<?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-4082055364560203371</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:44:41.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ನನ್ನದೇ ಮಾತು...</title><subtitle type='html'>ನೂರೆಂಟು ಯೋಚನೆ....ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಸಿಹಿ, ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಕಹಿ....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2RLkm98JZI/TX3ACPbuJqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7W4m5xZNMos/s1600/28319_402317346682_174158681682_4228622_3222968_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2RLkm98JZI/TX3ACPbuJqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7W4m5xZNMos/s400/28319_402317346682_174158681682_4228622_3222968_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583830257744357026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                ಆಶರ್ಿವಾದ ಬೇಕಾ ಕೂಡಲೆ ಕಾಲ್ ಮಾಡಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtJg6fCef6c/TX3AB07ZPKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xs32yJz3rRE/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtJg6fCef6c/TX3AB07ZPKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xs32yJz3rRE/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583830250629446818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                      ಇಂಗ್ಲೀಷ್ ಹೌಲಾ ಹೌಲಾ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5rz-lIHdbQ/TX2_3fkTzhI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Mei8Xu95Vqg/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--5rz-lIHdbQ/TX2_3fkTzhI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Mei8Xu95Vqg/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583830073096785426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                     ಡ್ಯಾಡಿ ಅಂದರೆ ಕೊಳ್ಳಿ ದೆವ್ವ ಇರಬೇಕು &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGvI-60X8Js/TX2_3cACFlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/NwQv3muWr9E/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGvI-60X8Js/TX2_3cACFlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/NwQv3muWr9E/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583830072139322962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                      Fuel by Father-in-law i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DfcnTOBFeV4/TX2_3NUCTYI/AAAAAAAAATs/4H_WNkzwxB8/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DfcnTOBFeV4/TX2_3NUCTYI/AAAAAAAAATs/4H_WNkzwxB8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583830068196691330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                    ಆಯ್ಯೋ.... ನೋ ಎಂಟ್ರಿ ಅಂತಾ ಹಾಕಿದ್ರೆ ಮುಗಿತು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK_0xoErBPk/TX2_20qfSwI/AAAAAAAAATk/Qj0f2HnOJ0s/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK_0xoErBPk/TX2_20qfSwI/AAAAAAAAATk/Qj0f2HnOJ0s/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583830061579979522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                    Shakespeare  ಸತ್ತಿದ್ದು ಯಾಕೇ ಗೋತಾಯ್ತಾ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--m2jDWOV5Lc/TX2_2vjsh_I/AAAAAAAAATc/po-brCN5IY4/s1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-6343349533020741669</id><published>2011-02-20T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:00:05.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the love of him.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwTIKb6NcLQ/TWIMIvGtyeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IlPNrX2eknw/s1600/Photo-0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwTIKb6NcLQ/TWIMIvGtyeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IlPNrX2eknw/s320/Photo-0042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576032632861215202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;My Husband, My Friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:15.75pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;You’re my husband but also my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An ear you’ll always lend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hear my complaints which have no end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you care to comprehend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:15.75pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;So, today, I have this penned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To let you know my love for you has no end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Care and understanding, you will always extend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To return the same and more is what I intend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1) A Special World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;A special world for you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;A special bond one cannot see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;It wraps us up in its cocoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;And holds us fiercely in its womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Its fingers spread like fine spun gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Gently nestling us to the fold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Like silken thread it holds us fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Bonds like this are meant to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;And though at times a thread may break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;A new one forms in its wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;To bind us closer and keep us strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;In a special world, where we belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;2) I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Just three little words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;don't seem like enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;for someone whose smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;still brightens my day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;whose touch can make me forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;the rest of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;They don't seem like enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;for someone who's always been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;to celebrate with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;when everything goes my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;and to hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;when my whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;seems to fall apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;But even though "I Love You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;can't express the depth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;of my feelings for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I hope you know what's in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Because loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;means more to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;than anything in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;and it always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;3)&lt;b&gt; A wait for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;It's perfect, and touches me deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;First thing in the morning, when I hear you speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;And last thing at night as you bid me sweet dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;The brush of your lips lets me know what you mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;And all of the hours that pass through the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Those spent together and when you're away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I think of you always, imagine your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Think how to show you, I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;So when we're apart, and you long for me near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Just try to remember, you're already here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;For deep in my heart, where no one can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You'll be forever, together we'll be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&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/4082055364560203371-6343349533020741669?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/6343349533020741669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/SwQmHgVVlsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/U2qZr43nxJ8/s400/lkj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405487363131807426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಗೆಳತಿ ದಿವ್ಯ ದೀ.... ತನ್ನ ಬಾಳಸಂಗಾತಿ ರವಿ ಕುಮಾರ್‍ ಜೋತೆ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-396090670428273626?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/396090670428273626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;Come along with me, says love ‘n’ life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Yes they say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;ride over my back and smile a ton &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;They say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I will make you see a new horizon &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;, &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;be mine and I will be yours forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They say and they always say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;I’m with you always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;don’t worry, we will cross all the rivers together&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;They say we will cross the mountains and touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will take you beyond the realities&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;they promise you everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;They stay with you always &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;They give you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and take everything from you too&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yes, they make you smile once,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;But make you cry hundred times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, they make you see the horizon,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;But beyond which you find yourself standing alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, they stay with you forever,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;but till your and their time gets over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, they make you cross all the rivers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;but they don’t make you return back to your land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, they make you cross the mountains,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;but beyond which they don’t accompany you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, they take you beyond the realities,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;but nothing seems real when they part away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, they promise you everything and break each one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, they give you everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;but take the most precious thing from you, your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the game of life ‘n’ love, which every being plays&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till the end of their time and looses the one to win forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&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/4082055364560203371-3350891428843677509?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/3350891428843677509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-and-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-7838258728775200718</id><published>2009-11-04T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:21:25.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/SvG2V2hbi1I/AAAAAAAAANI/9Pv5-a0D_L8/s1600-h/promise-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/SvG2V2hbi1I/AAAAAAAAANI/9Pv5-a0D_L8/s200/promise-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400297914723175250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;A friend, a sweetheart, a soul mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;Is what you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;But these are not just what I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna be…….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A shadow when you walk alone in the scorching sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool rain to wet you when you walk in desert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bright lamp when you face darkness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jennifer Lopez’s song when you feel down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ray of hope when you get despondent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gentle balm for all your pains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A smile on your face when you get sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I’d&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;also be…….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A frisky breeze when you go for a stroll,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bouquet of flowers when you celebrate your success,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beautiful poem when you pick your pen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tinkling sound of silver bells when you smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riot of colours when you get overjoyed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beautiful night when you sit at your window,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be a rhythmic brook to greet you in unknown lands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A story to delight you during cold winters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soft-notes from piano when you hum a tune,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A moonbeam to take you to world of dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or rather I’d be…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ink of ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to write about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;on pages&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;of the endless sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I just wanna thank god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;For making me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;the princess of your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p 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/4082055364560203371-7838258728775200718?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-9094629491011325605</id><published>2009-08-29T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T03:52:00.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಅಕ್ಕನ ನೆನಪು</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/SpkH7C2YvcI/AAAAAAAAALc/qdd5uUYJ-SE/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/SpkH7C2YvcI/AAAAAAAAALc/qdd5uUYJ-SE/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375336341202058690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋದೆಯೆ ವಾಸಂತಿ ಹೆಸರಿನ ಸೌಂದರ್ಯವತಿ? ನೀನಿಲ್ಲದ ಒಂದು ವರ್ಷ ನಿನ್ನನ್ನು ಎಷ್ಟು ಮಿಸ್ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೀವಿ ಗೊತ್ತಾ. ಪೂರ್ಣಿಮ, ಅನಂತು, ಆಶಾ ಮದುವೆಯಾಗಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಆದಿತ್ಯಾ ಶಾಲೆಗೆ ಹೋಗ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದಾನೆ. ನಿನ್ನ ಅಚ್ಚು ಮೆಚ್ಚಿನ ದಿಯಾ ಬಹಳ ಬುದ್ದಿವಂತೆ ಆಗಿದ್ದಾಳೆ. ನಿನ್ನ ಅಣ್ಣಂದಿರು ಬೇರೆಯಾಗಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ನೀನು ಯಾವಗಲೂ sports star ಅಂತ ಹೇಳ್ತಿದ್ದ ನನಗೆ ಅಪಘಾತವಾಗಿ ನೋವನ್ನು ಅನುಭವಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ವಿಚಿತ್ರ ನೋಡು ನೀನು ಮೈಸೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಜ್ಞಾಹೀನ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬಿದ್ದಿರುವಾಗಲೆ ನನಗೂ ಅಪಘಾತವಾಗಿ ಅಸ್ಪತ್ರೆ ಸೇರಿದೆ. ಆ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ ನೀನು ನನ್ನ ಜೋತೆ ಇರಬೇಕಿತ್ತು.ನಾನು ಹೇಗೊ ಚೇತರಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದೆ, ಆದರೆ ನೀನು ಹಿಂದಿರುಗಲೇ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಶವವಾಗಿ ಮನೆಗೆ ಮರಳಿದೆ. ನೀನು ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನಿಂದ ಮೈಸೂರಿಗೆ ಸಾವನ್ನು ಅಪ್ಪಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಏಕೆ ಹೋದೆ ಅಕ್ಕ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಏನಂಥಾ ಅವಸರ ಇತ್ತೆ ತಾಯಿ ನಿನಗೆ. ದ್ವಿಚಕ್ರ ವಾಹನ ಏರಿ ಹೊರಟವಳು ದಿಢೀರನೆ ಕುಸಿದು ಬಿದ್ದೆ. ಇಂದಿನ ದಿನದವರೆಗೂ ಕೂಡ ನಿನ್ನ ಸಾವಿನ ನಿಗೂಢತೆ ನಮಗ್ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಅರ್ಥವಾಗಿಲ್ಲ. ಆದರೆ ನಮ್ಮಗಳ ಎದೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಎಂಥಾ ಆಘಾತವಾಗಿದೆ ಎಂಬ ಆರಿವು ನಿನಗಿದೆಯಾ? ನಿನಗೆ ಅಪಘಾತವಾಯಿತು ಎಂಬ ಸುದ್ದಿ ಕೇಳಿ ನಾನು ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಗಾಯಗಳಾಗಿರ ಬಹುದು ಅಂತ ಭಾವಿಸಿದ್ದೆ ನಿನ್ನನ್ನು ಅಂತ ಪರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಐ ಸಿ ಯುನಲ್ಲಿ ನೋಡುತ್ತೀನಿ ಅಂತ ಕನಸಿನಲ್ಲೂ ಎಣಿಸಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ವೈದ್ಯೆಯಾಗಿ ಎಷ್ಟೊ ಜನರ ಪ್ರಾಣ ಉಳಿಸಿದ ನೀನು, ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರಾಣ ಪಕ್ಷಿ ಹಾರಿ ಹೋಗುವುದನ್ನು ಯಾರಿಂದಲೂ ತಡೆಯಲು ಆಗಲೆ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಬದುಕು ನಿನಗೇನು ಕಡಿಮೆ ಮಾಡಿತ್ತು. ಚಿಕ್ಕ ವಯಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಮನ್ನಣೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟಿತ್ತು. ಒಂದಲ್ಲ, ಎರಡಲ್ಲ ಆನೇಕ ಅಸ್ಪತ್ರೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನ್ನಂಥ ವೈದ್ಯೆಯ ಅಗತ್ಯವಿತ್ತು. ನಿನ್ನ ಸೇವೆ ಜನರಿಗೆ ಬೇಕಾಗಿತ್ತು. ನಿನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಆದೇನು ನೋವಿತ್ತೊ, ಆದೇನು ಕೊರತೆ ಇತ್ತೋ, ಒಂದು ತೋರ ಗೊಡದೇ ಹೂವಿನಂತೆ  ನಗುತ್ತಲೇ ಹೋದೆ. ಯಾರಿಗೂ ನೀನು ನೋವುಂಟು ಮಾಡಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಎಲ್ಲರ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲೂ ಅರಳಿ ಹೂವಾದೆ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಏಪ್ರಿಲ್ ೪ ನಿನ್ನ ಹುಟ್ಟು ಹಬ್ಬ. ೧೪ ನಮಗೆ ಆನೇಕ ಸೌಲಭ್ಯಗಳನ್ನು ಒದಗಿಸಿ ಕೊಟ್ಟ, ನಮ್ಮ ಪಾಲಿನ ತಂದೆ ಅಂಬೇಡ್ಕರ್‍ ರವರ ಹುಟ್ಟುಹಬ್ಬ. ಈ ದಿನ ಶ್ರೀರಾಮನವಮಿ ಕೂಡ ಆಗಿತ್ತು. ದಿನವೆಲ್ಲ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ ಪಡುವುದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ತಯಾರಿ ನಡೆಸಿದ್ದ ನಾವು. ಮಂಡ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾವುದೊ ಹೆರಿಗೆ ಕೇಸ್ ಇತ್ತು ಅಂತ ಹೊರಟ ನೀನು ಹಿಂದಿರುಗಿ ಬರಲೆ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಆಗ ತಾನೇ ಸೂರ್ಯ ತನ್ನ ಕಾವು ಹೆಚ್ಚಿಸ ತೊಡಗಿದ್ದ ಆಗ ನಿನಗೆ ಅಪಘಾತವಾದ ಸುದ್ದಿ ಬಿಸಿಲಿನ ಭೇಗೆಯಲ್ಲೂ ಸಿಡಿಲು ಅಪ್ಪಳಿಸಿದಂತಾಯಿತು.