबाइल फोन और कंपनी आई.डी. कार्ड की तरह पैन लटकाने का प्रचलन हो तो पक्का पैन लटकाकर चलुँगा । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="HI" style="font-family:Mangal;"&gt;मेरा पार्कर पेन कमीज के पाकेट से झांककर यह सब स्क्रीन पर लिखता देखकर खुश हो रहा होगा । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;मगर कान में एक बात धीरे से कहूँ इंद्रजी , बचपन का अधकटा पेंसिल सबसे कीमती था ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-110976812186674531?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/110976812186674531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=110976812186674531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110976812186674531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110976812186674531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/7.html' title='अनुगूँज 7 : बचपन का मेरा सीकिंया मीत'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-110972922189693786</id><published>2005-03-02T07:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-02T07:42:51.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>अनुगूँज ६: चमत्कार या संयोग ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;हमारे घर का वातावरण धार्मिक किस्म का है । टीन एज में नास्तिक बनने का मेरा जुझारु प्रयास टाँय-टाँय फिस्स हो गया था । जिनको आप अधिक चाहते है, उनसे ही झगङा भी ज्यादा होता है, वरना सङक के अजनबी से कौन झगङता है । माँ की चेतावनी सच हो गयी थी । काफी ठोकरें खाकर कुछ अज्ञात, अदृश्य सर्वशक्तिमान पर भरोसा हो गया । &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;खैर मैं वो प्रसंग कहने जा रहा हूँ,जिसका मिलता जुलता शीर्षक अनुगूँज ने पहले ही दे रखा है ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akshargram.com/2005/02/18/182/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pnarula.com/images/akshargram/anugunj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Mangal;"  lang="HI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;माँ अब बहुत कम ही उपवास रख पाती है । सरकारी स्कुलों की बढती जिम्मेदारियाँ और स्वास्थ्य की विवशताओं के कारण प्रभु से क्षमा प्रार्थना कर लेती है । फिर हमेशा की तरह , उस दिन उसने अपने अभीष्ट देवी की पुजा की। सुबह अभीष्ट देवी की पुजा कर वह तैयार होकर स्कुल जाने लगी । पुजा के बाद पहले प्रसाद गौ माता को देने की विधि है । समयाभाव के कारण पवित्र प्रसाद वह साथ ही लेकर स्कुल जाने लगी । चुँकि रास्ते में बहुत सारी गाऐं मिल जाती है , उन्हें प्रसाद खिलाकर फिर स्कुल में खुद प्रसाद ग्रहण करना चाहती थी । सो प्रसाद का डब्बा माँ अपने बैग में ले ली । उस दिन सुबह बारिश भी हुई थी इसलिए घर के सामने, सङक के किनारे थोङा पानी जमा हो गया था । एक गाय वहीं पर पानी पी रही थी । माँ उसके पास खङी हो गयी&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;और उसके सिर उठाने का&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;इंतजार करने लगी । मगर पानी पीकर वह फिर घास खाने लगी , इंतजार के बाद एक बार भी सिर नहीं उठाया । माँ दुखित हो गयी , क्योंकि घर से निकलते ही प्रथम अनुरोध अस्वीकार सा हो गया । निराश होकर वह आगे बढ चली, यह सोचकर कि किसी दुसरे गाय को खिला देगी । 10 -15 कदम बढी ही थी कि एक छोटा बछङा सामने आकर खङा हो गया । फिर अपने माथे से माँ के साथ खेलने लगा । पहले तो माँ ने उस बछङे को पुचकार कर अलग करना चाहा , मगर वो भी जिद्दी ही निकला । मेरे जैसे बछङे की माँ हो या उस बछङे की माँ , हरेक माँ को उपर वाले ने छठी ज्ञानेन्द्रिय दे रखी है । वह समझ गयी कि वह कुछ माँग रहा है , सो यह जानकर भी कि इतना छोटा बछङा नहीं खा सकता है , वह प्रसाद से एक दाना लेकर उसके मुँह में देने लगी । वो गाय जिसने पहले सिर नहीं उठाया था, उस बछङे की माँ थी । अब वो सब देख रही थी । बछङे को मेरी माँ के पास देखकर जल्दी- जल्दी गौ भी वहाँ पहूँच गयी । और सिर उठाकर वो भी शायद प्रसाद माँगने लगी । एक माँ की भाषा दुसरी माँ समझ गयी ।&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;प्रसाद खिलाते समय कुछ नीचे गिरे दाने को गौ ने देखा तक नहीं । बाकी प्रसाद गौ ने बङे प्रेम से खा लिया । गिरे हुए चने को माँ चुनकर फिर एक कागज में रख ली, धोकर खाने के लिए । शायद बछङे का अपना उद्देश्य प्राप्त हो गया था , सो वह दूर जाकर उछल रहा था । आखिर कभी कोई मुक जन्तु भी मनुष्य के मन की भाषा समझ सकता है क्या । कोई इसे संयोग कहे या आस्था या फिर दैवीय चमत्कार लेकिन जो कहा, वह सच है ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-110972922189693786?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/110972922189693786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=110972922189693786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110972922189693786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110972922189693786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_02.html' title='अनुगूँज ६: चमत्कार या संयोग ?'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-110965221322846606</id><published>2005-03-01T10:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:13:33.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>मैं पास अभी सिर्फ शब्द हैं ।</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;जब मै अकेला हो जाता हूँ,&lt;br /&gt;तुम साथी बनकर आते हो ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;जब अंधेरा छाने लगता है,&lt;br /&gt;तुम दीपक एक जलाते हो ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;जब मन प्रश्न एक पुछता है,&lt;br /&gt;प्रत्युत्तर तत्क्षण बताते हो ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;जब आत्मा कुछ माँगती है,&lt;br /&gt;तुम गठरी खोलकर देते हो ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;जब उद्देश्यहीन मैं भटकता हूँ,&lt;br /&gt;तुम दूर खङे होकर बुलाते हो ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family: Mangal; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" lang="HI"&gt;जब भ्रम कोई मन में होता है,&lt;br /&gt;तुम सत्य का दर्शन कराते हो ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-110965221322846606?