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I always smile,
The reason is you.
When you are away,
I always miss you.
Anything i think,
Is known by you.
whenever in need,
The need is you.
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Computer : Male or Female?


Once a Spanish teacher was explaining to the class that in Spanish, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine, unlike English.

'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la casa.' 
'Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.' 

A student asked, "What gender is a 'computer' then?"

Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether a 'computer' should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation. 

The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the feminine gender ('la computadora'), because: 
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic; 
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;  
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and  
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it. 

The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ('el computador'), because: 
1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on; 
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves; 
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they are the problem; and  
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model. 


Needless to say, the women won!

Special Note: What better way than to end the year on a humorous note. ;) So i guess i'll see you all in 2011, a very crucial year for me! Wish you all a very happy & idyllic 2011!



from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Friday, December 31, 2010 1 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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As I walk through the rain........

I thought to write on some romantic topic so i chose Rain but couldn't make it romantic as i went through a different aspect of it. What if GOD were crying and I am walking "through" the rain. Instead reading this prologue, it will be better to go through this one and tell how it was?


Why are YOU crying GOD?
It'll all be okay.
Sad things happen,
Almost every single day.


We'll wake up tomorrow,
And we'll have to live on.
No matter the danger,
Our lives will go on.

I'll look at the sky,
As the sun disappears.
knowing You're looking down,
While I'm wondering why I'm here.


The rain hits my face,
But I wont turn away.
Knowing You're here,
Makes me want to stay.


But I'll just keep walking,
As the rain hits my face.
Making me uncomfortable,
Instead of feeling YOUR embrace.

Are YOU even there GOD?
  I wish that YOU would just stay.
Just to show me a sign,
And to make everything okay.

Are YOU there GOD?
As i go through my day.
Looking out this window,
Alone with nothing else to say.


Just show me a sign,
Just show me the way.
I'll follow YOU any day,
As i walk through the rain.

from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Sunday, December 26, 2010 2 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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Labels: confidence, faith, god, rain, walk

Speak up for every child's right to education


Click on the image to get redirected to the original site....



from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Tuesday, December 21, 2010
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Team Work

Got this image in the buzz from my friend. Found this post really interesting so just re-shared it here. It just give a pretty message about team work.[:)]





from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Monday, December 13, 2010
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Terror strikes Varanasi

Ganga Aarti at Varanasi ghats,
Pic of Holy Aarti of Ganga at famous Dashashwamedh Ghar
"Terrorism should be outlawed universally.
We should have true international co-operation to combat terrorism."
(French President Nicolas Sarkozy - Press conference in Mumbai Dec. 7, 2010)
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Last evening (Tuesday) a bomb hidden in a milk container exploded at Sheetla Ghat killing a two year old little girl and left many people wounded among the thousands of devotees and tourists who came to celebrate Ganga aarti.
The ceremony is a daily ritual in Varanasi (Benaras), the holiest city in the Hindu religion, during which priests and others light oil lamps, ring bells and chant prayers to worship the Ganges.
The force of the explosion ripped away a metal railing and damaged stones up to 60 metres away.
The Police said they defused two more bombs in the city.
The terror group Indian Mujahedeen allegedly claimed responsibility for the blast in an email to several media outlets.
This attack clearly meant to coincide with the anniversary of Babri Masjid demolition a day earlier. 
It was the fourth bomb attack in Varanasi in the past five years but no one here seems to be panicking.
Life has to carry on, showing those terrorists that they are nothing but cowards, away from God.
I decided not to show any image of the place where this tragedy happened but to upload this picture  with happy children smiling.
Those smiles are our future and the best weapon in order to answer this ignominy
 

from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Thursday, December 09, 2010
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No Pain No Gain


I received an e-mail from on of my schoolmate few days ago. This was too inspiring and meaningful. Finally this had a message for everyone of us applicable in our normal life.

Accept the Pain, Future will be Fruitful… 

Don't feel the work you are doing is pain, because there will be always a 
reason for that pain or work. 

So face the pain, for the pain you face, there will be definitely happiness ahead.

Just view the complete slideshow below having a story in the form of 13 images.





from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Wednesday, December 08, 2010
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Dev Deepawali : Welcoming Gods



This time I am 12 days late to tell a story of an enlightened festival Dev Deepawali(Ganga Snaan). But now after 12 days here I am with some views and pics of my holy city Benaras.
By the way this is my b'day on this occasion [:)] according to Hindu Panchaang. That feels blessed [:)].




Dev Diwali is observed on the full moon day (Purnima) in the month of Kartik in a traditional Hindu calendar and is the Diwali of the Devas or Gods.












Dev Diwali, or Dev Deepawali, as the name indicates is the Diwali celebration of the Devas.It is believed that Lord Vishnu returned to Vaikuntha, his abode on this day after the Vamana incarnation and visiting King Bali.Another legend has it that Lord Shiva killed the three demons, who were killing the Devas and humans, and destroyed the three cities built by them on this day.
  
 


In the evening under the full moon reflecting in the holy waters each ghat is performing Ganga Aarti with vedic hymns chanted by priests in order to please and welcome the Gods and the people of the city started lighting up the many candles for this special evening.

 






Dev Diwali marks the end of the fortnight of Diwali celebrations and a major event on the day is the lighting of Diyas (lamps) during night after the moon is sighted. These lamps are lit as a mark of welcome to the Gods as it is believed that they descend on earth on that special day.


 




 Dev Diwali, celebrated on the fifteenth day of Diwali, is a tribute to river Ganga by the people of Varanasi and is observed with fireworks, great fanfare and feasts at every ghat along the holy waters of the Ganges.






from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Friday, December 03, 2010 2 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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Labels: Dev Deepawali, Festival, Indian Traditions, Varanasi

Spark

One of my friend sent a part of speech of Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis via text message . Its just not a crap you hear every time in fair well functions by chief guests. Its truly inspirational and encouraging. Although this is a fraction of whole of speech but the most important ones.




Don’t just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful.
Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.

There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.