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಂತರ ಹರಿದಿದ್ದೆಲ್ಲ ಕಣಿರೇ. ನಾವೆಲ್ಲಾ ಇದ್ದ ಜಾಗದಿಂದಲೇ ಹನಿಯಾದೆವು, ಮರುಗಿದೆವು, ನಲುಗಿ ಹೋದೆವು. ಕಳೆದ ಒಂದು ವರ್ಷಗಳಿಂದ ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನಪಾದಾಗೆಲ್ಲ ಹೀಗೆ ಹನಿಯಾಗಿದ್ದೇವೆ. ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಹನಿಯು ನಿನ್ನ ಚಿತ್ರವನ್ನು ನಮ್ಮ ಹೃದಯದಲ್ಲಿ ದಟ್ಟವಾಗಿಸಿದೆ. ಈ ಬಾರಿ ಮೈಸೂರು ದಸರಾದ ರಂಗು ನೀನಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಕಡಿಮೆಯಾಗಿದೆ. ಅಸಲಿಗೆ ನೀನಿಲ್ಲದೆ ದಸರಾಗೆ ಹೋಗೊ ಮನಸ್ಸು ನನಗಿಲ್ಲ. ಇಡೀ ಊರೆಲ್ಲಾ ಸುತ್ತಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ನಾವು, ಬೈಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಟ್ರಿಪಲ್ಲ್ ರೈಡು, ಎನ್. ಆರ್‍ ಮೋಹಲ್ಲಾ ಗೋಬಿ, ಎಫ್. ಟಿ. ಎಸ್. ಪಾನೀ ಪುರಿ, ಚರ್ಚು, ಬೆಟ್ಟನ ನಡಿಗೆ ಮೂಲಕವ ಹತ್ತಿದ್ದೂ, ನೀನು ನನಗೆ ಮಾಡಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಶಾಪಿಂಗ್, ನಾನ್ ವೆಜ್ ವಿರುದ್ದ ನೀನು ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಗಂಟೆಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಭಾಷಣ ಇವೆಲ್ಲಾ ನನ್ನನ್ನ ಹೀಗಲೂ ಕಾಡದೆ ಬಿಡೊದಿಲ್ಲ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಾವು ಇನ್ನೇನು ತಾನೆ ಮಾಡಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯ ಅಕ್ಕ. ನನ್ನ ಬದುಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ ದುಃಖ ಬಂದಾಗ, ನಗು ಉಕ್ಕಿದಾಗ, ಕನಸುಗಳು ಮೂಡಿದಾಗ, ಯಾರಾದ್ರು ಸ್ತ್ರೀ ರೋಗ ತಜ್ಞರನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲಾ ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನಪಾಗಿದೆ. ನಿನ್ನ ಅನುಪಸ್ಥತಿ ಕಾಡಿದೆ. ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ನಗುವಿನ ಹಿಂದಿರುವ ವಿಷಾದದಂತೆ ನೀನು ನನ್ನೆದೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಶಾಶ್ವತ ವಿಷಾದವಾಗಿ ಉಳಿದು ಬಿಟ್ಟಿರುವೆ. ನಾನು ಇನ್ನೇನು ತಾನೆ ಹೇಳಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯ. ಎಷ್ಟೊ ಜನರಿಗೆ ಮಾದರಿಯಾಗಿ ಬದುಕಿದವಳು ನೀನು, ಬದುಕಿದ್ದ ೨೮ ವರ್ಷಗಳು ಸಹ ಸಾರ್ಥಕ ಬದುಕು ಸಾಗಿಸಿದವಳು ನೀನು. ಮರಳಿ ಬಾರದ ಲೋಕಕ್ಕೆ ನೀನು ಹೋಗಿರುವೆ. ನೆನಪುಗಳ ಗುಛ್ಚವನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟು.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ಎನ್ನ ಸಂತೋಷವ ಎಲ್ಲರಲ್ಲಿ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಹವ್ಯಾಸ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ಎಲ್ಲರು ಇದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾಡುವೆ ಹಾಸ್ಯ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ಈಗೆ ಮರೆಯುವೆ ನನ್ನ ನೋವ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ಇದೇ ನನ್ನ ನಗು ಮುಖದ ರಹಸ್ಯ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ಯಾರಲ್ಲೂ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಇಚ್ಛಿಸಲಾರೆ ನನ್ನ ದುಃಖ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಮಾಡಲಿಚ್ಛಿಸಲಾರೆ ಮೋಸ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ಎಲ್ಲರಲ್ಲೂ ಬಯಸುವೆ ಸ್ನೇಹವ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ಕೆಲವರಲ್ಲಿ ಕಂಡೆ ಆತ್ಮೀಯ ಭಾವ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ಅವರಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲವರು ದೂರಾಗುತ್ತಿರುವುದನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದರೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ಜೀವ ಶುರುವಾಗುತ್ತದೆ ಕೊಡಲು ಚಡಪಡಿಸುವ ಮಾನಸಿಕ ನೋವ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-7330635028180586606</id><published>2009-08-22T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T04:06:48.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಮನಸ್ಸು ಮಾತಾಡಿದೆ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಾಳದ ಭಾವನೆಗಳ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಯಾರಲ್ಲಿ ತೋಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಭಾವನೆಗಳಿಂದ ಒದಗುವ ನೋವ ಹೇಗೆ ಸಹಿಸಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಹೇಳಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲಾಗದ, ಆಳಲು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಯಾರು ಸಿಗದ ಸ್ಥತಿಯಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನರಳುತ್ತಿರುವೆ ನಾನು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಹೃದಯದ ಕಡಲಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮಿಂಚಿನಂತೆ ಬಂದು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ತೇಲಿ, ತೇಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮರೆಯಾದ ನನ್ನ ಗೆಳೆಯನ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಹೇಗೆ ತಾನೆ ಮರೆಯಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಅವನು ಬಿತ್ತಿದ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಬೀಜ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಇಂದು ಮರವಾಗಿದೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಹಣ್ಣು ಬಿಡಲಾಗದೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಹೂ ಬಿಡಲಾಗದೆ ತೊಳಲಾಡುತ್ತಿದೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಿನ್ನೊಡನೆ ಕಳೆದ ದಿನಗಳ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಾ ಹೇಗೆ ತಾನೆ ಮರೆಯಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಾ ಹೇಗೆ ಮರೆಯಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮೌನದಲ್ಲೆ ನೀನಾಡಿದ ನೂರು ಮಾತು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಿನ್ನ ಕಣ್ಣ ಕಾಂತಿಯಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಸೋತ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ಭಾವನೆಯ ರಾಗದಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಾ ಕಳೆಯುತ್ತಿರುವೆ ದಿನಗಳನು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಆದರೆ ನೀ ಮಾತ್ರ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನನ್ನ ಭಾವನೆಗಳಿಂದ ನಿಲುಕದ ದೂರದಲಿ.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4082055364560203371-7330635028180586606?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/7330635028180586606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/7330635028180586606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/7330635028180586606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='ಮನಸ್ಸು ಮಾತಾಡಿದೆ....'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-4164831552623786620</id><published>2009-08-09T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:04:12.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sn7kDVK47MI/AAAAAAAAALU/zazoA5cEySs/s1600-h/best-friends22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367978551745768642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sn7kDVK47MI/AAAAAAAAALU/zazoA5cEySs/s400/best-friends22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a friend means to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; is more then I can describe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They make me laugh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; they make me cry, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its hard to think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how life would be if I didn’t have friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; if I only had me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not that I’m not independent and strong, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I enjoy my own space yet I feel alone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my heart I hold my friends dear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; they’re a part of my life which I love to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And then one day our friendship grew, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hadn’t noticed the attraction before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but somehow I knew, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the look in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the touch of your hand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the warmth and the glow you’ve weakened me boy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once I’ve stood tall and now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bend my head in front of you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the need for your love and forever in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together we could have created such a beautiful life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of the day I meet the one that is right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with emotions so strong we all need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who makes us feel complete, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you remain my best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know your out there and will probably see, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as we meet accidentally will talk every night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as much as we can, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it will all start just from making a friend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-4164831552623786620?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4164831552623786620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4164831552623786620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4164831552623786620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend-to-me.html' title='Friend To Me'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sn7kDVK47MI/AAAAAAAAALU/zazoA5cEySs/s72-c/best-friends22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-6619447334682994527</id><published>2009-07-12T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:10:23.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಶರಣಾಗತಿ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ತಪ್ಪು ಮಾಡಿದರೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮೋಸ ಮಾಡಿದರೆ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಶರಣಾಗು ನೀನು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾದರೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಬಿರುಗಾಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೀನು ಸಿಲುಕಿ ನರಳುವೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮನಸ್ಸಲ್ಲಿ ನೂರು ಚಿಂತೆ ಬಿಡದೆ ಕಾಡಿದೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಕಣ್ಣಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ತೋರು &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಹೃದಯದಲಿ ಸತ್ಯದ ತೇರು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಿನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಇರಲಿ ಇದು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾದರೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮೈಯಲ್ಲಾ ವಿಷವನು ಕಾರಿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮನಸ್ಸಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಂಚು ಹಾಕಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ದ್ರೋಹ ಮಾಡಬೇಡ ನೀನು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾದರೆ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಭಗವಂತ ನೋಡುತಿಹನು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನೀ ಮಾಡೊ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಕೆಲಸವನು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮೋಗಚಿ ಹಾಕುವನು ನಿನ್ನನು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಡೆ ಮುಂದೆ ಎಂದಿದೆ ಬದುಕು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಜೋತೆಯಲ್ಲಿದೆ ದೇವರ ಬೆಳಕು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಎಡವದಿರು ನೀನು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾದರೆ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-6619447334682994527?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/6619447334682994527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/6619447334682994527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/6619447334682994527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_12.html' title='ಶರಣಾಗತಿ'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-8228966731216253716</id><published>2009-07-12T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:08:37.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/SlmneA7-zVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vAbCr4mGno4/s1600-h/loneliness1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/SlmneA7-zVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vAbCr4mGno4/s320/loneliness1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357497365823409490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is strong and you’re so sweet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;some day, dear we got to meet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Just anywhere out in the park&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Out on the street, near the temple, church&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; and in the dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I followed you through hard times, rejoiced with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now just the silent trees stare at us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who once blew wind and shattered the things which we were holding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your love is strong and your so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You make me hard, you make me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wait for you until my prince comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mind is ripped my heart is torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And love is strong and your so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;your heart is bitter, anyways let your dreams not shatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been holding out so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve been sleeping all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve been hanging on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve been haunted in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’ve been starring in my dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve been waiting in the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Been waiting you would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When the bell rings?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s a guy introducing himself….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  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ಗೆಳತಿ ರೇಷ್ಮ ಮದುವೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ತುಂಬ ಬೇಸರ ಉಂಟಾಯಿತು. ಕೆಲವು ತಪ್ಪು ನಿರ್ಧಾರಗಳನ್ನ ಅವಳು ತೆಗೆದು ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದರಿಂದ ಯಾರೊಬ್ಬರು ಅವಳ ಮದುವೆಗೆ ಹೋಗದಿರೊ ಹಾಗಾಯ್ತು. ಆದು ಬಿಟ್ರೆ ನನ್ನ ಗೆಳೆತಿಯರಾದ ಯಾಮಿನಿ, ಹೇಮ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ದೀಪಿಕಾ ಹೀಗೆ list ಬೆಳೀತಾ ಹೋಗುತ್ತೆ. ಇದಲ್ಲದೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಸಂಬಂಧದಲ್ಲಿ ಅನಂತು ಮಾಮ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ಚೈತ್ರ ವಿವಾಹದ ಬಂಧನಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾಲಿಟ್ಟರೂ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಇವರಲೆಲ್ಲ ವಿಶೇಷ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಅನಂತು ಮಾಮ. ಅವನೊಬ್ಬ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಕಲಾವಿದ, ತುಂಬ ಪ್ರತಿಭೆ ಇರೊ ಹುಡುಗ. ಆದ್ರೆ ಎರಡು ವರ್ಷದ ಹಿಂದೆ ಅವನು ಪಟ್ಟ ಯಾತನೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪವೇನಲ್ಲಾ. ದುರಂತ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಇದೆ ಅಲ್ವ. ವಿಧಿ ಅವನ ಬದುಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಅಟ್ಟಹಾಸವನ್ನೆ ಮೆರೆದ. ಚಿಕ್ಕದೊಂದು ಅಪಘಾತದಿಂದ ಶುರುವಾಗಿ ಅವನ ಪ್ರಾಣಕ್ಕೆ ಕುತ್ತು ಬಂತು ಆ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಅವನನ್ನು ಕೈ ಹಿಡಿದು ನಡೆಸಿದ ಶಕ್ತಿ jesus!!! ನಂತರದ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಚೇತರಿಕೆ ಕಂಡು ಈಗ ಮದುವೆಯಾಗಿದ್ದಾನೆ. Really god is great.ಈ ಆಷಾಡ ಮಾಸ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಬರದೆ ಇದ್ದಿದ್ರೆ ಬಹುಃಶ ಇನ್ನಷ್ಟು ಮದುವೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಹೋಗ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೆ ಅನಿಸುತ್ತೆ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/SjyoK2afkEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WLoWOb7b7T4/s320/DSC05288.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349335361768099906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ಅನಂತು - ಸವಿತಾ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮತ್ತೆ ನನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಅನಾರೋಗ್ಯದ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆ ಕಾಡ ತೊಡಗಿತ್ತು. Thank god ಈ ಬಾರಿ serious ಆಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಆದ್ರೆ ಈ ಬಾರಿ ನನ್ನ ಜೋತೆ ಅಮ್ಮನ health ತುಂಬ effect ಆಯಿತು.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಈ ನಡುವೆ ನಾನು ಆಕಾಶವಾಣಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲಸಕ್ಕೆ ಸೇರಿದೆ. ನನಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ 'Radio siddhartha' ದಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದ experience ನಿಂದ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲಸ ಸುಲಭ ಆಗಿ ಹೋಯಿತು. ಆದ್ರೆ money wise ನನಗೆ AIR work out ಆಗ್ತಾಯಿಲ್ಲ. ನಾನು ತುಂಬ practical ಆಗಿ ಯೋಚನೆ ಮಾಡ್ತಿನಿ. But AIR environment, DD ಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಸಾವಿರ ಪಾಲು ಮೇಲು. DDನಲ್ಲಿ as usual use and throw policy. ಅವರಿಗೆ ಬೇಕಾದಾಗ ನನಗೆ ಜ್ವರ ಇದೆ ಅಂದ್ರು ಬಿಡಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಈಗ ನನ್ನ ಅವಶಕತೆ ಇಲ್ಲ. ನನಗೆ ಬೇರೆ option ಇಲ್ಲ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಈ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ನಿಶಾ ಒಂದು ಮದುವೆ function ಒಪ್ಪಿಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದಳು. ಒಬ್ಬರು singer ಕೈ ಕೊಟ್ರು ಅಂತ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಬರೊದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ ಹೇಳಿದ್ಳು. ನಾನು ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಿಳಿಸದೆ ಹೋದೆ. ಅಪ್ಪನಿಗೆ ನಾನು ಹಾಡೊದು ಒಂದು ಚೂರು ಇಷ್ಟವಿಲ್ಲ. ಆದ್ರೆ ನನಗೆ ಒಂಥರಾ ಹುಚ್ಚು. ನಾನು audio console ನೋಡಿ ಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದಾಗಿ ಒಪ್ಪಿಕೊಂಡೆ. ಆದ್ರೆ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಆದ ಕೊನೆ ಕ್ಷಣದ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಶಾ ನನ್ನ ಕೈಲಿ  ’ಮಧುವನ ಕರೆದರೆ’, ’ಮೊಗ್ಗಿನ ಮನಸ್ಸಲಿ’, ’ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ’- ಈ ಮೂರು ಹಾಡುಗಳನ್ನ ಹಾಡಿಸಿ ಅವಳ responsibility ಮುಗಿಸಿದಳು. ಕೆಟ್ಟ ಹಟದ ಸ್ವಭಾವ ಅವಳದು. ಮೊಗ್ಗಿನ ಮನಸ್ಸಲಿ ಹಾಡು ಹಾಡುವಾಗ ಸಂಗತಿಗಳು ತಪ್ಪಾಗಿ, ಯಾರಗೂ ಗಮನಕ್ಕೆ ಬಾರದ ಹಾಗೆ cover up ಮಾಡಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟೆ. professional ಆಗಿ ಸಂಗೀತ ಕಲಿತಿಲ್ಲ. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ತುಂಬ nervous ಆಯಿತು.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/SjyoLebTNLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ae-0hlqvkTM/s320/radika.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349335372508902578" style="display: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SgbXJRhnDyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/33OjCLXtU-U/s320/recession.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334187362990100258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont buy American products like pepsi, coke, intel,GE, ford,levis, lee, transcend, apple etc.until Obama take back his new policies of outsourcing to India. Indian job cuts in America. Think about country not fashion or status. If we buy Indian products it will create 5 crore jobs in our country and makes Indian economy strong.We will develop. Every Indian student will get a job. If you are a true Indian promote Indian products forward this sms to all. JAI HIND. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಹೀಗೆ ಒಂದು sms ನನ್ನ mobile phoneಗೆ ಬಂದಾಗ ನನಗೆ ನಗದೆ ಇರಲು ಆಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಈ smsನ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಓದಿ ನೋಡಿ, ಪಕ್ಕಾ ಒಬ್ಬ ದೇಶ ಪ್ರೇಮಿ ಬರೆದ ಹಾಗೇ ಇದೆ. American productsನ, ಅಧ್ಯಕ್ಷ ಒಬಾಮ ಅವರ ವಿರುದ್ಧ ಪ್ರತಿಭಟಿಸಿದ ಹಾಗೆ ಕಾಣುತ್ತದೆ. ಮೇ ತಿಂಗಳ ಈ ಬಿರು ಬಿಸಿಲಿಗೆ ಭೂಮಿ ತಾಯಿ ಸುಟ್ಟು ನಲುಗಿದ್ದಾಳೆ. ಅಂತೆಯೇ recessionನ ಬಿಸಿ ಐಟಿ/ಬಿಟಿ ಯವರಿಗೆ ತಟ್ಟಿಯಾಗಿದೆ. ಈ ಐಟಿ/ಬಿಟಿ create ಮಾಡಿದಂತ effect ಒಂದೆರಡಲ್ಲ. ಆನೇಕ MNCಗಳು ಹುಟ್ಟಿಕೊಂಡವು, ಆ companyಗಳು ಅಲ್ಲಿನ ಉದ್ಯೋಗಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ರೀತಿಯ ಸೌಲಭ್ಯಗಳನ್ನ ಕೊಟ್ಟವು. ಅಲ್ಲಿನ ಉದ್ಯೋಗಿಗಳು ದಿಢೀರ ಶ್ರೀಮಂತರಾದರು. ನಮ್ಮ ಎಸ್. ಎಂ.ಕೃಷ್ಣರವರು ಮುಖ್ಯಮಂತ್ರಿಯಾಗಿದ್ದಾಗ ಆನೇಕ ಐಟಿ/ಬಿಟಿ  ಕಂಪೆನಿಗಳು ಹುಟ್ಟಿಕೊಂಡವು. ಇವು ಆನೇಕರಿಗೆ ಉದ್ಯೋಗಾವಕಾಶ ಕಲ್ಪಿಸಿದ್ದು ಸುಳ್ಳಲ್ಲ. ಹೀಗೆ ಮುಂದುವರಿದ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ಕೂಲ್ ಮಕ್ಕಳೆಲ್ಲಾ ಐಟಿ/ಬಿಟಿ ಕನಸು ಕಾಣವಂತಾಯಿತು.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಈಚಿನ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಕೇಳಿ ಬರುತ್ತಿರುವ ಪದ ಆರ್ಥಿಕ ಹಿಂಜರಿತ/recession. ಬಹುತೇಕ ಮಂದಿಗೆ ಇಂದಿಗೂ ಸಹ ಈ ಪದದ ಆರ್ಥ ತಿಳಿದಿರಲಿಕ್ಕಿಲ್ಲ. ಕೆಲವು ತಿಂಗಳುಗಳಿಂದ ಆನೇಕ MNCಗಳಿಗೆ ಈ ಬಿಸಿ ತಟ್ಟಿದೆ. ಆನೇಕರು ತಮ್ಮ ಕೆಲಸದ ಗತಿ ನಾಳೆ ಏನಾಗ ಬಹುದೊ ಎಂದು ತಲೆ ಮೇಲೆ ಕೈಇಟ್ಟು ಕೂರುವಂತಾಗಿದೆ. ಕೆಲಸವನ್ನು ನಂಬಿ ಮನ ಬಂದಂತೆ ಲೋನ್ ಮಾಡಿದವರನ್ನು ಆ ದೇವರೆ ಕಾಪಾಡಬೇಕು. ಆಂತಹ luxury lifestyleಗೆ ಹೊಂದಿಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದ ಜನ ಈಗ ತಮ್ಮ ಕೆಲಸ ಕಳೆದು ಕೊಳ್ಳುವಂತಾಗಿದೆ. ಬಹುಶಃ ಯಾವ software engineer ಕೂಡ ನಮ್ಮ ದೇಶಕ್ಕೆ recessionಅನ್ನೋ ಬಿಸಿ ತಟ್ಟ ಬಹುದು ಅಂತ ಕನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿಯು ಎಂದಿಗೂ ಯೋಚಿಸಿರಲಾರ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಅಸಲಿಗೆ ಈ  recession ಅನ್ನೋ ಪೆಂಡಂ ಭೂತ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನ ಕಾಡಲು ನಾವೇ ಕಾರಣ ಅನ್ನೋದು ನನ್ನ ಅಭಿಪ್ರಾಯ. Agriculture is the main occupation of India ಅಂತ ನಮ್ಮ ಸ್ಕೂಲ್ text booksನಲ್ಲಿ, economics subjectನಲ್ಲಿ ನಾವು ಓದುತ್ತಾ ಬಂದಿದ್ದೇವೆ. ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾರತ ದೇಶ ಮುಂದುವರಿಯುತ್ತಿರುವ ರಾಷ್ಟ್ರ. ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಬ್ಬರು, ತಾನು ವಿದ್ಯಾವಂತನಾಗಿ ಕೃಷಿಯನ್ನು ತನ್ನ ಉದ್ಯೋಗವಾಗಿ ಸ್ವೀಕರಿಸಲು ಎಲ್ಲರಿಂದ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ಕಡೆ ಪಕ್ಷ ನಮ್ಮ ರೈತರ ಉದ್ದಾರಕ್ಕಾಗಿಯಾದರು ಶ್ರಮಿಸ ಬಹುದು. ಯಾವುದೋ ಕಾಲ್ ಸೆಂಟರ್‍ ಆಥವಾ MNCಗಳಿಗೆ ಉದ್ಯೋಗ ಅರಸಿ ಹೋಗುವುದನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ನಮ್ಮ ದೇಶಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಇರುವ ಸ್ವದೇಶಿ ಕಂಪೆನಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಕೆಲಸಕ್ಕೆ ಸೇರಿದ್ದರೆ. ಇವತ್ತಿನ ದಿವಸ ನಾವು recession ಎಂಬ ರಾಕ್ಷಸನ ಕೈಗೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕು ನರಳಬೇಕಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಯಾವ ಒಬಾಮ ಏನೇ policies ಮಾಡಿದರೂ ನಾವು ಚಿಂತಿಸ ಬೇಕಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ಈ smsನ ದೇಶ ಭಕ್ತಿ ಅಂತ forward ಮಾಡೊದು ಬಿಟ್ಟು ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಆ ಭಾವವನ್ನ ನಮ್ಮ ತನು ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ತುಂಬಿ ಕೊಂಡು ನಮ್ಮ ದೇಶದ ಭವಿಷ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಒಂದು ಭದ್ರ ಬುನಾದಿ ನಿರ್ಮಿಸಲು ಶ್ರಮಿಸೋಣ. ಈಗ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳಿ ಕೋಳ್ಳಿ ಜೈಹಿಂದ್.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-6340750400959818438?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/6340750400959818438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-buy-american-products-like-pepsi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/6340750400959818438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/6340750400959818438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-buy-american-products-like-pepsi.html' title=''/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SgbXJRhnDyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/33OjCLXtU-U/s72-c/recession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-3729127982914604044</id><published>2009-05-10T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She is my mom….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SgbTXLfDLfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/v-8vYphyjGE/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SgbTXLfDLfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/v-8vYphyjGE/s400/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334183203840404978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What would our lives be like with out mom near?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Incredible work she does day long, and even through out the year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;From taking care of all with a sensitive side and an understanding too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That without mom the world be in a stew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Our childish needs are fulfilled as mom play a role,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To nurture and love every one even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;From being a mom to working a job her life is so erratic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Never taking a rest because there’s work to be done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Neither sitting nor being static,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And beauty behold a pleasure to see and often with such grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I thank you lovely mom for giving us a splendid life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I applaud your labors as I watch you work, with a cup of tea held in my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So cheers to you and I thank our god for bearing such wonderful fruit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;By the way dear mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you get the chance can you please make me sleep on your lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/4082055364560203371-3729127982914604044?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/3729127982914604044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-is-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3729127982914604044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3729127982914604044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-is-my-mom.html' title='She is my mom….'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SgbTXLfDLfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/v-8vYphyjGE/s72-c/DSC00083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-1980147603006901271</id><published>2009-04-25T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet or sober….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SgbS-kFvQKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uTLiZTcOCYA/s1600-h/1865482908_20b890274b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SgbS-kFvQKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uTLiZTcOCYA/s320/1865482908_20b890274b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334182780948398242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most talented person, caring, loving, friend, helpful above all my sweet heart. Well I cannot use more adjectives to describe him. He stood by my side mostly in my hard times, gave a hand and lifted me up when I fell down and boosted my spirits when ever I felt low. When we laugh there are so many people beside us but when we cry we stand all alone like a dried cactus in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not have a blood relationship. But still it’s great the way we are. I believe blood relationship never continues when we are in the hospital and we actually require a bottle of blood! It’s strange but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fine day I was enthralled when he held my hand and told me that I mean the whole world. He was emotional that day. A drop of tear just rolled out on my cheeks when I heard these words from a person whom I had just thought a friend and whom I treated like a total stranger initially, had more than 100 doubts about the person when I met him for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything moved on well on a smooth platform. A fateful day brought tough luck to me. I was hospitalized. I had in fact survived a terrible accident. May be if this accident would not have happened in my life. Something good would have happened by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel god always gives me the best. Even the doctors could not imagine that I would recover so quickly. By the time I could recover the world had turned upside down. My will and wish was shattered. I had to take the decision of my life. Till then the person who had held my hand and was with me in all my up’s and down’s did not hold my hand. He had by then become prey in the hands of eagle called situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was over and life was on a standstill. One fine day I received a call and heard the same voice which said “I still love you; nobody can fill your place in my heart”. By hearing these words, my eyes filled with tears. My heart rejoiced silently there was happiness and pain like a mother giving birth to a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend’s call and her comforting words made me remember all this. I am not sure weather to call it a sweet or a sober memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-1980147603006901271?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/1980147603006901271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-or-sober.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/1980147603006901271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/1980147603006901271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-or-sober.html' title='Sweet or sober….'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SgbS-kFvQKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uTLiZTcOCYA/s72-c/1865482908_20b890274b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-7795040773340347417</id><published>2009-04-20T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of being lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SgbSxK0pbjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YnksIcrQG8s/s1600-h/hands-raised-welcome-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SgbSxK0pbjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YnksIcrQG8s/s320/hands-raised-welcome-photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334182550827527730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I wake up with a frown&lt;br /&gt;Rumours keep spreading among friends&lt;br /&gt;That you’re suffering a mental breakdown&lt;br /&gt;A solitary walk I walk&lt;br /&gt;A lonely talk I talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wander as a lonely&lt;br /&gt;wander as a lonely at night&lt;br /&gt;wander as a lonely on sight&lt;br /&gt;wander as a lonely at day&lt;br /&gt;wander as a lonely and pray&lt;br /&gt;wander as a lonely each day&lt;br /&gt;Slow down, slow down&lt;br /&gt;Shut down, shut down Shutdown the lonely before I drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace my friends with warmth&lt;br /&gt;They can give me assistance&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me from my lonely existence&lt;br /&gt;while I keep fighting love&lt;br /&gt;Bending it around like a curve&lt;br /&gt;With my angry face&lt;br /&gt;Reserving only a lonely place,&lt;br /&gt;Halting happiness to arrive in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I ever stop to wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Do I ever stop to ponder?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the reason for the lonely blunders?&lt;br /&gt;Slow down, slow down&lt;br /&gt;Shut down, shut down&lt;br /&gt;I got to remove that lonely crown&lt;br /&gt;I wander endlessly as a lonely&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a spot called homely&lt;br /&gt;but my face is missing that vital smile called lovely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-7795040773340347417?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/7795040773340347417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/04/joy-of-being-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/7795040773340347417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/7795040773340347417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/04/joy-of-being-lonely.html' title='Joy of being lonely'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SgbSxK0pbjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YnksIcrQG8s/s72-c/hands-raised-welcome-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-6121902515213145485</id><published>2009-04-20T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಕೊಲಾಜ್- ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರಮಾರ್ಚು ಫುಲ್ ಬಿಜಿ ವರ್ಕೂ!!</title><content type='html'>ಮಾರ್ಚ ತಿಂಗಳು ಬಂತೆಂದರೆ, year end. ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಎಲ್ಲಾ officeಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ತುಂಬಾನೇ ಕೆಲಸ. For a change ಮಾರ್ಚ ತಿಂಗಳು ಪೂರ್ತಿ ನಾನು ಕೂಡ ತುಂಬ ಬಿಜಿಯಾಗಿದ್ದೆ. ದೂರದರ್ಶನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೈತುಂಬ ಕೆಲಸ ಸಿಕ್ತು. ಈ ಹಿಂದೆ ಎಷ್ಟೊ ತಿಂಗಳು ಕೇವಲ ಎರಡು ಮೂರು ದಿನ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡಿ ೮೦೦ ರೂ ತೆಗೆದು ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದು ಇದೆ. ನನ್ನ ತಿಂಗಳ ಖರ್ಚು ಎರಡು  ಸಾವಿರ ರೂಪಾಯಿ ಮೀರ್‍ತಾ ಇತ್ತು. But experienceಗಾಗಿ ನಾನು ದೂರದರ್ಶನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲಸ ಮುಂದುವರಿಸಿದೆ. ನನಗೆ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ದಿನ dates ಸಿಕ್ತಾ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಜೋತೆಗೆ ನಮಗೆ payment ಆಗೊವರೆಗೆ ಆದನ್ನು ನಂಬಿ ಕೂತರೆ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ಮೇಲೆ ತಣ್ಣಿರು ಬಟ್ಟೆ ಗ್ಯಾರಂಟಿ. ನನಗೆ ಮನೆಯವರ support ತುಂಬ ಇತ್ತು ಈಗಲೂ ಅಮ್ಮ, ಅಪ್ಪ ನನಗೆ ಆರಾಮವಾಗಿ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇರಲು ಹೇಳ್ತಾರೆ ಆದರೆ ಮುಂದೆ ಏನಾದರೂ life U turn ತೆಗೆದು ಕೊಂಡರೆ ನನ್ನ ಸಹಾಯಕ್ಕೆ ಬರೋದು ನನ್ನ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾತ್ರ ಆನ್ನೋ ನಂಬಿಕೆ ನನ್ನದು. ಆದರಿಂದ ಕಡಿಮೆ ಸಂಬಳವಾದ್ರು ನಾನು ಇನ್ನೂ ದೂರದರ್ಶನದಲ್ಲಿ ಉಳಿದು ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದೇನೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ದೂರದರ್ಶನದಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ನನ್ನ datesಗಿಂತ substitute dates ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಮಾಡ್ತೀನಿ. ಮಾರ್ಚ ತಿಂಗಳಿನಲ್ಲಿ almost full month ಕೆಲಸ ಸಿಕ್ತು. ಈ casual duty ಮಾಡೋ ಒಂದು advantage ಅಂದ್ರೆ dutyಗೆ ಅಂತ ಹೋದ್ರೆ ಪ್ರತಿ ದಿನ ಬೇರೆ ಬೇರೆ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಗಳು. ಇದರಿಂದ ತುಂಬ ಅನುಭವಗಳು ಆದ್ವು. ಒಬ್ಬರದೂ ಒಂದೂಂದು ರೀತಿಯ ಸ್ವಭಾವ, ಎಲ್ಲರ ಜೋತೆ adjust ಮಾಡಿಕೊಂಡು ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡ ಬೇಕು. ಕೆಲವರು ಓಳ್ಳೆಯವರಾದರೆ ಕೆಲವರು ತುಂಬ ಕಿರಿಕ್ ಮಾಡೊರು, ಕಾರಣವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಬೈಗುಳ ಫ್ರೀಯಾಗಿ ಸಿಕ್ತಾ ಇತ್ತು. ದುರಂತ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಇದೆ ಅಲ್ವಾ? ನನ್ನದಲ್ಲದ ತಪ್ಪಿಗೆ ನಾನು ಬೈಸ್ಕೊತಾ ಇದ್ದೆ. DDನಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡೊ ಕೆಲವರು media fieldಗೆ ನಾಲಾಯಕ್ಕೂ. ಈ ಥರ ಜನಗಳು ಪ್ರಪಂಚದೆಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಇದ್ದಾರೆ ಬಿಡಿ. ಈ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ತುಂಬ ಮಂದಿ ನನಗೆ encourage ಮಾಡಿದ್ದಾರೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDನಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನದೆ ಆದ ಒಂದು image create ಆಗಿ ಹೋಗಿತ್ತು. ನಾವು ಏನೆಂದು ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದೆವೊ ಹಾಗೇ ನೀವು ಖಂಡಿತಾ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅಂತ ನನಗೆ ಜನ ಹೇಳಿದಾಗ ನಕ್ಕು ಸುಮ್ಮನಾಗಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಕೆಲವು ಬಾರಿ ನನ್ನ appearance ನಿಂದ ನನ್ನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಕೆಲವರು  image create ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಕಾರಣವಿರ ಬಹುದೇನೊ. ಈ image ವಿಚಾರ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಸ್ತಾಪ ಮಾಡೊದ್ದಿಕೂ ಒಂದು ಕಾರಣ ಇದೆ. ನಿತ್ಯ ನನ್ನ ಮನೇಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಕೆಲಸದವಳಿಗೂ ನನಗೂ ಒಂದು ರೀತಿ cold war ನಡೀತಾ ಇತ್ತು. ಅವಳು ಮಾಡೊ ಕೆಲಸ ನನಗೆ ಹಿಡಿಸುತ್ತೀರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಅವಳಿಗೆ queen ಅಂತ ಕರೀತಾ ಇದ್ದೆ. ಏನೇ ಆಗಲಿ ಅವಳು ನನಗಿಂತ ವಯಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ದೊಡ್ಡವಳು, ಆಕೆಗೆ ತುಂಬ ನೀಯತ್ತು ಪಾಪ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಒಂದು ದಿನ ನಮ್ಮ queenಗೆ ವಿಪಿ ರೀತ ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ಹದಗೆಟ್ಟಿತ್ತು ಆದರೂ ಆಕೆ ಕೆಲಸಕ್ಕೆ ತಪ್ಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಆಕೆಯ ಪರಿಸ್ಥಿತಿ ನೋಡಿ ನನಗೆ ತುಂಬ ಬೇಜಾರಾಯಿತು. ಆಕೆಯನ್ನು ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ಕೂರಲು ಹೇಳಿ ನಾನೇ ಕೆಲಸ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಮಾಡಿ ಮುಗಿಸಿದೆ. Queen ತುಂಬ ಸುಸ್ತಾದಂತೆ ಕಂಡು ಬಂದಳು ಅವಳಿಗೆ ಒಂದು ಲೋಟ ಮಜ್ಜೀಗೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟೆ. ಅವಳ ಮುಖದಲ್ಲಿ ಏನೋ ಒಂದು ತರಹದ ಮುಜುಗರ, ಧನ್ಯಾತಾ ಭಾವ ಎದ್ದು ಕಾಣುತಿತ್ತು. ಅಮ್ಮ ನನ್ನ behaviour ನೋಡಿ ಖುಷಿ ಪಟ್ರು. ಇದಾದ ಮೂರು ದಿನ queen absent. ಆ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೈಬಗ್ಗಿಸಿ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡಿದ ತೃಪ್ತಿ ನನಗಿದೆ. Queen ಬಂದವಳೆ ನಾನು ತುಂಬ ಉಪಕಾರ ಮಾಡಿದೆ ಆದು ಇದು ಅಂತ ಶುರುಮಾಡಿದ್ದಲು. ಆದರೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೇಲಿ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡೊದು ನನ್ನ ಪುಣ್ಯ ಅಂತ ಹೇಳೊದು ಮಾತ್ರ ಮರೆಯಲಿಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರಕಾರ ಯಾರಿಗೆ ಆಗಲಿ  dignity of labour ಇರಬಾರದು. ಒಮೊಮ್ಮೆ ಕೆಲಸಗಾರರಿಗಿರುವ ನೆಮ್ಮದಿ ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ಹೋಗುತ್ತೆ. ಸದಾ ದುಡಿಸಿ ಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಶ್ರೀಮಂತರು ಎಂದಾದರೂ ಅವರ ಆಳುಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಯೋಚನೆ ಮಾಡ್ತಾರಾ? ಕಡೆ ಪಕ್ಷ ಶ್ರೀಮಂತರ ಮನೆಯ ನಾಯಿಗೆ ಸಿಗುವ royal treatment ಮನುಷ್ಯರಾದ ಕೆಲಸದವರಿಗೆ ಸಿಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ನಿತ್ಯ ಬರುವ ಕೆಲಸದವರು ಒಂದು  ದಿನ ಅವರ private matterಗಾಗಿ ರಜೆ ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡರೆ ಆದನ್ನು ತಿಳಿಯುವ ತನಕ ಬಿಡದ ಹಠಮಾರಿ ಜನ ನಮ್ಮ ನಡುವೆ ಇದ್ದಾರೆ. ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಯೋಚಿಸಿ ನೋಡಿ ನಮ್ಮ ತಾಯಿ holidayನೇ ಇಲ್ಲದೆ officeನಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ರೆ ನಾವು ಆಸಮಾಧಾನ ವ್ಯಕ್ತ ಪಡಿಸೊದ್ದಿಲ್ಲವಾ. ತಿಂಗಳಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ದಿನ ಕೆಲಸದವರಿಗೆ ನೀವೇ ರಜೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟು ನೀವೇ ಕೆಲಸ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಮಾಡಿ ನೋಡಿ ಆಗ ಅವರು ಅನುಭವಿಸುವ pain ನಮಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಅಂಥ ದುಡಿಯೊ ಮಂದಿ ಇಂದ ಅಲ್ವಾ ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನ ಆರಾಮಾಗಿ ನಡೆಯೋದು. ಅವರಿಗೊಂದು ದಿನ ನೀವೇ ರಜೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟು ನೋಡಿ ನಿಮ್ಮ image ಖಂಡಿತಾವಾಗಿ ಬದಲಾಗಿ ಬಿಡುತ್ತೆ!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-6121902515213145485?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/6121902515213145485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/6121902515213145485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/6121902515213145485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='ಕೊಲಾಜ್- ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರಮಾರ್ಚು ಫುಲ್ ಬಿಜಿ ವರ್ಕೂ!!'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-7209016642596213367</id><published>2009-03-26T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಸಂವತ್ಸರ ಸರ ಸರ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SctGecF2Q8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/SiX_kicbnxc/s1600-h/2391604049_e9ec4be09f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317421273791742914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SctGecF2Q8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/SiX_kicbnxc/s320/2391604049_e9ec4be09f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ಮಾವು ಚಿಗುರುತಾವೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಹಸಿರು ಮೂಡುತಾವೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ದಿನವು ಬೆಳಗುತಾವೆ ಈ ಯ&lt;span class=""&gt;ುಗಾದಿಗೆ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಈ ವನವು, ಈ ನಾಡು, ಈ ಜನ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಬದಲಾಗ ಬೇಕು ಈ ಯುಗಾದಿಗೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಹರಿಯುತ್ತದೆ &lt;span class=""&gt;ನದಿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಮುಳುಗುತ್ತಾನೆ ರ&lt;span class=""&gt;ವಿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಕಳಿಯುತಾವೆ ಸಂವತ್ಸರ ಯುಗ ಯುಗಾದಿಗೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಸಿರಿಯ ಹಿಂದೆ &lt;span class=""&gt;ಬರ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಚಲದ ಹಿಂದೆ ಜ್ವರ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಜಾತಿಯ ನಡುವೆ ಅಂತರ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಹೀಗಿದ್ದರು....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಕಳೆಯುತಾವೆ ಸಂವತ್ಸರ ಸರ ಸರ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಜನ ಮನದಲಿ ಮತ್ಸರ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ದೇಶ ದೇಶ ನಡುವೆ ಸಮರ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಸಾವಿಗೂ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಅವಸರ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಹೀಗಿದ್ದರು...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಕಳೆಯುತಾವೆ ಯುಗ ಯುಗಾಂತರ..&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/4082055364560203371-7209016642596213367?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/7209016642596213367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/7209016642596213367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/7209016642596213367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='ಸಂವತ್ಸರ ಸರ ಸರ...'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SctGecF2Q8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/SiX_kicbnxc/s72-c/2391604049_e9ec4be09f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-2157205345176964409</id><published>2009-03-09T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sonnet Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SbUPdj_05sI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vrbYib8_2tQ/s1600-h/forever_summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311168336106940098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SbUPdj_05sI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vrbYib8_2tQ/s320/forever_summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, its summer in the town where I stay and the earth heating up day by day. It’s just the beginning of summer and I am avoiding going out in the sun out of fear that I might get tanned under the scorching sun. To beat the heat we take up various ways, each one in there own style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it really possible to beat the heat of our mind and heart? It’s been a year since I set fire to my own heart. The one who set fire, I can only compare him to the summer heat. At the same time I remembered the above sonnet of Shakespeare, the great. Shakespeare always wrote about love and friendship that’s why he is regarded as favourite of young hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sonnet begins with the question "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?” He is more lovely and more temperate. Summer's days tend toward extremes they are shaken by rough winds in them, the sun ("the eye of heaven") often shines too hot, or too dim. And summer is fleeting. Like, he was with me just for few years. My beloved differs from the summer in that respect, his beauty will last forever ("Thy eternal summer shall not fade...") and never die. My beloved's beauty will accomplish this feat, and not perish because it is preserved in my heart, which will last forever; it will live "as long as men can breathe or eyes can see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep how people in this big bad world can keep moving when they really have pain in their hearts. How much pain does Shakespeare must have gone through in his life for he has written such beautiful lines. His sonnets I am sure applies to many people like me in this world. All the thoughts made me remember about sonnet 18 of Shakespeare. Read and enjoy these wonderful lines if you feel touched just write back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonnet 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; And summer's lease hath all too short a date: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; And every fair from fair sometime declines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But thy eternal summer shall not fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When in eternal lines to time thou growest: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-2157205345176964409?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/2157205345176964409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/03/sonnet-effect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/2157205345176964409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/2157205345176964409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/03/sonnet-effect.html' title='The Sonnet Effect'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SbUPdj_05sI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vrbYib8_2tQ/s72-c/forever_summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-8235524722671725981</id><published>2009-02-14T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:00:29.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope everything goes well….</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008 was when... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I passed out of college...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I got a degree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I made new amazing friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I moved to a new city...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I celebrated my 21st birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I waved good bye to our buddies leaving to the states for higherstudies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when some of them got hurt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when some of my 'friends' screwed up their love life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I made mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I made life decisions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when these decisions turned out to be a tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I felt lonely ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I made amazing friends in a new city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I learnt to be stronger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I realized that everything happens for a reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I let out my anger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when we missed each other when we were at hometown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I missed our mom here ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when we cried for each other ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when we celebrated our birthdays with our friends ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when we were jobless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when we walked around the streets late in the night ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I put budget for the next month (but strictly not following it)&lt;br /&gt;when I survived a terrible accident…&lt;br /&gt;when I lost my lovely sis…&lt;br /&gt;when I fell sick often…&lt;br /&gt;when I slugged my ass writing stories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I got a rank…&lt;br /&gt;when I read lot of spiritual books…&lt;br /&gt;when I produced my own documentaries…&lt;br /&gt;when I found my brother’s love…&lt;br /&gt;when I visited lot of temples…&lt;br /&gt;when I spent many days suffering in the hospital…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year has taken us through all ups and downs we faced in our life...2009.......one more year.....A year to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;To find my life partner  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;to smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;to let people know how much u care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;to learn from my mistakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;to cry when I am feeling down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;to follow my dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;to fight against everything for my dreams to come true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;to be more confident...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;to find a good job…&lt;br /&gt;to be more strong at heart and mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;to enrich my knowledge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;to gain more degrees…&lt;br /&gt;to teach in NGO…&lt;br /&gt;to make others happy... to Enjoy Life to the Fullest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LET’S WAIT FOR WONDERFUL THINGS TO HAPPEN.&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/4082055364560203371-8235524722671725981?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/8235524722671725981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope-everything-goes-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8235524722671725981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8235524722671725981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope-everything-goes-well.html' title='Hope everything goes well….'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-5630353703793215680</id><published>2009-02-14T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK IN ACTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SZbnD3hFacI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hLR6gStybxQ/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302679664903678402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SZbnD3hFacI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hLR6gStybxQ/s320/lonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;After a few days of being haunted with such fervour of putting meaning to life. Wandering and lurking in a place where I found myself alone and no one, not even a soul, to spend time with. And now that I'm back in action. Wow! I can't still forget what happened while I was there. It just gave me moments to meditate and enjoy life with anything I got to see around. Absolutely not with people. I didn’t have a camera with me. I missed it so badly. A walk had helped me to keep a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to expound creativity on my life's journey. If I sat in a place then I would just scribble paragraphs and later tear off the paper. But whatever I expected didn’t happen. What matters to me the most and what added to my renewed perspective in life today was the time I'd been able to hear inspirational thoughts coming from mom!! Who took her time out from her busy life just to share and help me believe that change is possible. And in these moments, my mom and I got to spend time together. We enjoyed a lot. Being dependent on each other. It had been quite a long time when I was able to stay close again like this with my mom... and to share a bed with her. Wow! Definitely a sweet one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-5630353703793215680?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/5630353703793215680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-in-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/5630353703793215680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/5630353703793215680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-in-action.html' title='BACK IN ACTION'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SZbnD3hFacI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hLR6gStybxQ/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-3893610082610292285</id><published>2009-02-14T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಕೊಲಾಜ್-ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ- ಅಣ್ಣನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SZblxwwMW7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/0nE9NW83490/s1600-h/Brother-at-your-side_blue-on-white_hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302678254338726834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SZblxwwMW7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/0nE9NW83490/s320/Brother-at-your-side_blue-on-white_hr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ಡಿಸೆಂಬರ ತಿಂಗಳು ಪೂರ್ತಿ ನನ್ನ ಪಾಲಿಗೆ ಒಂದು ಕೆಟ್ಟ ತಿಂಗಳಾಗಿ ಪರಿಣಮಿಸಿತು. ಒಂದು ರೀತಿ ಕರಾಳವಾಗಿತ್ತು. ತುಂಬ serious ಏನು ಆಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. But still, I suffered like anything. ಎಲ್ಲವು ಶುರುವಾದದ್ದು ಒಂದು ಸಣ್ಣ ಕೆಮ್ಮಿನಿಂದ. ಮೊದಮೊದಲು ಬರಿ ಕೆಮ್ಮು ಬಿಡು ಸರಿಹೋಗಾತ್ತೆ ಅಂತ ನಾನು neglect ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೆ, ಆದ್ರೆ ಆದು ನನ್ನ ನಿದ್ರೆ ಕಿತ್ತು ಕೊಂಡ ಮೇಲೆ ಆದರ ತೀವ್ರತೆ ನನಗೆ ಆರ್ಥವಾಗಿದ್ದು. ಎಷ್ಟೋ doctors ಬಳಿ ಹೋದ್ರು ಏನು ಪ್ರಯೋಜನವಾಗ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಹೋದ ಕಡೆಯೆಲ್ಲಾ tablets, syrup ಅಂತ ಒಂದು ರಾಶಿ ಚಿಟಿ ತುಂಬ ಬರೆದು ಕೊಡ್ತಿದ್ರು. ನನಗೆ ಆದನೆಲ್ಲಾ ನುಂಗೊ punishment. ಆನೇಕ ಮನೆ ಔಷಧಿ ಸಹ ಪ್ರಯೋಗ ಮಾಡಿದ್ವಿ, ಮೆಣಸು, ಹಾಲು, ಆರಿಶಿನ ಪುಡಿ, ಜೀರಿಗೆ, ಶುಂಠಿ, ಇವೆಲ್ಲಾ ಫಲಕಾರಿಯಾಗದಿದ್ದಾಗ brandy, 1peg peters scotch whiskey ಹೀಗೆ ಇನ್ನೂ ಹಲವು! ಇದ್ಯಾವುದ್ದಕ್ಕು ಆ ದರಿದ್ರ ಕೆಮ್ಮು ಬಗ್ಗಲಿಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;ಕೆಮ್ಮು ಹೋಗಿ ಜ್ವರ ಬಂತು, vomitting start ಆಯ್ತು, urine, motion ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಬಂದ್ ಆಗಿ ಹೋಯಿತು. ನಾನಿ ತುಂಬ ನಿಶಕ್ತಳಾಗಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟೆ. ಎದ್ದು ನಿಲ್ಲಲು ಆಗದಂತಹ ಪರಿಸ್ಥಿತಿ. ಆದೊಂದು ದಿನ I was admitted to hospital. ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋದ ನಂತರ ನನ್ನ temperature 103degreeಗೆ ಏರಿತ್ತು. ಮೈಯೆಲ್ಲಾ ಕೆಂಡದಂತೆ ಸುಡುತಿತ್ತು. Hospitalನಲ್ಲಿ ಯರಾದ್ರು ನನ್ನ ಜೋತೆ ಉಳಿದುಕೊಳ್ಳ ಬೇಕಿತ್ತು ಆಗ ಅಣ್ಣ ಉಳಿದು ಕೊಳ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದ. ಈ ಟೈಮ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮಿಬ್ಬರ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ಒಂದು bonding ಬೆಳೆದು ಹೋಯಿತು. ಅಣ್ಣ ಮದುವೆ ಆದಾಗಿನಿಂದ ನಮ್ಮಿಬ್ಬರ ಸಂಬಂಧ ಅಷ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ಅಷ್ಟೆ. ಅಣ್ಣ ಯಾವುದ್ದಕ್ಕೂ ನನ್ನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಕ್ಯಾರೆ ಅಂತ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ನಾನು ಸಹ ಮಾತನಾಡಿಸೊದು ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸಿದ್ದೆ. ಒಂದೇ ಮನೆನಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ರು ನಾವು ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;ಇವೆಲ್ಲಾ ಎಲ್ಲರ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ನಡೆಯೋದೆ ಬಿಡಿ. ಆದರೆ ಈ hospitalನಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದಾಗ ಅಣ್ಣ ನನ್ನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ care ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದು simply great. ಒಂದು ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಮಗು ರೀತಿ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ನೋಡಿಕೊಂಡ. ೫ದಿನ ಆದೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ನೋಡಿ ಕೊಂಡ. ನನಗೆ ಆ drips ಹಾಕಿರೊ ನೋವಿನಲ್ಲೂ ಇದೊಂದೆ ಖುಷಿ. ನಾನು ಎಚ್ಚರವಾಗಿರುವಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲಾ ತುಂಬ ಹೊತ್ತು ಮಾತಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ವಿ, feelings share ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ವಿ. ಅವನು ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಪಾಪು ಅಂತ ಕರಿತಾ ಇದ್ದ ರೀತಿ. ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ನೋವಿನಲ್ಲೂ ಒಂಥರ ಖುಷಿಯಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದ ಮೇಲೆ ಇದೆಲ್ಲಾ ಇರೊದಿಲ್ಲ ಅಂತ ಭಾವಿಸಿದ್ದೆ but nothing has changed. ಈ ಭಾಗ್ಯ ಕರುಣಿಸಿ ಕೊಟ್ಟ ದೇವರಿಗೆ ಒಂದು ಪುಟ್ಟ ಧನ್ಯವಾದ.&lt;br /&gt;ಇದೆಲ್ಲದರ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ನಾನು discharge ಆಗಿ ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದೆ. ನನಗೆ ಇದ್ದ dirty lifestyle change ಆಯ್ತು. ಬೆಳಗೆ ಬೇಗ ಎದ್ದೇಳ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೀನಿ, ರಾತ್ರಿ ಬೇಗ ಮಲಗ್ತೀನಿ. ನಾಲ್ಕು ಕೆಜಿ ತೂಕ ಕಡಿಮೆ ಆಯ್ತು. Body light ಆಗಿ feel ಆಯ್ತು. ಆದರೆ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಬೇಡದೆ ಇರೊ ಚಿಂತೆಯೊಂದು ಕಾಡೊದ್ದಿಕ್ಕೆ ಶುರುವಾಯ್ತು ಆದು ನನ್ನ job ವಿಷಯ.Msc ಮುಗಿಸಿ ೬ ತಿಂಗಳಾದರೂ ನನಗೆ ಸರಿಯಾದ ಕೆಲಸ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅನ್ನೋದು ನನ್ನನ್ನ ತುಂಬ ಕಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದೆ. ಕಡೆಯದಾಗಿ media field ಅಷ್ಟೆ ಅಲ್ಲಾ ಯಾವುದಾದರೂ ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ ಎಷ್ಟು ಸಂಬಳಕ್ಕಾದರೂ ಸರಿ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡಬೇಕು ಅಂತ ತೀರ್ಮಾನ ಮಾಡಿ ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ ನೋಡೋಣ ದೇವರು ಏನು ಪ್ರಸಾದ ಕೊಡ್ತಾನೆ ಅಂತ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-3893610082610292285?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/3893610082610292285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3893610082610292285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3893610082610292285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='ಕೊಲಾಜ್-ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ- ಅಣ್ಣನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ.'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SZblxwwMW7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/0nE9NW83490/s72-c/Brother-at-your-side_blue-on-white_hr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-3142605845034473997</id><published>2008-12-31T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish You A Happy New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SVuERCvQXDI/AAAAAAAAANk/Dd9eyMQd2pM/s1600-h/flower_bg+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285964015977126962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SVuERCvQXDI/AAAAAAAAANk/Dd9eyMQd2pM/s400/flower_bg+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4082055364560203371-3142605845034473997?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/3142605845034473997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/wish-you-happy-new-year-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3142605845034473997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3142605845034473997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/wish-you-happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Wish You A Happy New Year 2009'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SVuERCvQXDI/AAAAAAAAANk/Dd9eyMQd2pM/s72-c/flower_bg+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-7210087980765938161</id><published>2008-12-31T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:05:27.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collage; Colours of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SVuCuv3cAUI/AAAAAAAAANc/ByNaob5DUFI/s1600-h/Stone_steps_in_the_woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285962327283990850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SVuCuv3cAUI/AAAAAAAAANc/ByNaob5DUFI/s320/Stone_steps_in_the_woods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well another year has passed by and become history. The year 2008, was a mixture of joys and sorrows. I really don’t want to think of the past. Some moments were sweet, some bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Big blow to me came in the form of accident which was a re birth for me. My vasu’s sad dismiss, my illness all this add on to my sorrowful list. I became a PG holder, made lots of money, started connecting with people and also some good friends brought me abundance of joy in life.&lt;br /&gt;Successful life involves both planning and improvising. Sometimes we actually do need a script for our life. Those scripts that are working well for us (positive habits, for example) should be preserved and treasured. Our moment-to-moment experience should be improvisational. That is, life brings us opportunities, question, and problems to solve, and we respond in real time, trying to make sense out of each challenge or offer.&lt;br /&gt;Failure to plan can have real consequences. Scheduling medical checkups is important. It is important to buy airline tickets in advance, fill up the gas tank before the fuel gauge signals empty, and pay a parking ticket the day you receive it.You are always the one steering the canoe, however. Sometimes on the white-water-rapids course it is both relaxing and exhilarating to be swept along by the swells, oars at rest, watching the scenery and marvelling at the ease of it all. And sometimes we must paddle against the current in order to take a fork in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning provided a platform for me to improvise. Taking an improvised step always leads you somewhere. Notice where you are going. May be in the coming year my biggest challenge in front of me would be decision in my marriage and also to find a sustainable job in the media industry. A year is ending and obviously a new year is coming ahead with new hopes. Let’s hope for the best and let god lead my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-7210087980765938161?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/7210087980765938161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/collage-colours-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/7210087980765938161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/7210087980765938161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/collage-colours-of-life.html' title='Collage; Colours of life.'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SVuCuv3cAUI/AAAAAAAAANc/ByNaob5DUFI/s72-c/Stone_steps_in_the_woods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-4429967197338469989</id><published>2008-12-31T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SVuBhih5xqI/AAAAAAAAANU/6y-jr8TDjPU/s1600-h/4+orkut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285961000854079138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SVuBhih5xqI/AAAAAAAAANU/6y-jr8TDjPU/s400/4+orkut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಗೆಳತಿ ಶೃತಿ ಹೋಸ ಬಾಳ ಹೋಸ್ತಿಲಲ್ಲಿ.......&lt;br /&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/4082055364560203371-4429967197338469989?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4429967197338469989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4429967197338469989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4429967197338469989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SVuBhih5xqI/AAAAAAAAANU/6y-jr8TDjPU/s72-c/4+orkut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-6415108590162629228</id><published>2008-12-16T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:09:55.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ಕೊಲಾಜ್; ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SUfKY3TKDjI/AAAAAAAAANE/SAaTkFDsWew/s1600-h/anger2-747499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280411616625167922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SUfKY3TKDjI/AAAAAAAAANE/SAaTkFDsWew/s400/anger2-747499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಏನು ಅಂತ ಬರಿಲಿ. ಕೆಲವು ದಿನಗಳಿಂದ ನಾನು ಅನುಭವಿಸ್ತಾ ಇರೊ ನೋವು ಇದೆಯಲ್ಲಾ ಆದು ಯಾರಿಗೂ ಬೇಡ ದೇವರೆ. ದೇಹದ ನೋವಾದರೂ ಸಹಿಸಬಹುದು, ಆದ್ರೆ ಮಾನಸಿಕ ಯಾತನೆ ಸಹಿಸೊಕ್ಕಾಗಲ್ಲ. ಇಷ್ಟಕೆಲ್ಲ ಮೂಲ ಕಾರಣ ನಾನು ತುಂಬ ಸೂಕ್ಷ್ಮ ಮನಸಿನವಳು. ಒಂದು ವಿಚಾರ ತಲೆಗೆ ಬಂತು ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಅದನ್ನ ಬಹಳ deep ಆಗಿ ತಗೆದು ಕೊಂಡು ಕೋರಗಿ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಹಿಂಡಿ ಹಿಪ್ಪೆಯಾಗಿ ಬಿಡುತ್ತೆ. ಈಗ ನಾನು jobless ಆಗಿದ್ದೀನಿ. ಮಾಧ್ಯಮ ಕ್ಷೇತ್ರದಲ್ಲಿ ತುಂಬ ಹೆಸರು ಹಾಗು ದುಡ್ಡು ಮಾಡಬೇಕು ಅನ್ನೊದು ನನ್ನ ಕನಸಾಗಿತ್ತು. ನಾನು ಈಗ ದೂರದರ್ಶನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ರು ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂಥರ stagnant ಜೀವನ. ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ಡೇಟ್ಸ್ ಕೊಡಲ್ಲ, ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ಪೇಮೆಂಟ್ ಕೂಡ ಕೊಡಲ್ಲ. ಮತ್ತು ನಾನು ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಎದುರಿಸಿದ ಆನೇಕ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗಳು.ನಾನು ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ರೆ ಅದಕ್ಕ ಕಲ್ಲು ಹಾಕ್ಕೊರು ತುಂಬ ಜನ ನನ್ನ ಸುತ್ತ ಇದ್ದಾರೆ.ಸದಾ financial independence ಗಾಗಿ ಮನೆಯವರ ಜೋತೆ ಹೋರಾಟ ನಡೆಸಿದವಳು ನಾನು.ದೂರದರ್ಶನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲಸಕ್ಕೆ ಸೇರಿದ ಮೇಲೆ ನಾನು ನನ್ನ ಖರ್ಚನ್ನ ನಾನೇ ನಿಭಾಯಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗ್ತಾಯಿದ್ದೆ.petrol, ಆದು ಇದು ಅಂತ ನನ್ನ ಒಂದು ವರ್ಷದ ಸಂಪಾದನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ಏನನ್ನು ಉಳಿಸೊದ್ದಿಕ್ಕೆ ಆಗಲೆ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಯಾವುದಾದರೂ ಬಡ ಮಗುವನ್ನು ಓದಿಸಬೇಕು ಅನ್ನೊ ಇರಾದೆ ನನಗೆ ತುಂಬ ಇತ್ತು. ಇದುವರೆಗೂ ಆ ಆಸೆ ನೆರವೇರಲೆ ಇಲ್ಲ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಇಷ್ಡು ಓದಿ ದಬಾಕಿ, ಕಡೆಗೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಬಂದ್ರೆ ಇದುವರೆಗೂ ಎಲ್ಲೂ ಕೆಲಸ ಸಿಗಲಲ್ಲ.ಇದು ನನ್ನ ತುಂಬ ದೊಡ್ಡ ವರಿ. ಅಷ್ಟಕ್ಕೂ ದುಡ್ಡಿಲೆ ಬೇಕು ಆನ್ನೋ ದರ್ದು ಹಾಗೂ ಸಂಸಾರವೆ ನನ್ನ ತಲೆ ಮೇಲಿದೆ ಅಂತ ಪರಿಸ್ಥತಿ ನನಗೇನು ಇಲ್ಲ. ಆದ್ರು ಕೆಲಸದ ವಿಚಾರ ನನ್ನ ತಲೆಕೆಡಿಸಿದೆ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ನಾನು abnormalಆ ಅಂತ ನನ್ನಲ್ಲೆ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಯೊಂದು ಹುಟ್ಟಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತೆ. ಇದೆಲ್ಲದರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನಾನು ಯೋಚನೆ ಮಾಡಿ ಹುಚ್ಚಿಯಾಗೊ ಹೊತ್ತಿಗಾಗಲೇ ನಮ್ಮಪ್ಪ ನನಗೆ ಹೋಸದೊಂದು tension ಸೃಷ್ಠಿಸಿದರು. ಆದೇ ಮದುವೆ.ನನಗೆ ಮದುವೆ ಅನ್ನೋದು ಒಂದು ಮಧುರ ಬಯಂಕರ ಪದ.ಎಲ್ಲಾದ್ದಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಮುಖ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಒಂದು ಓಳ್ಳೆ ನೌಕರಿ ಸೇರಬೇಕು, ಅಮ್ಮಂಗೆ ಸೀರೆ ಕೊಡಿಸಬೇಕು, ಅಪ್ಪಂಗೆ ಸಫಾರಿ ಹೊಲಿಸಬೇಕು ಹೀಗೆ ಇನ್ನೂ ಅನೇಕ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಆಸೆಗಳು.ಆದರೆ ಇವೆಲ್ಲ ಕೈಗೂಡೊ ಮೊದಲೆ ನಾನು ಮದುವೆಯ ಬಂಧನಕ್ಕೆ ಬಿದ್ದೆ ಅಂದ್ರೆ, ಎಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಸ್ವತಂತ್ರ ಕಳೆದು ಕೊಂಡು ಬಿಡ್ತಿನೊ ಅನ್ನೊ ಭಯ ನನಗೆ.ಮಧ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಮದುವೆಯಾಗುವಂತೆ ಅಪ್ಪನ ಹಿಂಸೆ. ಅವರಿಗೆ ಅವರ responsibilty ಚಿಂತೆ. ಇಲ್ಲಿ ವಿರ್ಪಯಾಸ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ನನ್ನ ಭಾವನೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಬೆಲೆಯೆ ಇಲ್ಲದಂತಾಗಿರುವುದು. ಅಪ್ಪನ ಒತ್ತಾಯಕ್ಕೆ ಮಣಿದು ನಾನು ಮದುವೆಗೆ ಒಪ್ಪಿಗೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಾಗಿದೆ.ಮುಂದೆ ದೇವರ ಇಚ್ಚೆ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಈ ಜ್ಯೋತಿಷ್ಯ, ಶಾಸ್ತ್ರ ಇವೆಲ್ಲ ನಾನು ಮುಂಚೆ ನಂಬ್ತಾ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ತೀರ ಈಚಿನ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ಇವುಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ತಲೆಕೆಡಿಸಿಕೊಳೊಕೆ ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿದೆ. ನನ್ನ ಜಾತಕವನ್ನ ಹಿಡಿದು ಕೊಂಡು ಆನೇಕ ಜೋಹಿಸರ ಬಳಿ ತಿರುಗಾಡಿದೆ.ಹೀಗೆ ಹೋದ ಕಡೆ ಡಿಸಂಬರ ೯ರ ನಂತರ ನನಗೆ ಓಳ್ಳೆ ಸಮಯ ಇರುವುದು ಎಂದು ಹೇಳಿದರು. ಈ ಟೈಮ್ ಗಾಗಿ ಬಕಪಕ್ಷಿಯಂತೆ ಕಾಯುತಾ ಕೂತೆ. ಈ ಮಧ್ಯೆ spiritual books ಓದುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ನನಗೆ ಒಂದು ಸತ್ಯ ಅರಿವಾಗಿ ಹೋಯಿತು. ಈ ಜಾತಕ, ಶಾಸ್ತ್ರ ಇವೆಲ್ಲ ಬರೋ ತೊಂದರೆಗಳನ್ನ ಕೊಂಚ ತಕ್ವ ಮಾಡುತ್ತವೆಯೆ ಹೋರತು ವಿಧಿ ಆಟದ ಮುಂದೆ ನಾವೆಲ್ಲ ಶೂನ್ಯ. ಒಂದು ಕಲ್ಲು ನಮ್ಮ ತಲೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಬೀಳುತ್ತದೆ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ನಾವು ಶಾಸ್ತ್ರ ಕೇಳುವ ಮೂಲಕ ಆ ಬೀಳುವ ಕಲ್ಲನ್ನು ನಮ್ಮ ಕಾಲಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಬೀಳಿಸಿ ಕೊಳ್ಳ ಬಹುದು. ಆದೆ ಕಲ್ಲು ನಮ್ಮ ತಲೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಬಿದ್ದಿದ್ದರೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರಾಣವೆ ಹಾರಿಹೋಗುತ್ತಿತ್ತು ನಾವು ಹೆಚ್ಚೆತ್ತು ಕೊಂಡು ಕಾಲಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಕಲ್ಲು ಬಿದ್ದಿದ್ರಿಂದ ನಾವು ಕುಂಡುತ್ತಾ ಜೀವನ ಸಾಗಿಸಬಹುದು.ಕಲ್ಲು ಬೀಳುವುದು ನಿಷ್ಚಿತ ಅದನ್ನು ತಪ್ಪಿಸಲು ಯಾರಿಂದಲೂ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ.ಇದ್ದಕ್ಕೆಲ್ಲ ಒಂದೇ ಮಾರ್ಗ ಆ ಭಗವಂತನ ಮೊರೆ ಹೋಗುವುದು.ಜ್ಯೋತಿಷ್ಯವೆ ಸತ್ಯ ಅನ್ನೋ ಭ್ರಮೆಗೆ ಬಿದ್ರೆ  ಹೋಗದ ಊರಿಗೆ ಟ್ರೈನ್ ಹತ್ತಿ ಕುಳಿತ ಹಾಗೆ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-6415108590162629228?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/6415108590162629228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/6415108590162629228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/6415108590162629228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_16.html' title='ಕೊಲಾಜ್; ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SUfKY3TKDjI/AAAAAAAAANE/SAaTkFDsWew/s72-c/anger2-747499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-614682291091593912</id><published>2008-12-16T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is the time to only connect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SUfI65p01aI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DbRO00HASU8/s1600-h/25.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SUfI65p01aI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DbRO00HASU8/s400/25.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280410002349413794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;Christmas is a season of connectedness of human beings with god and with one another. I still cherish the memories of December month. It was a special month simply because we celebrated Christmas with everyone. Secret Santa games, making crib, Christmas tree. God! How beautiful those days were. I know now I can never do all these things now because I am out of college. I can only kneel down in front of Jesus and just pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Though I am not a Christian by birth, thoughts and practices of Christianity have had a great impact on me. I do pray to lord Jesus and visit churches regularly. May be this is because I have studied in Christian institutions.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Well for many connectedness simply means parties, celebrations, family dinners etc. all this of course makes us feel good as long as we are in company. But we get lonely once the party is over.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;One way to escape from this loneliness is to discover that our connectedness results not so much from what we do together but from realising what we are. The celebration of Christmas is basically about who we are. Christmas actually tells us that god is with us.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Our sympathy for AIDS victims is untarnished. We offer money to some poor man on the street whom we are not related to. By this other few instances we should discover that each one is bonded together by our participation in the life that comes as god’s gift. Close your eyes and listen to the silent music of your heart.&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/4082055364560203371-614682291091593912?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/614682291091593912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-time-to-only-connect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/614682291091593912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/614682291091593912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-time-to-only-connect.html' title='Christmas is the time to only connect'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SUfI65p01aI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DbRO00HASU8/s72-c/25.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-8030170297206576114</id><published>2008-12-05T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Some days are cold and dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;make us feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;days are hard to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;those days God knew we need an extra hug or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So he gave us friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;that we would always have an angel close when we needed one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I Have You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCywG67Yx3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCywG67Yx3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-8030170297206576114?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/8030170297206576114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8030170297206576114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8030170297206576114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-my-friend.html' title='OH my friend'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-3815501156083577144</id><published>2008-11-27T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SS7I14iEb2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/LqNkr9mPaqE/s1600-h/2_Love-letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SS7I14iEb2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/LqNkr9mPaqE/s400/2_Love-letter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273373041731333986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="xgavatar"&gt;This is a creative love letter I received from an unknown person. It was written in terrible hand writing on a &lt;/span&gt;small piece of handmade paper. It goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;You take a place in my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... because you take four minutes to wash your hands and face&lt;br /&gt;and you wash them more than ten times in a day.&lt;br /&gt;... because you can only focus on one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;... because you get angry very soon and shout at people.&lt;br /&gt;... because you pause movies when people are talking.&lt;br /&gt;... because you are always a little mean before you are nice.