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/110965221322846606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=110965221322846606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110965221322846606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110965221322846606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='मैं पास अभी सिर्फ शब्द हैं ।'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-110955701285112219</id><published>2005-02-28T07:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-28T07:46:52.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bihari – the write thing - 6 (लोग–तंत्र, – झुलो और झुलाओ)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;बचपन में सरकारी स्कुल के हम पढाकु कुछ युँ भी खेला करते थे । दो लङके दो तरफ खङे हो जाते और बीच मे एक तीसरे कम वजन के लङके को हाथ-पैर पकङ कर झुलाते रहते । फिर झुलाते समय ये पंक्तियाँ भी गाते रहते ,&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;तोहरे मइयों ना झुलेलको ,&lt;br /&gt;तोहरे बापो ना झुलेलको,&lt;br /&gt;तोहरे हमहीं झुलैछी रे&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;।।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;हमारे बिहार की हालत भी कुछ ऐसी ही हो गयी है । जाहिर है कि मेरा कविमन एक लाइन और जोङना चाहता है ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;बिहारी तोहरे किस्मत फेरो झुलेलको रे ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;चुनाव से नजदीकी रुप से जुङे रहने एवं पद की गरिमा बनाए रखने के लिए मैं ज्यादा बोलना नहीं चाहता । लेकिन गजब होता है जब जितने वाले उम्मीदवार के बटन को 30 प्रतिशत वोटर भी नहीं टिपना चाहते । कोई बात नहीं, बहुमतेव-जयते , आशानुरुप परिणाम भी आ गए । देवाशीष जी, लगता है, एग्जिट पोल की कंपनी खोलना नुकसानदेह नहीं है । बिहार में बहुराष्ट्रीय कंपनियों के लिए माहौल बन रहा है , सुस्वागतम् का नवोदय विद्यालय वाला गीत याद आने पर गाऊँगा । लेकिन एक प्रोबलम है । लालटेन धीमा हो गया है, कमल खिला मगर पुरा नहीं , तीर अंधेरे मे लगा नहीं, हाथ की कलाई कमजोर हो गयी। स्वतंत्र उम्मीदवारों के लिए आशा का किरण नहीं, चकाचक हैलोजेन लैंप जल रहा है । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;विकट परिस्थिति में,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;मिसाइल मैन अगर यहाँ लाँच &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt; पैड स्थापित करे तो विकास-पक्षेपास्त्र का एक और श्रेय उनको मिलेगा, मगर यह लज्जाजनक स्थिति होगी । तन ढकने को कपङा नहीं है , नहीं तो घुँघट काढने में ही भलाई है हमारी। &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Mangal;" lang="HI"&gt;कुछ भी हो हवा का रुख बदल रहा है।&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;मगर ठीक से पता नहीं चल रहा है ये पुरिया है कि पछिया । पवन दिशामापी चक्कर काट रहा है । मेरा माथा भी इसी यंत्र में फँसा हुआ है । फँसे रहने का शौक नहीं है मुझे , असल में समझ में नहीं आता है कि नये स्टाइल का बहुदलीय लोकतंत्र किस कोण से बहुजन हितार्थ है । भारत या उसका बच्चा बिहार &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;और उसका लोग-तंत्र क्या ऐसे ही खादी के पालने में झुलता रहेगा। क्रांतिकारी गंभीर चिंतन-मनन कर ही रहा था कि बेचारा नौकर बगल में आकर खङा हो गया, हाथ में खाली गैलन लेकर । मिट्टी के तेल लाना था , सो मैनें 45 रूपये दे दिए , सिर्फ 1 लीटर &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;लाने के लिए ।&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/9275447-110955701285112219?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/110955701285112219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=110955701285112219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110955701285112219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110955701285112219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/02/bihari-write-thing-6.html' title='Bihari – the write thing - 6 (लोग–तंत्र, – झुलो और झुलाओ)'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-110947858480604169</id><published>2005-02-27T09:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-27T09:59:44.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometime Heads - sometime Tails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Time have the tendency to change the direction of wind. Like the direction of changing wind the one person’s need of other also changes. I have seen several instance in my life when the needy and donor interchanged the role. But it’s against my principal to take revenge in such case someone hurts/ignores me.  But nature has his own rule above any one's principals. I am giving a fresh instance of it.