Life is one of those races in nursery school, where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and
relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.

One last thing about nurturing the spark – don’t take life seriously. Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years.
And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It’s ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.  




from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Monday, November 29, 2010 4 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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Labels: confidence, happiness, life

Engineer and Manager : They exactly know each other :)

A man was flying in a hot air balloon and realizes he is lost. He reduces height and spots a man down below. He lowers the balloon further and shouts, "Excuse me. Can you help me? I promised my friend I would meet him half an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."
The man below says, "Yes, you are in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 40 feet above this field. You are between 46 & 48 degrees N latitude and between 52 & 56 degrees W. longitude."

"You must be an engineer," says the balloonist.

"I am," replies the man. "How did you know?"

"Well," says the balloonist, "everything you have told me is technically correct but I have no idea what to make of your information and the fact is I am still lost."

The man below says, "You must be a Manager"

"I am," replies the balloonist, "but how did you know?"

"Well," says the man below, "you don't know where you are or where you are going. You have made a promise which you have no idea how to keep and you expect me to solve your problem. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met but now it is somehow my fault."
 

P.S.- copied from a buzz of my friend

from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Sunday, November 28, 2010 0 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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India's Cellphone Revolution

 

This is a picture of a sadhu shot along the holy waters of the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
India has a capacity of keeping its traditions while adjusting to modernity.
In the oldest living city in the world everything seems to stay still and some people might only see static images frozen in time however after giving a second glance it is easy to realize that even there things are in the midst of constant change.
Revolutions come slow but life changes fast and in the instant this holy man with a naked body, long matted hair and beard, appears wearing his mobile phone among religious symbols such as rudraksh beads necklaces.
The contrast says so much about today's India, a country that manages to live in several centuries at the same time.

India tax policies keep telecommunications costs low and therefore it is cheap for people to call on their cellphones.
This cellphone revolution is not only an economic transformation for the most affluent, but a change in the social classes allowing people who in the old days would not even have dreamed to have a land line number to stay connected..


from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Monday, November 22, 2010 0 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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Labels: Cellphone, India. Benaras, Revolution, Society, Varanasi

So cute......dats love at first sight





from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Saturday, November 20, 2010 1 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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Jumbos and ironhorses - a deadly conflict

India's elephants are its heritage animals. But on ‘B Line’ railway tracks passing through the Walayar forest in Palakkad they are in the path of more powerful beasts - trains. Many are struck and killed with ghastly regularity. These rare images provide a glimpse of the unwary animals ambling across the curved tracks.



DANGER ZONE: 
Many train drivers are unaware of the presence of jumbos in a particular area. The Elephant Task Force has recommended that such areas be identified with clear markings to help the drivers.


 BLISSFULLY UNAWARE: 
 A wild elephant crosses the railway track. This area near the Palakkad pass of the Western Ghats is a corridor for elephants.


IN HARM's WAY: 
A herd of elephants crosses the `B Line' railway track at Walayar forest in Palakkad. Numerous elephants die each year in train hits in different states.


FACE TO FACE:  
An elephant stands on the track. Often, the unhurried animals have no time to react when a train approaches fast.


MOVING ON: 
Levelling the ground to remove steep embankments and enable smooth passage of elephants is another measure suggested by the Elephant Task Force  

courtsey:
Images are from daily news-paper : THE HINDU
Photos : P.S.Ashok

from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Wednesday, November 17, 2010 0 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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Because laughter is the best medicine


1) Long back, a person who sacrificed his sleep, forgot his family, forgot his food, Forgot laughter were called "Saints", But now they are called.. "IT professionals"

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2) An interesting line written at the back of a Biker's T Shirt : "If you are able to see this, please tell me that my girlfriend has fallen off" 
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3) Most Relationships fail not because of the absence of love..
Love is always present.. Its just that, One loves too much, And the other loves too many.
 
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4) Employee: Boss, Now I have got married..! Please increase my salary!
BOSS: Factory is not responsible for accidents occurring outside the company!
 
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5) Philosophy of life
At the beginning of married life, every gal treats her husband as GOD,
Later on somehow the alphabets got reversed..!
 
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6) What is a Fear?
Fear is the Deep, Wrenching feeling in your stomach
When pages of your book still smell new and Just few hours left for your exams..!
 
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7) Useful
Someone has rightly said, "A fool can ask More questions that a wise man cannot answer"
No Wonder why so many of us speechless when lecturers ask question..!
 
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8) Girl: Do you have Cards with sentimental Love quotes?
Shopkeeper: Oh sure..@! How about this card, it says "To the only boy I ever loved.!"
Girl: That's good, Give me 12 of them..!
 
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9) After reading the form filled by an applicant.. The employer said: " WE do have an... opening for you..! "
Applicant: What is it?
Interviewer: Its called the "door..!"
 
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10) A Banner cum Sign Board In front of an IT company..
Drive Slowly, Don't kill our Employee..... Leave them to us.

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from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Wednesday, November 17, 2010 0 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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The coins we use daily..

Indian coins are mainly produced in 4 cities :

1. Delhi
2. Mumbai
3. Hyderabad
4. Kolkata

The production in city puts
an identification mark under the year of issue.
Coins produced in:

1. Delhi - have a dot
2. Mumbai - have a diamond
3. Hyderabad - have a star
4. Kolkata - Nothing beneath the year


Isn’t it amazing?




Most of us don’t know this........
Now put your hand inside your
pocket/ wallet/ purse and check out !!!!


from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Tuesday, November 16, 2010 0 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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Using your brain is strictly prohibited


Question- 
U r in a boat in the middle of river.U have 2 cigarettes & have to light any 1 cigarette. U don't have anything else with u in the boat. How will u do it ?



Answer 



Take 1 cigarette & throw it in the water.So the boat will become LIGHTER.... using this LIGHTER u can light the other Cigarette. 

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Another deadly ans,



U throw a cigarette up & catch it. Catches win Matches. Using this Matches u can light the cigarette.