&lt;br /&gt;... because you hate technology but still depend on it.&lt;br /&gt;... because you are silent.&lt;br /&gt;…because you write lots.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…because you are very religious and holy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…because of simply that you are.&lt;br /&gt;So, I write, in my terrible handwriting, on this beautiful piece of paper. I don't write I love you but you could if you wanted. Then on the back I have written a little something. “I know what your reply will be. Keep smiling always. I wont force you”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmmm….. strange people on this earth you see.&lt;br /&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/4082055364560203371-3815501156083577144?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/3815501156083577144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-creative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3815501156083577144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3815501156083577144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-creative.html' title='Something creative'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SS7I14iEb2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/LqNkr9mPaqE/s72-c/2_Love-letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-1390758537918906121</id><published>2008-11-27T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizing a sunset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SS7IJaIU9VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Em2fAerqPjs/s1600-h/Hunstanton-sunset-beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SS7IJaIU9VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Em2fAerqPjs/s400/Hunstanton-sunset-beach2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273372277656057170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; mso-line-height-alt:16.8pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; line-height: 22px; "&gt;Around 5:30pm, I was on the bus one day and everybody on the bus was quiet.  Thank god the bus was not crowded. I usually hate traveling by city buses in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. People in the bus looked like they had just gotten off from work, students had just finished their last class and everybody was a little tired from a long day. Everybody had someone to speak with. Woman discussing about, what to cook for dinner? College girls deciding, which dress to be worn tomorrow to college? Very interesting gossips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:16.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;position:relative;top:0pt;mso-text-raise:0pt; letter-spacing:0pt"&gt;It wasn’t a particularly good day for me either as I was feeling quite tired. I was just looking outside of the window without any specific thought in my mind. Just enjoying my favorite song, this was playing in my ears with the help of my cell phone. It was the same view I have seen many times before, people hurrying home, bad traffic jams, ruthless auto drivers, horns etc. Totally uninteresting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; position:relative;top:0pt;mso-text-raise:0pt;letter-spacing:0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:16.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;position:relative;top:0pt;mso-text-raise:0pt; letter-spacing:0pt"&gt;In front of me, there was a guy sitting in the seat who didn't look too clean. As he was looking out of the window, the guy suddenly turned to me and pointed at something outside. “Hey, look, look.” He had a big smile on his face. I turned to the direction he was pointing in and there it was...the beautiful sankey tank burning with a beautiful sunset. The lake was coated with bright orange light and shadows. It was spectacular. He turned to other people on the bus and told them to look at the sunset.  He repeated, “Wow” and “it’s so beautiful, “again and again. Everybody enjoyed the view indeed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;position:relative; top:0pt;mso-text-raise:0pt;letter-spacing:0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;position:relative;top:0pt;mso-text-raise:0pt; letter-spacing:0pt"&gt;The amazing view also helped me to end my long tiring day with a good feeling in my heart. But, more importantly, I was so inspired to see that this guy wanted to share the beautiful view with everybody on the bus, totally strangers. His kind act made me feel like I do when I accidentally find something that I had lost which I didn’t even know I had lost. He made me realize that I had lost the feelings and the excitement I used to have everyday. In the midst of my chaotic life, many things had lost their color and movement. Yes, I realized I had lost many people also. I chose to be alone. But he reminded me that things are still there they never get lost. The sun will obviously come back with a spectacular view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;"&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/4082055364560203371-1390758537918906121?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/1390758537918906121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/11/realizing-sunset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/1390758537918906121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/1390758537918906121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/11/realizing-sunset.html' title='Realizing a sunset.'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SS7IJaIU9VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Em2fAerqPjs/s72-c/Hunstanton-sunset-beach2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-8522840369244339247</id><published>2008-11-25T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Little Things That Made a Big Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SSwZ4MQRU0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/m7eB7e_L46Q/s1600-h/1579500270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272617716896846658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SSwZ4MQRU0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/m7eB7e_L46Q/s400/1579500270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the beginning of this month I was reminded that everything we do matters in life. I did 3 small things this week that I found out made a big difference to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was travelling to Mysore. The train was very crowded one old lady was finding very difficult to get down from the train with all her luggage. In order to help her I just got all her bags down and was waiting for her to get down in between the crowd. The lady got down and thanked me for keeping her bags safely as it had lots of cash in it which she had brought to purchase gold for her daughters wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the drugstore, a woman stocking cold medicine dropped one. I picked it up and handed it to her, thinking nothing of it. She thanked me and told me her back was hurting and she appreciated what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine was walking in the park I just waved out to her with a smile. She did the same thing to me. Few hours later she gave a call to me and told me that she could come out of her sadness to an extent because she had smiled wholeheartedly. And she also chose me to share her sadness with. I found that a few kind words can touch someone more deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple “Thank you” does matter and can make someone feel appreciated. A sincere “I’m sorry” does make a difference and can lighten a difficult situation. And a few thoughts from the heart grow larger when they reach someone else’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all these I must share one interesting fact about me that is-----‘s smile makes me forget my sadness. ----‘s face brings happiness within me. Yes, it has worked many a times and is still working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely thought much about it when I did any of these things. But I was reminded yet again that everything we do matters. Never underestimate the impact you may have on someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...we need silence to be able to touch souls. --Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the Change:&lt;br /&gt;Try spending a part of each day in silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-8522840369244339247?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/8522840369244339247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-little-things-that-made-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8522840369244339247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8522840369244339247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-little-things-that-made-big.html' title='Three Little Things That Made a Big Difference'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SSwZ4MQRU0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/m7eB7e_L46Q/s72-c/1579500270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-1066335917374259568</id><published>2008-11-25T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply fresh; Psycho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SSwXTcHNWgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nWggxP7IAd0/s1600-h/07_psycho_0511_615xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272614886475389442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SSwXTcHNWgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nWggxP7IAd0/s320/07_psycho_0511_615xx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SSwXTUsz4jI/AAAAAAAAAME/jiqD3nxV9Hw/s1600-h/01_psycho_0511_615xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272614884485620274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SSwXTUsz4jI/AAAAAAAAAME/jiqD3nxV9Hw/s320/01_psycho_0511_615xx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SSwXTDA3ZmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/p9wEey_XHA4/s1600-h/13_psycho_0511_615xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272614879737898594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SSwXTDA3ZmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/p9wEey_XHA4/s320/13_psycho_0511_615xx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SSwXTGliytI/AAAAAAAAALs/Nrm60KTPhh4/s1600-h/05_psycho_0511_615xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272614880697043666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SSwXTGliytI/AAAAAAAAALs/Nrm60KTPhh4/s320/05_psycho_0511_615xx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Psycho is a suspense thriller, perhaps one of the best films in the suspense genre that the Kannada industry has seen. Totally the film matches the hype and expectations built around it. The release of psycho no doubt created curiosity because of the suspense built around the star cast and also the popularity gained by the music much before the release of the film. The film is no doubt a innovative concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Director Devadatta’s debut movie is technically rich. Devadutta has cleverly inserted songs. Dialogues in the movie are very crisp and also are a blend of literature. Psycho appeals largely because of the hard work put in by its talented technicians headed by director Devadatta. Music director Raghu Dixit has composed extra ordinary songs for the film, while cinematographer Saba Kumar comes out a winner with his top rated photography. And Kemaparaj’s editing work, art department work by Balu are examples of superb craft. The film ends as a razor sharp thriller which makes you sit on your seat's edge many a time. The shot compositions and background colours perfectly convey the mood of the film.  Though technically rich, few aberrations in the film show the weakness of the script. Some facts in the film cannot be accepted and finally the viewer may come to a conclusion that after all films is not reality rather its dramatic. The story revolves around the hero (His name is not revealed any time in the film) who prefers a lonely life. He stalks a girl called  Pavana who has just  joined as a television anchor. Pavana slowly understands the presence of an unknown person who holds her hand out of every tough situation she falls into. The hero is so possessive about Pavana that he turns to violent ways whenever somebody misbehaved. He interacts with Pavana through his mobile phone, which gets a number change every time he speaks. Pavana almost decides to meet him and even propose to him when she gets some startling information about him. This piece of information makes Pavana change her mind. What happens later is best to be watched on screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New comers, Dhanush and Anita who have acquitted well. Both these artists deserve to get more space in Kannada films in the future. Though these artists are not a handsome hunk and a glamorous beauty. Anywhere through out the film its difficult to identify that Dhanush and Anita are newcomers. Raghu Dixit’s music rocks and song picturization is top class.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all these I feel psycho is flop because there were hardly any people in the theatre to watch the film. But each one should be glad that psycho has given a good hero, heroine, cinematographer, director and of course music director. Do watch psycho for a musical and technical treat. 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SQ7YRklZw9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/-G1OqZ9ObGQ/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264382810832618450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SQ7YRklZw9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/-G1OqZ9ObGQ/s1600-h/9.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ಕಾಲನ ಕರೆಗೆ ಕಿವಿಗೊಟ್ಟು...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-3816618086549639674</id><published>2008-11-03T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DID I EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SQ7YBj-OikI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Z2q6HSsL8xg/s1600-h/7531300184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SQ7YBj-OikI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Z2q6HSsL8xg/s320/7531300184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264382535790398018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;Why did I ever think of you to be the love for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;When I already know you were made for someone better than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why did I love you the way I did?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why did I love you more than I could?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;I don’t know how the days of finally losing you would be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;But my broken heart has the strength to lose love and pain to reap&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why did all my dreams shatter and come to an end? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;It is I think because I got a new friend called loneliness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Can I hope at least you would be my best friend?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Or will I just be left with me and myself as a friend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why did I ever fall in love with you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why did I ever write these lines of love for you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;I write this line thinking of someone like you in my head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;God knows how I would accept someone else in your place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now that I walk this way of my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;On the roadside I see a flower &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;A tear rolls down my cheek, because I know I can never give you a flower&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Never write a letter to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;I think of the past and present days going ahead&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have had good and bad times as well&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;The youth stage has passed and I am getting older&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;This is making me accept the hard truth that you have walked out of the door&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;For the joy full and fun loving person I was&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now heartbroken and lonely at present times &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;I spend with a smile and sparkle in my eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;When I am out and low, I have friends of course&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;But I always look out for your hands to wipe my tears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Trying to be very strong from inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;But most of the time I fail&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;A bit of success, work, friends and parents makes me to forget about you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;But the thoughts of you come back and say ‘hello’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;There was days when your presence was a habit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;But now your absence is also become a habit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Trying to make my heart a stone &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;I now walk alone on this lonely road&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;With the word ‘LIFE MOVES ON'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ನೆನಪು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮೋಡದ ನಡುವೆ ತೇಲಿ ಹೋದ ನೆನಪು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಕಣ್ಣಲ್ಲೆ ಮಾತನಾಡಿದ ನೆನಪು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಸುಖದ ಹೋಳೆ ನನ್ನ ಈ ಮನ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಹಳೆಯ ಕೆಲವು ಕೆಟ್ಟ ನೆನಪುಗಳಿಂದ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಅನುಭವಿಸುವನು ಯಾತನೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಆಗ ಎದುರು ನೋಡುವನು ನೆನಪಿಂದ ಬಿಡುಗಡೆಯ ಹಾದಿಯನ್ನು.