&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Coin tossed  &gt;&gt; Head&lt;br /&gt;In a bank or any office, I am against the backdoor works, when people will go to the backdoor and get the work done earlier than the persons standing in queue. Although the office, I belong have an upper hand to get the work done earlier even at the backdoor. Once for some draft making I was in a queue may be at 9 or 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; position. The person sitting on the counter was working with the cheques and other papers coming from the backdoor. It became more than half an hour to push 3 positions in the queue. Like every body else I too was getting late, so I told him who was looking the age of my father or less “Uncleji  jara jaldi kijeye na”(Uncle, please  fasten the work). “Hum aapke uncle kab se ho gaye – Line mein lage rahiye” (Since when I became your uncle? Stand in line only.), came the prompt reply. The  persons standing in front of me as well as back since half an hour like victims of queue standers,  did not have courage to tell him anything to stop the back door works, but they got a good chance to smile at me. I kept silent. Actually in that bank I have many persons close to me and also from my colony, to them I call bhaiya (elder brother) or uncle. In that pattern only I did mistake of calling him uncle. It was a shameful moment for me again for my easy tendency of being informal.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Coin tossed &gt;&gt; Tail&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was announcing the names of counting duty personals, where distribution of honorarium and appointment letter were handed over. The peoples were mostly bank staffs. I was announcing the name of the person one by one and they were taking their honorarium. Some were coming in mid way telling their urgency “Sir, mujhe jaldi jana hai, mujhe ***  kaam hai” (Sir I have hurry , I have to do *** works). To very few people’s requests, I complied. As an effect afterwards this kind of frequency increased and it’s became impractical to comply with more such requests. But people were coming and taking their honorarium according to names being announced mostly. Suddenly a person came to my table and started searching his appointment letter from the bunch kept there ‘without his name being announced’. He found out space in between the three persons already near to table.  Names were being called serially without any bias. Now the person’s manner crossed all limits. Seeing the letters arrangement was being disturbed, I looked at the person. He was the same person from that bank (who was not my uncle).  I was sure that he must not remember me because that day he was sitting down inside the cabin and I was far back in the line. The words of hurting or inspiration is remembered much longer time if it touches one’s heart line so the face of the person.  Honorarium was a paltry sum of money being given. But he seemed most hurried and also started searching for other’s appointment letters along with his own. I could have scolded him for his manner or could have made fun of him to give him a lesson back. But I thought I was there to serve the all others people sitting there too. In that busy hour, when others were awaiting anxiously for their name to be announced, I restrained from any such adverse mood and let him finish his aim and told my co-workers to give him money. After getting the things he left the table and I continued announcing the names.&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I was feeling pity on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-110947858480604169?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/110947858480604169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=110947858480604169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110947858480604169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110947858480604169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/02/sometime-heads-sometime-tails.html' title='Sometime Heads - sometime Tails'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-110933708183171187</id><published>2005-02-25T09:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-25T18:41:21.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do you take your mother for granted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course you do, like everyone every one else. When you are sick or need something, you turn instinctively to your mother. But as soon as things are all right, you find her fussy and irritating. This is a very natural, but you need to remember that your mother is the best thing in your life. She is the one who loves you unconditionally and will always want to best for you, no matter how you behave. In fact, ironically, she is only one you can actually take granted. She expects nothing in return from you, but it would be nice if sometimes you showed her how much you appreciated her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Compiled from TeleKids( Date : 20 January, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9275447-110933708183171187?l=prempiyush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/110933708183171187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=110933708183171187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110933708183171187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/110933708183171187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/02/do-you-take-your-mother-for-granted.html' title='Do you take your mother for granted?'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