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If that was not enough, 1 more deadly ans,


take water in your hand & drop it drop by drop(TIP-TIP)
"TIP TIP barsa Pani,Pani ne aag lagayee"us aag se hamne cigarette jalayee.



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If that was not enough even until now, 1 more deadly ans

start praising 1 cigarette, the other will get jealous & jalne lagegi.


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another answer :  

Lighting the Cigarette Rajnikanth way

Throw the cigarette so high into the sky that on it's way down 'cause of the earth's atmosphere , it catches fire . . .. :P :P

from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Tuesday, November 16, 2010 0 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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Kahaan gaye wo din......Kahaan gayi wo baaten


Today is children day.Just felt like to post something to re-earn those priceless memories.All those funny days with friends and all that.The days of joy, the days of school [:)]
Some days ago there was Alumni meet in my school but unfortunately i could not attend it.[:(]
But it feel really good when you meet your old mates after a long time..
Some lines are here just to summarize and visualize the past we had, the past we are missing a lot....



рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХा реЫрдоाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा,
реЩुрд╢िрдпों рдХा рдЦреЫाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा ।
рдЪाрд╣рдд рдЪाँрдж рдХो рдкाрдиे рдХी,
рджिрд▓ рддिрддрд▓ी рдХा рджीрд╡ाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा ।
рдЦрдмрд░ рдХुрдЫ рдиा рдеी рд╕ुрдмрд╣ рдХी,
рдиा рд╢ाрдоों рдХा рдаिрдХाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा ।
рдердХ рд╣ाрд░ рдХрд░ рдЖрдиा рд╕्рдХूрд▓ рд╕े,
реЮिрд░ рдЦेрд▓рдиे рднी рдЬाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा ।
рджाрджी рдХी рдХрд╣ाрдиिрдпाँ рд╣ोрддी рдеी,
рдкрд░िрдпों рдХा реЮрд╕ाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा ।
рдмाрд░िрд╢ рдоें рдХाрдЧреЫ рдХी рдХрд╢्рддी рдеी,
рд╣рд░ рдоौрд╕рдо рд╕ुрд╣ाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा ।
рд╣рд░ рдЦेрд▓ рдоें рд╕ाрдеी рд╣ोрддे рдеे,
рд╣рд░ рд░िрд╢्рддा рдиिрднाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा ।
рдкाрдкा рдбाँрдЯा рдХрд░рддे рдЧрд▓рддी рдкрд░,
рдордо्рдоी рдХा рдордиाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा ।
реЪрдо рдХी реЫुрдмाँ рдиा рд╣ोрддी рдеी,
рдиा реЫрдЦ्рдоों рдХा рдкैрдоाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा ।
рдиा рд░ोрдиे рдХी рд╡реЫрд╣ рд╣ोрддी рдеी,
рдиा рд╣ँрд╕рдиे рдХा рдмрд╣ाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा ।
рдЕрдм рдирд╣ीं рд░рд╣ी рд╡ो реЫिрди्рджрдЧी...
рдЬैрд╕े рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХा реЫрдоाрдиा рд╣ोрддा рдеा ।


Kahaan gaye wo din kahaan gayi wo baaten,
mujhe apna wo bachpan yaad aata hai...
Kehne ko to aage aa gaya hu main bahut,
sabkuch dikhta ab saral hi saral hai...
phir bhi na jane kyon kuch chhoota chhota sa lagta hai
wo kaise din the jab hum masti mein ghooma karte the
wo din the kaise jab hume chinta lesh matra na thi...
mujhe to bas apna  wo bachpan yad aata hai...
                                                       



from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Sunday, November 14, 2010 0 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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рд░ाрдд рдЧрдИ рдмाрдд рдЧрдИ.......рд╣рдо рднूрд▓рддे рдмрд╣ुрдд рдЬрд▓्рджी рд╣ैं ।