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-4614642418582147716?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4614642418582147716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ಬರ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# ನಾನು ಹೇಳಲಾಗದ ಮಾತೊಂದು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಉಳಿದ ಹೋಗಿದೆ ನನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಆ ನನ್ನ ದನಿಯನ್ನು ಮರೆಯಲಾರೆನು ಬದುಕಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮರೆಯಲಾರೆನು ಕನಸ್ಸಿನ ಸಹಕಾರ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಒಮೊಮ್ಮೆ ನೆನೆದರೆ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಅನುಭವಿಸುವುದು ನೋವಿನಾಗರ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4082055364560203371-7478027858993966009?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/7478027858993966009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SQSs-ZmiUVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v6u2qNB_Puw/s1600-h/happy-diwali+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SQSs-ZmiUVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v6u2qNB_Puw/s400/happy-diwali+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261520452699967826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ದೀಪವು ನಿನ್ನದೆ, ಗಾಳಿಯು ನಿನ್ನದೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ಅರದಿರಲಿ ಬೆಳಕು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ಕಡಲು ನಿನ್ನದೆ, ಹಡಗು ನಿನ್ನದೆ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ಮುಳುಗದಿರಲಿ ಬದುಕು.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ಸಮಸ್ತರಿಗೂ ಬೆಳಕಿನ ಹಬ್ಬದ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ಳು&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/4082055364560203371-2848003036849207907?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/2848003036849207907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-diwali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/2848003036849207907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/10/itz-love.html' title='ITZ LOVE'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-8578933862882963809</id><published>2008-10-06T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಖುಷಿ ಕೊಟ್ಟ ತುಮಕೂರು ಭೇಟಿ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SOpoiuEUuFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vOsrW9rpRR4/s1600-h/flower2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254126860972111954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SOpoiuEUuFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vOsrW9rpRR4/s320/flower2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮೊಟ್ಟ ಮೊದಲ ಬಾರಿಗೆ ನಾನು ತುಮಕೂರಿಗೆ ದಿನಾಂಕ ೨೭/೦೯/೨೦೦೮ರಂದು ಕಾಲಿಟ್ಟಾಗ ನನಗೆ ಆತ್ಯಾಂತ ಸಂತೋಷ ಉಂಟಾಯಿತು. ನಾನು ಎರಡುವರೆ ವರ್ಷ ಈ ಊರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ವಾಸವಿದ್ದೆ. ಪ್ರತಿ ಬಾರಿ ನಾನು ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಂದು ನಂತರ ವಾಪಸ್ಸು ಹಿಂದಿರುಗುವಾಗ ನನಗೆ ತುಂಬ ಇರ್ರಿತಶನ್ ಉಂಟಾಗುತ್ತಿತು. ಇ ಅಲ್ವಯ್ಸ್ ಹತೆದ್ ದಿಸ್ ಪ್ಲೇಸ್.ನಾನು ಅಂಥ ಪರಿ ತುಮಕೂರನ್ನು ಹೇಟ್ ಮಾಡೊದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾರಣಗಳು ಹಲವು. ಆ ಮಾತು ಬಿಡಿ. ಕಹಿ ಘಟನೆಗಳನ್ನ ಆದಷ್ಟು ಬೇಗ ಮರೆತು ಬಿಡಬೇಕು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಅಂದು ನನ್ನ Msc 4th sem results ಬಂದಿತ್ತು. ನಾನು ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ marks ತೆಗೆದು ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದೆ. ಆ ಖುಷಿ ಒಂದೆಡೆಯಾದರೆ ನನ್ನ ಹಳೆ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರನೆಲ್ಲಾ ನೋಡುತ್ತೇನೆ ಅನ್ನೋ ಒಂದು emotional feeling ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ಬಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತು ತುಮಕೂರು ಸಮಿಪಿಸಿದ ಆ ಕ್ಷಣ ಒಂದು ನಯನ ಮನೋಹರ ದೃಶ್ಯ ನನನ್ನು welcome ಮಾಡಿತು. ಕ್ಯಾತಸಂದ್ರದ ಬಳಿ ಇರೋ ಸಿದ್ಧಗಂಗ ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ಧೈತ್ಯ ಬಂಡೆಗಳು ಮೋಡಗಳನ್ನು ಚುಂಬಿಸುತಾ ಇದ್ದವು. ಆಗ ಸಮಯ ಬೆಳಗ್ಗೆ ೧೦ಗಂಟೆ! ಮುಂಜಾನೆಯ ಮಂಜಿನಂತೆ ಕಂಗೊಳಿಸಿತು ತುಮಕೂರು. ಆವತ್ತು early morning freshness ಇತ್ತು.&lt;br /&gt;ಆ ನಿಸರ್ಗದ ಸವಿಯನ್ನು ಅನುಭವಿಸುತ್ತಾ ಹಾಗೆ ಮೈಮರೆತು ಬಸ್ಸಿನ ಕಿಟಕಿಯಾಚೆಗೆ ತಲೆಯಿಟ್ಟೆ. ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದ ಅಪರಿಚಿತನೊಬ್ಬ "madam careful" ಎಂದು ಕೈಹಿಡಿದು ಎಚ್ಚರಿಸಿದ. ಆ ವೈಭವವನ್ನು ಸೆರೆಹಿಡಿಯಲು ನನ್ನ ಬಳಿ camera ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಬಸ್ಸಿನಿಂದ ನನ್ನ stopನಲ್ಲಿ ಇಳಿದೆ ತುಂಬ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ಹಸಿವಾಗಿತ್ತು ಆದೇ ನಂಡುಡೇಶ್ವರ ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ತಿಂಡಿ, ಆಟೋ ಚಾಲಕರ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಚೌಕಾಸಿ ಇದೆಲ್ಲಾ ಹಳೆ ನೆನಪುಗಳನ್ನು ಮರುಕಳಿಸಿದವು. ನಮ್ಮ ಕಾಲೇಜಿನ ಗೇಟಿನ ಬಳಿ ಇಳಿದಾಗ, ನಮ್ಮ ಕಾಲೇಜಿನ publicityಗಾಗಿ ದೊಡ್ಡದಾಗಿ ಹಾಕ್ಕಿದ್ದ ನನ್ನ photo ಇರುವ ದೊಡ್ಡ banner ಇನ್ನೂ ಹಾಗೆ ಇತ್ತು. ನನನ್ನು ಕರೆತಂದ ಆಟೋದವ ಆದನ್ನು ಕಂಡು ’madam ನೀವು modelಆ’ ಎಂದು ಕೇಳಿದಾಗ ನಗು ಬಂತು. ’ಇಲ್ಲಪ್ಪ ನಾನು ಈ ಕಾಲೇಜಿನ former student’ ಎಂದಾಗ ಆತ ’ಮತ್ತೆ ಕಾಲೇಜಿಗೆ style ಆಗಿ cooling glass ಹಾಕ್ಕೊಂಡು ಬಂದ್ದಿದೀರ’ ಎಂದು ನಗಾಡಿದ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಅಂದು ಕಾಲೇಜಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನನಗೆ ಪರಿಚಯವಿದ್ದ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರೆಲ್ಲ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿರು, ನಮ್ಮ director sir ತುಂಬ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಮಾತನಾಡಿಸಿದ್ರು, ಒಂದು ಪುಟ್ಟ ಸನ್ಮಾನ, ಉಪಚಾರ, ಪ್ರೀತಿ, ಅಭಿನಂದನೆ ಎಲ್ಲವು ಆ ದಿನ ನನ್ನ ಪಾಲಿಗೆ ಇತ್ತು. ಆದರೆ ಇವೆಲ್ಲದರ ನಡುವೆ ನಾನು ತುಂಬ alone ಅಂತ ಅನಿಸೋಕೆ ಶುರುವಾಯಿತು. ಯಾಕೋ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ ಈ ರೀತಿ feelings ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಆವತ್ತು ತುಂಬ ಕಾಡಿತ್ತು.&lt;br /&gt;ನಾನು ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು important situationsನಲ್ಲಿ i will be alone.ಆಗ ನಮ್ಮ ತಂದೆ ತಾಯಿ ನೆನಪಾಗ್ತಾರೆ. ಎಲ್ಲಾರು clap ಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ನನ್ನ parents ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದು clap ಮಾಡಿದ್ರೆ ನನಗೆ ಇನ್ನೊ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಸಂತೋಷ ಆಗ್ತೀತ್ತೇನೊ. ಬಹುಃಶ ನನ್ನ ಅಮ್ಮನ ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದಿದ್ರೆ ನನ್ನ ಜೋತೆ ಬರುತ್ತಿದ್ದಳೇನೊ. ಸದಾ busy ಇರೋ ಅಣ್ಣ, ಅಕ್ಕ. ಇಂತಹದೊಂದು ಮಾಯಾ ಸಂಸಾರ ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dialy ಒಬ್ಬ ತಾಯಿ-ಮಗಳು ನನ್ನ ಮನೆ ಮುಂದೆ ಬೆಳಗ್ಗೆ-ರಾತ್ರಿ walkingಗೆ ಹೋಗ್ತಾರೆ. ನನ್ನ ಅಮ್ಮ ಆರೋಗ್ಯವಾಗಿದ್ದೀದ್ರೆ ಹೀಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಜೋತೆಗೂ ಬರ್‍ತಿದ್ರು ಅಂತ imagine ಮಾಡಿಕೊಂಡ್ರೆ ನನ್ನ ಕಣ್ಣು ತುಂಬಿ ಬರುತ್ತೆ. ಕಷ್ಟ ಪಟ್ಟು ಓದಿ ರ್‍ಯಾಂಕ್ ಬಂದಿದ್ರು ಆ ಸಂತೋಷನ ಯಾರೊಬ್ಬರ ಜೋತೆನೂ ಹಂಚಿ ಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಆಗ್ತಾ ಇಲ್ಲ.ಒಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಅಪ್ಪ pension ದುಡ್ಡಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನನಗೆ Msc ಮಾಡಿಸಿದ್ರು, ಅಮ್ಮನ ಹಾರೈಕೆ, ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಇವೆರೆಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ನಾನು justice ಮಾಡ್ತಿದ್ದೀನ ಅಂತ ಪ್ರಶ್ನಯೊಂದು ನನ್ನ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಉದ್ಭವವಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಇದರ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ಸದಾ ಒಬ್ಬೊಂಟಿತನ ನನ್ನನ್ನ ಕಾಡ್ತಯಿರುತ್ತೆ. Whatever it is i try to be happy. ಇನ್ನೂ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಸಾಧನೆ ಮಾಡ ಬೇಕು ಅನ್ನೋ ಕಿಚ್ಚು ಜೋರಾಗಿ ನನ್ನೊಳಗೆ ಉರಿತಾ ಇದೆ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-8578933862882963809?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/8578933862882963809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8578933862882963809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8578933862882963809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_06.html' title='ಖುಷಿ ಕೊಟ್ಟ ತುಮಕೂರು ಭೇಟಿ'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SOpoiuEUuFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vOsrW9rpRR4/s72-c/flower2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-4627080728170712538</id><published>2008-09-11T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಕಾಡಿದ SMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SMk2a5HOv9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Uwu_lFaTPK0/s1600-h/texting3_narrowweb__300x444,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244783076685299666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SMk2a5HOv9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Uwu_lFaTPK0/s200/texting3_narrowweb__300x444,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ಮುಗಿಯದ ಕವಿತೆ ನೀನು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ಬರೆಯದ ಹಾಡು ನೀನು&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ಅಕ್ಷರ ಬರೆಯದೆ ಈ ಪತ್ರವು ಮುಗಿದಾಗ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ನೆನಪಿನ ರಾತ್ರಿಯಲಿ ತಬ್ಬಲಿ ಅನುರಾಗ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ಎದೆಯ ಗೂಡಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆಳಗುವ ಹಣತೆಯ ಸುತ್ತ ಕಪ್ಪು ಕವಿದಿದೆ ಕುರುಡು ಮನಸ್ಸು ಮಲಗಿದೆ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ರಾತ್ರಿ ಸುಮಾರು ೧೧:೩೦ರ ಸಮಯ ಈ ರೀತಿ ಒಂದು ಸಂದೇಶ ನನ್ನ ಮೋಬೈಲ್ ಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಗೆಳೆಯ ಪಾಟೀಲ್ ನಿಂದ ಬಂತು.ಹೀಗೆ ದಿನ ಒಂದರಲ್ಲಿ ಸುಮಾರು ೧೦೦ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಸಂದೇಶಗಳು ನನ್ನ ಇನ್ ಬಾಕ್ಸ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಬಂದು ಬೀಳುತ್ತವೆ. ನಿಧಾನವಾಗಿ ಆದರೂ ನಾನು ಚಾಚು ತಪ್ಪದೆ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಸಂದೇಶಗಳನ್ನು ಓದುತ್ತೇನೆ. ಆದರಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲವು ಆರ್ಥಹೀನವಾಗಿರುತ್ತವೆ, ಕೆಲವು ಜೋಕ್ಸ್ ಇತ್ಯಾದಿ. ಹಿಂದಿಯನ್ನು ಇಂಗ್ಲೀಷನಲ್ಲಿ ಟೈಪ್ ಮಾಡಿ ಕಳುಹಿಸುತ್ತರಲ್ಲ, ಅಂತಹ ಸಂದೇಶಗಳನ್ನು ನಾನು ಓದುವುದಿಲ್ಲ, ಏಕೆಂದರೆ ನನಗೆ ಹಿಂದಿ ಸ್ಪಷ್ಟವಾಗಿ ಬರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಅಸಲಿಗೆ ಯಾರು ಈ ಸಂದೇಶಗಳನ್ನು ಬರೆಯುತ್ತಾರೆ ಎಂಬುದು ನಿಜಕ್ಕೂ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಬಿಡದೆ ಕಾಡುವ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ. ಇದರ ಸುಷ್ಠೀಕರ್ತ ಯಾರೇ ಆಗಲಿ ಒಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಓಳ್ಳೆ ಸಂದೇಶ ಬಂದರೆ ಆದನ್ನು ಓದಿ ಅನುಭವಿಸುವ ಹೃದಯವಂತಿಕೆ ಇದ್ದರೆ ಸಾಕು. ಯಾರೊ ಕಳುಹಿಸಿದ ಎಸ್.ಎಮ್.ಎಸ್ ಅನ್ನು ನಾವು ಪುನಃ ನಮ್ಮ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರಿಗೆ ಕಳುಹಿಸುವ ಬದಲು, ನಾವೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಹೃದಯಾಳದ ಮಾತನ್ನು ನಮ್ಮ ಶೈಲಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದು ಕಳುಹಿಸಿದರೆ ಒಂದು ರೀತಿಯ ವಿಭಿನ್ನವಾದ ಸಂದೇಶಗಳನ್ನು ನಮ್ಮ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರಿಗೆ ಕಳುಹಿಸಬಹುದು ಇದರಿಂದ ನಮ್ಮ ಕ್ರಿಯಾಶೀಲತೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚುವುದರಲ್ಲಿ ಸಂಶಯವಿಲ್ಲ&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;."Once you care for a person, you will always do the same! For whats in your mind may escape but whats in your heart will remain forever!"&lt;/span&gt; ಈ ಮಾತು ಎಷ್ಟು ಸತ್ಯ ಅಲ್ವ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-4627080728170712538?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4627080728170712538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/09/sms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4627080728170712538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4627080728170712538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/09/sms.html' title='ಕಾಡಿದ SMS'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SMk2a5HOv9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Uwu_lFaTPK0/s72-c/texting3_narrowweb__300x444,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-3867310197621518940</id><published>2008-08-31T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ವಲಸೆ ರಾಜ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆ- ಜಗತ್ತಿನ ವರ್ಣ ವೈಭವ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrCRTh7xeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sEuni_blWFE/s1600-h/B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240714718955161058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrCRTh7xeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sEuni_blWFE/s200/B1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrCRppxbQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9juswxC_CqE/s1600-h/butterfly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240714724893617410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrCRppxbQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9juswxC_CqE/s200/butterfly1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrCRzcwiyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jG-exfyC-To/s1600-h/butterfly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240714727523388194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrCRzcwiyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jG-exfyC-To/s200/butterfly2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಬಣ್ಣ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳು ಕಂಡಾಗ ಒಂದು ಕ್ಷಣ ನಿಂತು ಅವುಗಳನ್ನು ನೋಡದೆ ಮುಂದೆ ಹೋಗಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವೇ? ಬಣ್ಣವೇ ಅವುಗಳ ಮೋಹಕ ಗುಣ, ಬಣ್ಣ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಹೂಗಳ ಮೇಲೆ ಕೂರುತ್ತಾ, ಹಾರುತ್ತಾ ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಂದ ಮುದಕರವರೆಗೆ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಕನಸುಗಳನ್ನು ಹಂಚುತ್ತಾ ಹೋಗುವ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಮರುಳಾಗದವರೇ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಸಸ್ಯಗಳ ಪ್ರೇಮಕಥೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳದ್ದು ಪೋಸ್ಟ್ ಮನ್ ಪಾತ್ರ. ಮಕರಂದವನ್ನು ಹೀರಲು ಹೂಗಳಿಂದ ಹೂಗಳಿಗೆ ಭೇಟಿ ನೀಡುವ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳು ಸಸ್ಯಗಳ ಪರಾಗಸ್ಪರ್ಶ ಕ್ರಿಯೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಧ್ಯವರ್ತಿಗಳಾಗಿ ಭಾಗವಹಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ಮಕರಂದವಲ್ಲದೆ, ಕೊಳೆಯುವ ಹಣ್ಣು, ಪ್ರಾಣಿಗಳ ಮಲ, ಮೂತ್ರ, ಮಣ್ಣಿಗೂ ಸಹ ತಮ್ಮ ಬಾಯಿಯಲ್ಲಿನ ಹೀರು ಕೊಳವೆಯನ್ನು ತೂರಿಸಿ ಅಗತ್ಯ ಪೋಷಕಾಂಶ ಪಡೆಯುತ್ತದೆ. ಆದರೆ, ಕೆಲವು ಪ್ರಭೇದದ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಮಕರಂದ ಬೇಕೇಬೇಕು. ಮಕರಂದವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಅವು ಸಂತಾನೋತ್ಪತ್ತಿ (ಮೊಟ್ಟೆ ಉತ್ಪಾದನೆ) ಮಾಡಲಾರವು.&lt;br /&gt;ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳ ಲಾರ್ವಾಗಳು (ಮರಿ ಹುಳುಗಳು) ನಿರ್ದಿಷ್ಟ ಪ್ರಭೇದದ ಅಥವಾ ಸಂಬಂಧಿತ ಪ್ರಭೇದದ ಸಸ್ಯಗಳ ಎಲೆಗಳನ್ನು ಆಹಾರವಾಗಿ ಬಳಸುತ್ತವೆ. ಆದ್ದರಿಂದಲೇ ಕೆಲವು ಪ್ರಭೇದದ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳು ನಿರ್ದಿಷ್ಟ ಆವಾಸಸ್ಥಾನಕ್ಕೆ ಸೀಮಿತಗೊಂಡಿವೆ. ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳ ೧೫ ತಲೆಮಾರುಗಳು ವರ್ಷವೊಂದರಲ್ಲಿ ಹುಟ್ಟಿ ಬದುಕಿ ಸಾಯುತ್ತವೆ. ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಸುಮಾರು ೧೮,೦೦೦ ಪ್ರಭೇದಗಳಿವೆ ಎಂದು ಆಂದಾಜು ಮಾಡಲಾಗಿದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ಕೆಲವು ಪ್ರಭೇದದ ಹಾತೆಗಳೂ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳಂತೆಯೇ ಕಾಣುತ್ತವೆ. ಆದರೆ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಹಾತೆಗಳು ರಾತ್ರಿ ವೇಳೆ ಹಾರಾಡುತ್ತವೆ. ವೆಲ್ವೆಟ್ನನಂತಹ ದಪ್ಪನೆಯ ರೆಕ್ಕೆಗಳನ್ನು ಹೊಂದಿರುತ್ತವೆ. ರೆಕ್ಕೆಗಳನ್ನು ವಿಶಾಲವಾಗಿ ಹರಡಿಕೊಂಡು ವಿಶ್ರಮಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ರಾತ್ರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆಳಕಿನ ಮೂಲದಿಂದ ಆರ್ಕರ್ಷಿತವಾಗುತ್ತವೆ. ಗಿಡ, ಹೂವು ನೆಲದ ಹಿನ್ನೆಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಲೀನವಾಗಿ ಶತ್ರುಗಳಿಂದ ತಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಮರೆಮಾಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳು ಬಣ್ಣ ಬಣ್ಣದ ರೆಕ್ಕೆಗಳನ್ನು ಹೊಂದಿವೆ. ಕೆಲವಂತೂ ರೆಕ್ಕೆಗಳ ಮೇಲೆ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಕಣ್ಣಿನಂತಹ ವಿನ್ಯಾಸ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಂಡು ಶತ್ರುಗಳನ್ನು ಹೆದರಿಸುತ್ತವೆ. ಸಾವಿರಾರು ಪ್ರಭೇದಗಳ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಗಳನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದರೆ ಇವು ಕೀಟ ಲೋಕದ ಅದ್ಭುತ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿ ಎನ್ನುವ ಮಾತು ಉತ್ಪ್ರೇಕ್ಷೆ ಅಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ಆಧಾರ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4082055364560203371-3867310197621518940?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/3867310197621518940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3867310197621518940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3867310197621518940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_31.html' title='ವಲಸೆ ರಾಜ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆ- ಜಗತ್ತಿನ ವರ್ಣ ವೈಭವ'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrCRTh7xeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sEuni_blWFE/s72-c/B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-37918600539538287</id><published>2008-08-31T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 ways to celebrate life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrBeZoM2bI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7mt9rZ0XAMc/s1600-h/celebrate%2520life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240713844418730418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrBeZoM2bI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7mt9rZ0XAMc/s320/celebrate%2520life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrate life. This phrase looks like sayings of Sri Sri Ravishankar or Acharya Rajneesh. But it is not any of them. I read these 21 ways of celebrating life in a website helpothers.org. In reality when I put it into practice, surprisingly few of them gave me little relief from my stress, worries etc. Though, few I didn’t even try it and don’t want to try it also. I think each one should try this. Come back to me if you experience a different feeling.&lt;br /&gt;1) Eat ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;2) Run on the beach. If you can’t physically do this, use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;3) Call someone who is ill or lonely. Listen to their story. Take the time. Tell them your story, if they ask.&lt;br /&gt;4) Listen to music that touches your heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;5) Sing in the shower, or out loud if you are comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;6) Visit the grave of a loved one and celebrate your continued BREATH. And tell your loved one what’s on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;7) Play with a dog.&lt;br /&gt;8) Thank yourself for putting up with all the things about yourself that drive you nuts! Activate your sense of humour!&lt;br /&gt;9) Apologize to someone you have wronged in any way.