рдЖрдЬ рдХी рддाрдЬा рдЦрдмрд░- рдПрдХ рдФрд░ рдмрдб़ा рдШोрдЯाрд▓ा। рд▓рдЧाрдУ рдкुрд░ाрдиे рдкрд░ рддाрд▓ा। рд╣рд░ рдкुрд░ाрдиे рдШोрдЯाрд▓े рдкрд░ рдПрдХ рдирдпा рдШोрдЯाрд▓ा рдРрд╕ा рд╣ी рддाрд▓ा рдаोंрдХ рд░рд╣ा рд╣ै। рдПрдХ рддрд░рд╣ рд╕े рд╣рд░ рдирдпा рдШोрдЯाрд▓ा рдкुрд░ाрдиे рдХो рдиिрдкрдЯाрдиे рдХी рдЪाрдмी рдмрдирддा рдЬा рд░рд╣ा рд╣ै। рд╣рд░ рдирдП рдХे рд╕ाрде рдХुрдЫ рдРрд╕े рд╢рдм्рдж рдЬुрдб़ рдЬाрддे рд╣ैं- рдЕрдм рддрдХ рдХा рд╕рдмрд╕े рдмрдб़ा рдШोрдЯाрд▓ा, рджेрд╢ рдХो рдмेрдЪ рдбाрд▓рдиे рдХा рдЗрд╕рд╕े рдмрдб़ा рдЙрджाрд╣рд░рдг рджूрд╕рд░ा рдирд╣ी, рдЗрддрдиा рд╢рд░्рдорд╕ाрд░ рддो рджेрд╢ рдкрд╣рд▓े рдХрднी рдирд╣ीं рд╣ुрдЖ, рдЗрд╕ рдЦुрд▓ाрд╕े рдиे рджेрд╢ рдХो рдХрд▓ंрдХिрдд рдХрд░ рджिрдпा। рдРрд╕ा рд▓рдЧрддा рд╣ै рдоाрдиो рдЗрд╕рдХे рдкрд╣рд▓े рджेрд╢ рдоें рдЕрдм рддрдХ рдЬो рдШрдЯा рд╡ो рддो рдХुрдЫ рдеा рд╣ी рдирд╣ीं। рдЕрд╕рд▓ рдоें рддाрд▓े рдЙрди рдШोрдЯाрд▓ों рдкрд░ рдирд╣ीं рд╣рдоाрд░ी рдпाрджрджाрд╢्рдд, рд╣рдоाрд░ी рд╕ोрдЪ рд╣рдоाрд░े рд╕рд░ोрдХाрд░ों рдкрд░ рд▓рдЧрддे рд╣ैं। рдХुрдЫ рдШंрдЯो, рджिрдиों рдпा рд╕рдк्рддाрд╣ рднрд░ рдкрд╣рд▓े рддрдХ рд╣рдо рдЬिрд╕ рдоुрдж्рджे рдкрд░ рдШंрдЯों рдШрд░, рджрдл्рддрд░, рдкाрди рдХी рджुрдХाрдиों рдкрд░ рдмрд╣рд╕ рдХрд░рддे рдирдЬрд░ рдЖрддे рдеे। рд░ाрдЬрдиीрддिрдХ рджрд▓ рдкुрддрд▓ा рдлूंрдХ рддрдоाрд╢ा, рдзрд░рдиे, рд░ैрд▓ी, рднाрд╖рдг рдоें рд╡्рдпрд╕्рдд рдеे। рдЬрдирддा рдХी рдЕрджाрд▓рдд рдоें рдРрд╕ा рдоाрд╣ौрд▓ рдмрди рдЬाрддा рдеा рдХि рдЖрд╡ाрдЬ рдиिрдХрд▓рдиे рд▓рдЧрддी рдеी рдХि рдРрд╕े рдШोрдЯाрд▓े рдмाрдЬ рдХो рд╕рд░ेрдЖрдо рдлांрд╕ी рджेрдиी рдЪाрд╣िрдП, рдЪौрд░ाрд╣े рдкрд░ ‘рд╕ाрд░्рд╡рдЬрдиिрдХ рдЕрднिрдиंрджрди рдХрд░рдиा’ рдЪाрд╣िрдП। рджेрд╢рдк्рд░ेрдо рд╕े рднрд░े рд╣рдо рдоुрдЯ्рдаी рддाрдиे, рдЖंрдЦों рдоें рдЦूрди рдЙрддрд░ рдЖрдиे рдХी рд╣рдж рддрдХ рдмрд╣рд╕ рдХрд░рддे рд╣ैं। рдлिрд░ рдЕрдЪाрдирдХ рдПрдХ рдирдпा рдоाрдорд▓ा рдФрд░ рдкुрд░ाрдиा рдЧुрд╕्рд╕ा, рд╡िрд░ोрдз рд╕рдм рд╣рдо рдРрд╕े рдпाрджрджाрд╢्рдд рд╕े рд╣рдЯा рджेрддे рд╣ैं рдЬैрд╕े рджिрдоाрдЧी рдХंрдк्рдпूрдЯрд░ рдХे рдбिрд▓ीрдЯ рдХा рдмрдЯрди рджрдмा рджिрдпा рдЧрдпा рд╣ो। рд╢ाрдпрдж рд╣рдо рднाрд░рддीрдп рд╡िрд░ाрд╕рдд рдоें рдоिрд▓ी рдЗрди рдкंрдХ्рддिрдпों рдХो рднी рдЬीрд╡рди рдоें рдЖрдд्рдорд╕ाрдд рдХрд░ рдЪुрдХे рд╣ैं- рдмीрддी рддाрд╣ि рдмिрд╕ाрд░ рджे।
рдЕрдм рдШोрдЯाрд▓े рдХे рдмрджрд▓рддे рд░ूрдк рдФрд░ рдЙрд╕рдХे рдмрдв़рддे рдХрдж, рдШрдЯрддी рд╢рд░्рдо рдХो рджेрдЦрддे рд╣ैं। рдЕрднी рдХुрдЫ рд╕рдк्рддाрд╣ рдкрд╣рд▓े рддрдХ рдХॉрдордирд╡ेрд▓्рде рдЦेрд▓ों рдХे рдШрдкрд▓े рдкрд░ рдкूрд░ा рджेрд╢ рд╢рд░्рдоिंрджрдЧी рдорд╣рд╕ूрд╕ рдХрд░ рд░рд╣ा рдеा। рдоुрдЦ्рдп рдХрд░्рддाрдзрд░्рддा рд╕ुрд░ेрд╢ рдХрд▓рдоाрдбी рдЦрд▓рдиाрдпрдХ рджिрдЦाрдИ рджे рд░рд╣े рдеे। рдЦेрд▓ рдХे рдЙрдж्рдШाрдЯрди рдоें рднी рдЙрдирдХी рдЬрдордХрд░ рд╣ूрдЯिंрдЧ рд╣ुрдИ। рдкрд░ рд╡े рдкूрд░ी рд╢ाрди рд╕े рд╕ूрдЯ-рдмूрдЯ рдбाрд▓рдХрд░ рдЬрдоे рд░рд╣े। рдмाрд░-рдмाрд░ рдХрд╣ा рдоैं рдмेрджाрдЧ рд╣ूं, рд░рд╣ूंрдЧा। рдпे рдЖрдд्рдорд╡िрд╢्рд╡ाрд╕ рдЙрдирдоें рдеा, рдХ्рдпोंрдХि рд╡े рдмрдб़े рдЦिрд▓ाрдб़ी рдЬрдоे, рддрдкे рд░ाрдЬрдиेрддा рд╣ैं। рд╡े рдЖрдо рднाрд░рддीрдп рдирд╣ीं рд╣ैं рдЬो рджрд░рд╡ाрдЬे рдкрд░ рд╣рд╡рд▓рджाрд░ рдХी рджрд╕्рддрдХ рд╕े рд╣ी рдЦाрдиा-рдкीрдиा рдЫोрдб़ рджेрддा рд╣ै। рдХрд▓рдоाрдбी рдиे рдЖрдиे рд╡ाрд▓ा рдХрд▓ рджेрдЦ рд▓िрдпा рдеा। рд╡े рдиिрд╢्рдЪिंрдд рд░рд╣े рд╣ोंрдЧे рдХि рдПрдХ рдШोрдЯाрд▓ा рдЖрдПрдЧा рдФрд░ рдоेрд░े рдХु-рдХрд░्рдо рд╕рдм рднूрд▓ рдЬाрдПंрдЧे। рд╣рд░ рд╡िрд╡ाрджिрдд рдЖрджрдоी рдХिрд╕ी рдЕрди्рдп рд╡िрд╡ाрджिрдд рдХा рднрд▓ा рд╣ी рдХрд░рддा рд╣ै। рдЬैрд╕े рдЖрдИрдкीрдПрд▓ рдХे рдЧрд╡рд░्рдирд░ рд▓рд▓िрдд рдоोрджी рдХो рд░ाрд╣рдд рджी рдХрд▓рдоाрдбी рдиे рдФрд░ рдХрд▓рдоाрдбी рдХो рдкрдЫाрдб़ рдХрд░ рд╕ाрдордиे рдЖрдП рдирдП рдЦрд▓рдиाрдпрдХ рдорд╣ाрд░ाрд╖्рдЯ्рд░ рдХे рдоुрдЦ्рдпрдоंрдд्рд░ी рдЕрд╢ोрдХ рдЪрд╡्рд╣ाрдг। рдЖрджрд░्рд╢ рд╣ाрдЙрд╕िंрдЧ рд╕ोрд╕ाрдпрдЯी рдШोрдЯाрд▓ा рд▓ेрдХрд░। рджुрдиिрдпा рдоें рд╕ाрд░े рд░िрдХॉрд░्рдб рдЯूрдЯрдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рд╣ी рдмрдирддे рд╣ैं рдФрд░ рдХोрдИ рднी рд╢िрдЦрд░ рдкрд░ рд▓ंрдмे рд╕рдордп рддрдХ рдирд╣ीं рд░рд╣ рд╕рдХрддा। рдРрд╕े рдоें рдШोрдЯाрд▓े рдХे рд╢िрдЦрд░ рдкुрд░ुрд╖ рднी рдмрджрд▓рдиे рд╣ी рд╣ैं। рдЖрдЬрдХрд▓ рддो рд╣ोрдб़ рд▓рдЧी рд╣ै। рдЭाрд░рдЦंрдб рд╕े рдиिрдкрдЯो рддो рдХрд░्рдиाрдЯрдХ рдХा рдиाрдЯрдХ, рд╡рд╣ां рд╕े рдиिрдХрд▓े рддो рдЦेрд▓рдЧांрд╡ рдФрд░ рдЕрдм рдорд╣ाрд░ाрд╖्рдЯ्рд░। рдЕрдЧрд▓े рдХुрдЫ рдорд╣ीрдиे, рд╕рдк्рддाрд╣ рддрдХ рдЕрд╢ोрдХ рдЪрд╡्рд╣ाрдг ‘рдЖрджрд░्рд╢ рдоेрдбрд▓’ рд▓ेрдХрд░ рдШूрдорддे рд░рд╣ेंрдЧे। рджेрд╢ рдХे рдХिрд╕ी рдХोрдиे рдоें, рдХिрд╕ी рджрдл्рддрд░ рдоें рдпा рдХिрд╕ी рд╕рджрди рдоें рдХोрдИ рдирдпा рдШोрдЯाрд▓ेрдмाрдЬ рдЕрд╢ोрдХ рдЪрд╡्рд╣ाрдг рдХो рд░िрдк्рд▓ेрд╕ рдХрд░рдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рджंрдб рдкेрд▓ рд╣ी рд░рд╣ा рд╣ोрдЧा। рдЗंрддрдЬाрд░ рдХрд░िрдП рдЬрд▓्рдж рд╕ाрдордиे рд╣ोрдЧा рдПрдХ рдирдпा рдЖрджрд░्рд╢। рдРрд╕ा рдХि рдЖрдк рднूрд▓ рдЬाрдПंрдЧे рд╕ाрд░ी рдкुрд░ाрдиी рдмाрддें। рдЕрдм рдЬрд░ा рдЙрдирдХो рдпाрдж рдХрд░ рд▓ें рдЬो рдЕрдкрдиे-рдЕрдкрдиे рд╡рдХ्рдд рдоें рдЗрд╕ рдЦेрд▓ рдХे рдорд╣ाрдиाрдпрдХ рд░рд╣ рдЪुрдХे рд╣ैं। рдЖрдИрдкीрдПрд▓ рдХे рдХрд░्рддाрдзрд░्рддा рд▓рд▓िрдд рдоोрджी рдкрд░ рдПрдХ рд╕ाрде рдХрдИ рдЬांрдЪ рдХрдоेрдЯिрдпों рдиे рдирдХेрд▓ рдХрд╕рдиे рдХा рджिрдЦाрд╡ा рдХिрдпा। рдмाрд╡рдЬूрдж рдЙрд╕рдХे рдЙрди्рд╣ें рд╕ेрдл рдкैрд╕ेрдЬ рджिрдпा рдЧрдпा рджेрд╢ рдЫोрдб़рдиे рдХा। рдЬрдм рд╡े рд╕ाрдд рд╕рдоंрджрд░ рдкाрд░ рдЬाрдХрд░ рдмैрда рдЧрдП рдЙрдирдХे рдЦिрд▓ाрдл рдЗंрдЯрд░рдиेрд╢рдирд▓ рд╡ाрд░ंрдЯ рдЬाрд░ी рдХрд░ рджिрдпा рдЧрдпा। рдЕрдм рдвूंрдв़рддे рд░рд╣ो। рдХोрдИ рдЖрд╢्рдЪрд░्рдп рдирд╣ीं рдеोрдб़े рджिрди рдмाрдж рдоोрджी рдХिрд╕ी рджूрд╕рд░े рджेрд╢ рдоें рдЕрдкрдиी рдПрдХ рдЕрд▓рдЧ рдХ्рд░िрдХेрдЯ рд▓ीрдЧ рдЪрд▓ाрддे рдирдЬрд░ рдЖрдПं। рдЧुрд▓рд╢рди рдХुрдоाрд░ рд╣рдд्рдпा рдХे рдЖрд░ोрдкी рдирджीрдо рднी рд▓ंрджрди рдоें рдмैрдаे рд╣ैं। рд╡े рд╡рд╣ां рд╕े рднाрд░рддीрдп рдлिрд▓्рдоों рдоें рд╕ंрдЧीрдд рднी рджे рд░рд╣े рд╣ैं।
рд╣рд░्рд╖рдж рдоेрд╣рддा рдХो рд▓ोрдЧ рднूрд▓ рдЪुрдХे рд╣ैं। рдмोрдлोрд░्рд╕, рдмिрд╣ाрд░ рдХा рдЪाрд░ा, рд╕рдд्рдпрдо рдХे рд╕ंрд╕्рдеाрдкрдХ рд░ाрдЬू, рд╕ांрд╕рдж рдЦрд░ीрджी рдФрд░ рд╣рдд्рдпा рдоें рдЙрд▓рдЭे рд╢िрдмू рд╕ोрд░ेрди, рд╕рджрди рдоें рд╕рд╡ाрд▓ рдкूрдЫрдиे рдХे рдмрджрд▓े рдкैрд╕ा рд▓ेрдиे рд╡ाрд▓े рд╕ांрд╕рдж рд╕рдм рдзीрд░े-рдзीрд░े рд╡िрд╕्рдоृрдд рд╣ोрддे рдЬा рд░рд╣े рд╣ैं। рдлिрд▓्рдо рд╕्рдЯाрд░्рд╕ рдХो рджेрдЦिрдП, рд╕ंрдЬрдп рджрдд्рдд, рд╕рд▓рдоाрди рдЦाрди рдкрд░ рдмрдб़े рдоाрдорд▓े рдЪрд▓ рд░рд╣े рд╣ैं। рдлिрд░ рднी рджोрдиों рдЬрдирддा рдХे рд▓ाрдбрд▓े рдмрдиे рд╣ुрдП рд╣ैं। рдЙрди्рд╣ें рдлिрд░ рдоौрдХा рдоिрд▓ рдЧрдпा рдЕрдХрдб़ рдХрд░ рджрдмंрдЧрдИ рдХрд░рдиे рдХा। рдЬिрди्рд╣ें рдХрд╣ीं рдоौрдХा рдирд╣ीं рдоिрд▓рддा рдЙрдирдХे рд▓िрдП рдмिрдЧрдмॉрд╕ рд╣ै рд╣ी।
рджрд░рдЕрд╕рд▓ рдЗрд╕ рд╕рдмрдоें рдкрдм्рд▓िрдХ рдХा рднी рдЬ्рдпाрджा рджोрд╖ рдирд╣ीं। рдХोрдИ рднी рдЪीрдЬ рд▓ंрдмे рд╕рдордп рддрдХ рдЯिрдХрддी рд╣ी рдирд╣ीं। рд╕рдд्рддрд░ рдХे рджрд╢рдХ рдоें рдШोрдЯाрд▓ा рдмे्рд░рдХрдлाрд╕्рдЯ рдХी рддрд░рд╣ рдеा рддो 80 рдоें рд▓ंрдЪ рдХी рддрд░рд╣ рд╕्рд╡ीрдХाрд░्рдп рд╣ो рдЧрдпा। 90 рдоें рд▓ंрдЪ рдбिрдирд░ рджोрдиों рд╣ुрдЖ рддो 2000 рдХे рдмाрдж рдпрд╣ рдЖрд▓ рдЗंрдбिрдпा рднंрдбाрд░े рдХी рддрд░рд╣ рд╣рд░ рдХोрдиे рдоें рдЖрдпोрдЬिрдд рд╣ोрдиे рд▓рдЧा। рдкрд╣рд▓े рдЪीрдЬें рдЯिрдХाрдК рдеीं, рдпाрдж рд░рд╣рддी рдеीं рдЕрдм рдЗрддрдиी рддेрдЬी рд╕े рдмрджрд▓ाрд╡ рд╣ोрддा рд╣ै рдХि рдХ्рдпा-рдХ्рдпा рдпाрдж рд░рдЦें। рдкрд╣рд▓े рд╡рдирд╕्рдкрддि рдШी рдпाрдиी рдбाрд▓рдбा, рдШोрдЯाрд▓ा рдпाрдиी рдмोрдлोрд░्рд╕, рд░рдердпाрдд्рд░ा рдпाрдиी рдЖрдбрд╡ाрдгी, рднाрд╖рдг рддो рдЕрдЯрд▓ рдмिрд╣ाрд░ी, рдлिрд▓्рдо...рд╢ोрд▓े рддो рд╣ीрд░ो...рдЕрдоिрддाрдн рдмрдЪ्рдЪрди, рдХ्рд░िрдХेрдЯрд░... рдХрдкिрд▓рджेрд╡! рджेрд╢ рдиे рдЗрдирдХे рд╕ाрде рд╣ी рдХрд░ीрдм рдмीрд╕ рд╕ाрд▓ рдЧुрдЬाрд░ рджिрдП। рдлिрд░ рдРрд╕ा рджौрд░ рдЖрдпा, рддрд░рд╣ рддрд░рд╣ рдХे рд╡рдирд╕्рдкрддि рдШी, рд░िрдлाрдЗंрдб рддेрд▓। рд╣ीрд░ो рд╣рд░ рджिрди рдирдпा। рдШोрдЯाрд▓ों рдХी рд▓ाрдЗрди рд▓рдЧ рдЧрдИ। рд╣рд░ рд░ाрдЬрдиेрддा рдпाрдд्рд░ी рдмрди рдмैрдаा। рдХ्рд░िрдХेрдЯ рдоें рдЗрддрдиे рдоैрдЪ рдХि рд╣рд░ рдШंрдЯे рдирдпा рд╣ीрд░ो। рд╣ाрд▓ рд╣ी рдоें рдЖрдЧрд░ा рдХे рджीрдкрдХ рдиे рджрд╕ рд░рди рджेрдХрд░ рдЖрда рд╡िрдХेрдЯ рд▓ेрдХрд░ рдирдпा рд░िрдХॉрд░्рдб рдмрдиा рджिрдпा। рдлिрд▓्рдоें рдЯिрдХрддी рд╣ी рдирд╣ीं। 25 рд╕ाрд▓ рддрдХ рд╢ोрд▓े рдиंрдмрд░ рд╡рди рд░рд╣ी рдлिрд░ рдЙрд╕рдХा рд░िрдХॉрд░्рдб рджिрд▓рд╡ाрд▓े рджुрд▓рд╣рдиिрдпा рд▓े рдЬाрдПंрдЧे рдиे рддोрдб़ा। рдЗрд╕рдХे рдмाрдж рдХोрдИ рд░िрдХाрд░्рдб рдирд╣ीं рдмрдЪा, рдЧрдЬрдиी, рде्рд░ी рдЗрдбिрдпрдЯ рдФрд░ рддाрдЬा рд╣िрдЯ рд░ोрдмोрдЯ। рдЕрдм рдмेрдЪाрд░ा рдЖрджрдоी рдХिрддрдиा рдпाрдж рд░рдЦे। рдХुрд▓ рдоिрд▓ाрдХрд░ рдпрд╣ рджेрд╢, рдЬांрдЪ рд╕рдоिрддिрдпां рдФрд░ рдЬрдирддा рдлिрд▓्рдо рдЧрдЬрдиी рдХी рддрд░рд╣ рд╢ाрд░्рдЯ рдЯрд░्рдо рдоेрдоोрд░ी рд▓ॉрд╕ рдХे рд╢िрдХाрд░ рд╣ो рдЧрдП рд╣ैं। рд╡े рдЙрди्рд╣ीं рдЪीрдЬों рдХो рдпाрдж рд░рдЦрддे рд╣ैं рдЬो рдЙрди्рд╣ें рд╕ाрдордиे рджिрдЦाрдИ рджेрддी рд╣ै। рдЬैрд╕े рдЧрдЬрдиी рдоें рдЖрдоिрд░ рдЦाрди рдХो рдЕрдкрдиी рдпाрджрджाрд╢्рдд рдмрдиाрдП рд░рдЦрдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рд╢рд░ीрд░ рдкрд░ рдиाрдо, рдиंрдмрд░ рдЧुрджрд╡ाрдХрд░ рд░рдЦрдиे рдкрдб़рддे рдеे। рд╡рд╣ рджрд░्рдкрдг рдХे рд╕ाрдордиे рдЦрдб़ा рд╣ोрдХрд░ рдЙрди्рд╣ें рджेрдЦрддा рдеा рдФрд░ рдлिрд░ рдпाрджрджाрд╢्рдд рддाрдЬा рдФрд░ рджुрд╢्рдорди рдХा рдЦेрд▓ рдЦрдд्рдо।
рдЬрд░ूрд░рдд рд╣ै рдЧрдЬрдиी рдХी рддрд░рд╣ рдкूрд░ा рджेрд╢ рдЕрдкрдиे рдкाрд╕ рдШोрдЯाрд▓ेрдмाрдЬों рдХे рдиाрдо, рдиंрдмрд░ рдФрд░ рддрд╕्рд╡ीрд░ рд░рдЦे। рдЙрди्рд╣ें рд░ोрдЬ рджेрдЦрддा рд░рд╣े рддाрдХि рд╡े рдмрдЪ рди рд╕рдХे рдФрд░ рджेрд╢ рдХी рд╕рд╣ी рддрд╕्рд╡ीрд░ рдмрди рд╕рдХे, рдирд╣ीं рддो рдпрд╣ी рдХрд╣рддे рд░рд╣ेंрдЧे рд░ाрдд рдЧрдИ рдмाрдд рдЧрдИ।


рд╕рдЬा рдпा рдордЬा!
рдЕрд╕рд▓ рдоें рд╣рд░ рдШोрдЯाрд▓े рдпा рд▓ाрдкрд░рд╡ाрд╣ी рдкрд░ рд╕рдЬा рдХे рдиाрдо рдкрд░ рд╕िрд░्рдл рд╕्рдеाрди рдкрд░िрд╡рд░्рддрди рд╣ोрддा рд╣ै। рдпाрдиी рд▓ाрдЗрди рдЕрдЯैрдЪ। рджेрд╢ рдкрд░ рд╣ुрдП рд╕рдмрд╕े рдмрдб़े рдЖрддंрдХी рд╣рдорд▓े рдХो рднी рд╣рдордиे рд╡ैрд╕े рд╣ी рднुрд▓ा рджिрдпा।
рдЙрд╕ рд╡рдХ्рдд рдорд╣ाрд░ाрд╖्рдЯ्рд░ рдХे рдЧृрд╣рдоंрдд्рд░ी рд░рд╣े рдЖрд░ рдЖрд░ рдкाрдЯिрд▓ рд╣рдЯा рджिрдП рдЧрдП рдеे। рдЖрдЬ рд╡े рдлिрд░ рдЙрд╕ी рдорд╣ाрд░ाрд╖्рдЯ्рд░ рдоें рдЧृрд╣рдоंрдд्рд░ी рд╣ैं। рдоुрдЦ्рдпрдоंрдд्рд░ी рдкрдж рд╕े рд╣рдЯाрдП рдЧрдП рд╡िрд▓ाрд╕рд░ाрд╡ рджेрд╢рдоुрдЦ рдЕрдм рдПрдХ рдХрджрдо рдЖрдЧे рдХेंрдж्рд░ рдоें рднाрд░ी рдоंрдд्рд░ी рд╣ैं। рдЕрд╢ोрдХ рдЪрд╡्рд╣ाрдг рдпрджि рд░ाрдЬ्рдп рд╕े рд╣рдЯाрдП рдЧрдП рддो рд╡े рдХेंрдж्рд░ рдоें рджिрдЦेंрдЧे। рдХрд▓рдоाрдб़ी, рд╕ंрднрд╡ рд╣ै рдУрд▓ंрдкिрдХ рдХी рддैрдпाрд░ी рдоें рд▓рдЧ рдЬाрдПं рдФрд░ рд▓рд▓िрдд рдоोрджी рд╡िрд╢्рд╡рдХрдк рдХ्рд░िрдХेрдЯ рдЯूрд░्рдиाрдоेंрдЯ рдоें рджिрдЦ рдЬाрдПं।
рдХрднी рднाрд░рддीрдп рдЯीрдо рд╕े рдоैрдЪ рдлिрдХ्ंिрд╕рдЧ рдХे рдЖрд░ोрдк рдоें рдмाрд╣рд░ рдзрдХेрд▓े рдЧрдП рдЦिрд▓ाрдб़ी рдЖрдЬ рдкрд╣рд▓े рд╕े рдмрдб़े рдоुрдХाрдо рдкрд░ рд╣ैं। рдХोрдИ рд╕ांрд╕рдж рдмрди рдЧрдП рддो рдХोрдИ рдХ्рд░िрдХेрдЯ рдПрдХ्рд╕рдкрд░्рдЯ рдФрд░ рдХाрдо рднी рдРрд╕ा рдХि рд░ोрдЬ рдЯीрд╡ी рдкрд░ рджिрдЦрддे рд╣ैं рдкूрд░ी рд╢ाрди рд╕े। рдХрд▓ рдЬो рдЦрд▓рдиाрдпрдХ рдеे ‘рд╡рдХ्рдд’ рдЙрди्рд╣ें рдлिрд░ рд╕े рдиाрдпрдХ рдмрдиा рджेрддा рд╣ै।




рд╕्рдХैрдо рд╕्рдХैрди
-рдЬрдирд╡рд░ी, 2009 рдоें рд╕рдд्рдпрдо рдХंрдк्рдпूрдЯрд░ рдШोрдЯाрд▓ा। рд╕ॉрдл्рдЯрд╡ेрдпрд░ рдХंрдкрдиी рд╕рдд्рдпрдо рдХंрдк्рдпूрдЯрд░ рдХे рдЪेрдпрд░рдоैрди рдмी рд░ाрдорд▓िंрдЧा рд░ाрдЬू рдиे 7,000 рдХрд░ोрдб़ рдХा рдШрдкрд▓ा рд╕्рд╡ीрдХाрд░ा।
-рдЬрдирд╡рд░ी, 2008 рдоें рдк्рд░рдХाрд╢ рдоें рдЖрдП 2рдЬी рд╕्рдкैрдХ्рдЯ्рд░рдо рд▓ाрдЗрд╕ेंрд╕ рдЖрд╡ंрдЯрди рдХे рдоाрдорд▓े рдоें рдШोрдЯाрд▓े рдХी рдЕрдиुрдоाрдиिрдд рд░ाрд╢ि 60 рд╣рдЬाрд░ рдХрд░ोрдб़ рд░ुрдкрдпे рд╕ाрдордиे рдЖрдИ।
-2001 рдоें рддрд╣рд▓рдХा рдХांрдб рдоें рдмрдб़े рдиेрддाрдУं, рдЕрдзिрдХाрд░िрдпों рдХो рд░िрд╢्рд╡рдд рд▓ेрддे рджिрдЦाрдпा рдЧрдпा। рдЦुрд▓ाрд╕ा рд╣ुрдЖ рдХि рд░рдХ्рд╖ा рд╕ौрджों рдоें рднी рдШोрдЯाрд▓े рд╣ुрдП рд╣ैं।
-1995 рдоें рдлрд░्рдЬी рд╕्рдЯांрдк рдкेрдкрд░ рдХी рдЖрдкूрд░्рддि рдХे рдоाрдорд▓ों рдоें 30,000 рдХрд░ोрдб़ рд░ु. рдХा рдШोрдЯाрд▓ा рд╕ाрдордиे рдЖрдпा।
-1995 рдоें рд╣ी рдмिрд╣ाрд░ рдоें рд░ाрдЬрдж рд╕рд░рдХाрд░ рдХे рджौрд░ाрди рд╕ाрдордиे рдЖрдпा 950 рдХрд░ोрдб़ рд░ुрдкрдпे рдХा рдЪाрд░ा рдШोрдЯाрд▓ा।




courtesy: 06/11/2010, Zindagi Live, Amar Ujala

from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Monday, November 08, 2010 3 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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The House That Built Me









"The House That Built Me"
Miranda Lambert

I know they say you cant go home again. 
I just had to come back one last time. 
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam. 
But these handprints on the front steps are mine. 
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom 
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar. 
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak 
my favorite dog is buried in the yard. 

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it 
this brokenness inside me might start healing. 
Out here its like I'm someone else, 
I thought that maybe I could find myself 
if I could just come in I swear I'll leave. 
Won't take nothing but a memory 
from the house that built me. 

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years. 
From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazines. 
Plans were drawn, concrete poured, 
and nail by nail and board by board 
Daddy gave life to mama's dream. 

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it 
this brokenness inside me might start healing. 
Out here its like I'm someone else, 
I thought that maybe I could find myself. 
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave. 
Won't take nothing but a memory 
from the house that built me. 

You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can. 
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am. 

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it 
this brokenness inside me might start healing. 
Out here its like I'm someone else, 
I thought that maybe I could find myself. 
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave. 
Won't take nothing but a memory 
from the house that built me.







This time i found this post really interesting so just copied it and pasted.
Hope you'll also like this.
That is really a nice song.

PS : If you haven't listened to this song, please do!!




from the notebook of Arvind Mohan at Monday, October 18, 2010 0 stones hit me....wanna throw more??
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