&lt;br /&gt;10) Take a day, or even a few hours, “off” to do something you always want to do but never take the time to do.&lt;br /&gt;11) Eat something you never indulge in (unless allergic!) and savour every bite….slowly. No guilt permitted!&lt;br /&gt;12) Re-watch your favourite funny or happy movie in your most comfortable clothes.&lt;br /&gt;13) Make plans with 2 friends that you are crazy about but never see…near or far away.&lt;br /&gt;14) Go outdoors to a natural setting. Sit. Close your eyes. Listen to the world. It’s all an extension of you! Your breath connects you intrinsically to the world.&lt;br /&gt;15) Laugh. Do something fun or silly that evokes laughter. It has been said that laughter is God’s sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;16) Place this list in an envelope and revisit it periodically to see how you are celebrating YOURSELF! If you are good to yourself, you can be much better to those around you.&lt;br /&gt;17) Go to your heart and make all your decisions from there; and all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;18) Follow the path that matters.&lt;br /&gt;19) Believe and feel the change you want to see and you will BE the change you envision.&lt;br /&gt;20) Yet you must know that in the end, it is Love’s garden you must tend.&lt;br /&gt;21) Smile. A smile on your face gives a good feeling to others and you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you had to add one more to this list, what would it be?&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/4082055364560203371-37918600539538287?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/37918600539538287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/08/21-ways-to-celebrate-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/37918600539538287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/37918600539538287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/08/21-ways-to-celebrate-life.html' title='21 ways to celebrate life!!!'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrBeZoM2bI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7mt9rZ0XAMc/s72-c/celebrate%2520life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-4797880909998589645</id><published>2008-08-31T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explore, learn, share; Computer Shortcuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrA6iq43oI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qZWFqlP_iis/s1600-h/Internet%2520Secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240713228370632322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SLrA6iq43oI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qZWFqlP_iis/s320/Internet%2520Secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WINKEY- Pressing the Windows key alone will open Start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + F1-Opens the Microsoft Windows help and support centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + F3- Opens the Advanced find window in Microsoft Outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + D - Brings the desktop to the top of all other windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + M- minimize all windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + SHIFT + M- the minimize done by WINKEY + M and WINKEY + D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + E- open Microsoft explorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + Tab- Cycle through open programs through the taskbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + CTRL + F- Display the search for computers window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + R- Open the run window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + Pause / Break key- Open the system properties window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + U-Open Utility Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINKEY + L- Lock the computer (Windows XP and above only).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt + F---close current program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt + E---Edit options in current program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1---Universal Help in almost every Windows program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + A---Select all text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + X---cut selected item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift + Del---Cut selected item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + c---copy selected item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + Ins---Copy selected item&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + V--- paste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift + Ins---Paste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home---Goes to beginning of current line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + Home---Goes to beginning of document&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End--- Goes to end of current line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + End---Goes to end of document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift + Home---Highlights from current position to beginning of line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift + End---Highlights from current position to end of line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + Left arrow---Moves one word to the left at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + Right arrow ---Moves one word to the right at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the F1 through F12 keys?&lt;br /&gt;Commonly known as "function keys", F1 through F12 may have a variety of different uses or no use at all. Depending on the installed operating system and the software program currently open will change how each of these keys operate. A program is capable of not only using each of the function keys, but also combining the function keys with the ALT and/or CTRL keys, for example, Microsoft Windows users can press ALT + F4 to close the program currently active.&lt;br /&gt;Below is a short-listing of some of the common functions of the functions keys on computers running Microsoft Windows. As mentioned above not all programs support function keys and/or may perform different tasks then those mentioned below.&lt;br /&gt;F1&lt;br /&gt;Almost always used as the help key, almost every program will open the help screen when this key is pressed.&lt;br /&gt;Window key + F1 would open the Microsoft Windows help and support centre.&lt;br /&gt;Open the Task Pane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F2&lt;br /&gt;In Windows commonly used to rename a highlighted icon or file.&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + F2 displays the print preview window in Microsoft Word.&lt;br /&gt;F3&lt;br /&gt;Often opens a search feature for many programs including microsoft Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Shift + F3 will change the text in Microsoft Word from upper to lower case or a capital letter at the beginning of every word.&lt;br /&gt;F4&lt;br /&gt;Open find window.&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the last action performed (Word 2000+)&lt;br /&gt;Alt + F4 will close the program currently active in Microsoft Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + F4 will close the open window within the current active window in Microsoft Windows.&lt;br /&gt;F5&lt;br /&gt;In all modern Internet browsers pressing F5 will refresh or reload the page or document window.&lt;br /&gt;Open the find, replace, and go to window in Microsoft Word.&lt;br /&gt;Starts a slideshow in PowerPoint.&lt;br /&gt;F6&lt;br /&gt;Move the cursor to the Address bar in Internet Explorer and Mozilla Firefox.&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + Shift + F6 opens to another open Microsoft Word document.&lt;br /&gt;F7&lt;br /&gt;Commonly used to spell check and grammar check a document in Microsoft programs such as Microsoft Word, Outlook, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Shift + F7 runs a Thesaurus check on the word highlighted.&lt;br /&gt;Turns on Caret browsing in Mozilla Firefox.&lt;br /&gt;F8&lt;br /&gt;Function key used to enter the Windows startup menu, commonly use to get into Windows Safe Mode.&lt;br /&gt;F9&lt;br /&gt;Opens the Measurements toolbar in Quark 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;F10&lt;br /&gt;In Microsoft Windows activates the menu bar of an open application.&lt;br /&gt;Shift + F10 is the same as right-clicking on a highlighted icon, file, or Internet link.&lt;br /&gt;F11&lt;br /&gt;Full-screen mode in all modern Internet browsers.&lt;br /&gt;F12&lt;br /&gt;Open the Save as window in Microsoft Word.&lt;br /&gt;Shift + F12 save the Microsoft Word document.&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl + Shift + F12 prints a document in Microsoft Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hope this information was useful in exploring the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-4797880909998589645?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4797880909998589645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/08/explore-learn-share-computer-shortcuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4797880909998589645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4797880909998589645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/08/explore-learn-share-computer-shortcuts.html' title='Explore, learn, share; 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NEW LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SKFZ4IXfqxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D3STtQne0h0/s1600-h/PDVD_003.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SKFZ4IXfqxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D3STtQne0h0/s320/PDVD_003.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233563062834801426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SKFZePCjdKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JLcWloE-3po/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SKFZePCjdKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JLcWloE-3po/s320/DSC01219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233562617949418658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My documentary ‘Bombegala sutha’ it simply means the art of doll making. Chennapatna, a small town in Karnataka is famous for Lacquer ware products. Well, I had lot of dreams for this project which I had worked on from almost a year! Hmmm... Lot of hard work for it you see. I always dreamt of this project while I was working on other projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a media student I have more than 10 documentaries which add on to my credit. But this one was a big tragedy. All my hard work went to drains when I met with an accident, before I could start shooting. We were just 10km away from chennapatna. Our car had fallen into a ditch. It was a great escape for me. I hit my head to the front glass and the glass was shattered into pieces. That right moment when I saw all those after I crawled out of the car the first thing that came to my mind was my dads face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the glass my dreams also were shattered. All these happened on 6th of June 2008. Then onwards started my days of agony. After the accident I asked my professor whether still we should shoot. He said yes we should. I had all plans to quit shooting and get back to Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head was bleeding. It was only me who was hurt badly in the accident and yes of course my car. Others did not have a single scratch on their body. I don’t know which good lord gave me the strength. The whole day I was shooting till stars were in the sky. Till then I never ate anything the whole day. Except three cups of tea. This is very little for me because I am addicted to tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting was successfully completed. But post production actually started after a long gap. My practical exams were nearing for which I needed to submit this project. Otherwise there were all possible chances of me flunking in my PG exams. God! What an insult? I really would not have tolerated this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice over was the worst though script was excellent. After a real battle with regard to editing I ultimately won the battle. I somehow completed the stuff just for the heck of it. Till today I want to re edit it but it’s not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever it may be this project gave me a re birth. Taught me many lessons in life. The dream to telecast this documentary in any TV channels has grown and become a tree now. Hope that I will make it big one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Always wear seat belts; do not over speed because life is precious. And for me it’s NEW HOPES, NEW LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-4432966441095679768?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4432966441095679768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-hopes-new-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4432966441095679768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4432966441095679768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-hopes-new-life.html' title='NEW HOPES; NEW LIFE'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SKFZ4IXfqxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/D3STtQne0h0/s72-c/PDVD_003.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-4367550465358826483</id><published>2008-08-02T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಕೊಲಾಜ್;  ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ-- ನನ್ನ ಬದುಕಿನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಪುಟಗಳಿಂದ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SJQn3DTV0bI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tRX5c-hPhfM/s1600-h/art_of_loving_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229848894016704946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SJQn3DTV0bI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tRX5c-hPhfM/s320/art_of_loving_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ಎರಿಕ್ ಫ್ರಾಂನ- ಆರ್ಟ್ ಆಫ್ ಲವಿಂಗ್;;;;ಎರಿಕ್ ಫ್ರಾಂ ನವರು ಬಹು ಆಲೋಚನ ಶಿಸ್ತನ್ನು ಹೋಂದಿದ್ದಂಥವರು. ಆರ್ಥಿಕವಾಗಿ. ಸಾಮಾಜಿಕವಾಗಿ, ರಾಜಕೀಯವಾಗಿ ಹೀಗೆ ಹಲವು ತರಹದ ಹೊಸ್ತಿಲುಗಳನ್ನು ದಾಟಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗಿದ್ದಂತವರು. ಈ ಕೃತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಫ್ರಾಂರವರು ಬಹು ವಿಧದ ಪ್ರೀತಿಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಬಹಳ ಎಚ್ಚರಿಕೆಯಿಂದ, ತಾಳ್ಮೆಯಿಂದ, ಜಾಣ್ಮೆಯಿಂದ, ವಿನಯತೆಯಿಂದ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಫ್ರಾಂ ರವರು ಹೇಳುವಂತೆ "ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಕೇವಲ ಮುಕ್ತ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯ ಶಿಶುವೇ ವಿನಾ ಬಲಾತ್ಕಾರದ ಸ್ಥಿತಿ ಅಲ್ಲ" ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಬ್ಬ ಮನುಷ್ಯನಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಇರುತ್ತದೆ, ಆದರೆ ಆ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಕೇವಲ ಬೆರೆಳೆಣಿಕೆಯವರಿಗೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಸೀಮಿತ ಎಂದರೂ ತಪ್ಪಾಗಲಾರದ್ದೇನೊ? ನಿಜವಾಗಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವವರು ಮೋಸ ಹೋಗುವರು ಆದರೆ ಎಂದಿಗೂ ದ್ರೋಹ ಮಾಡಲಾರರು ಎಂಬುದು ನನ್ನ ಅಭಿಪ್ರಾಯ.ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವವರಿಗಿರಬೇಕಾದ ಮೂಲಭೂತ ಗುಣಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಸೂಕ್ಷ್ಮವಾಗಿ ತಿಳಿಸಿದ್ದಾರೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ನಿಜವಾಗಿಯು ತುಂಬ ಆರ್ಥ ಪೂರ್ಣವಾಗಿದೆ. ಸಧ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಬದುಕು ನನ್ನ ಪಾಲಿನ ಬೆಸ್ಟ್ ಟೀಚರ್‍. ನನಗೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಹಟ ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಆದರಿಂದ ಬದುಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋರಾಟ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಏಕಾಂಗಿಯಾಗಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟೆ. ಈ ಹೋರಾಟದ ಹಾದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರು, ಸಂಬಂಧಿಕರು ಎಲ್ಲರು ಬೇರೆ ದಾರಿ ಹಿಡಿದು ನಡೆದು ಬಿಟ್ಟರು. ನನ್ನ ಬದುಕು ಈಗ ಒಂದು cross roadಗೆ ಬಂದು ನಿಂತಿದೆ.Sometimes i feel lonely and sad.ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ ಯಾವುದೇ reason ಇಲ್ಲದೆ ತುಂಬ ದುಃಖ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಕಾಡುತ್ತೆ. ಆಗ ನನ್ನ ಸಾಹಯಕ್ಕೆ ಬರೋದು ನನ್ನ ಬಳಿ ಇರುವ ಹಾಡುಗಳು,ಪುಸ್ತಕಗಳು ಹಾಗೂ ಕೆಲವರ ಪೋಟೊಗಳು. ನನ್ನ ದುಃಖವನ್ನು ಕಡಿಮೆ ಮಾಡೊದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ ರವಿಚಂದ್ರನ್ ತುಂಬ ಮುಖ್ಯವಾದ ಪಾತ್ರವಹಿಸ್ತಾರೆ. ನಾನು ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಅವರ ಪೋಟೊ ನೋಡಿದ್ರೆ ಸಾಕು ನನ್ನ ದುಃಖವೆಲ್ಲ ಮಾಯವಾಗಿ ಬಿಡುತ್ತೆ. ಇಷ್ಟರ ಮಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ರವಿಚಂದ್ರನ್ ನನ್ನೊಳಗೆ ಒಂದಾಗಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಇದು ಅಭಿಮಾನ ಅನ್ನೋದ್ದಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ತಪ್ಪಾಗಲಾರದೇನೊ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಎರಿಕ್ ಫ್ರಾಂನ- ಆರ್ಟ್ ಆಫ್ ಲವಿಂಗ್ ನಿಂದ ಹೋಗಿ ಎಲ್ಲಿಗೊ ಹೋಯಿತು.ಇದಕ್ಕೆ ಕ್ಷಮೆ ಇರಲಿ. ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಓದಿದ ನಂತರ ನನಗೆ ಅನಿಸಿದ್ದು ಇಷ್ಟುWhen we fall in love , the feeling is difficult to express in words. people who fall in love should think of building a model life and should strive towards becoming role models for others. People who love truely look towards the beauty instead of the outer attractions.&lt;br /&gt;love just happens.From our childhood we cannot think that we might fall in love with this person. There are many people who fall in love to pass their time. The reasons for this may be many. A few of them are, people who move on to a different city for job or education. The sense of them feeling lonely in an unknown city makes them indulge in relationship and when that relationship breaks they tend to find another person. So the whole drama of indulging in a relationship is regarded as 'love'. If we fall in love just kill the time, it ultimately kills love, time and the person as well. In todays world, many time pass love emerge like mushrooms in universities,workplaces,bus stand, railway stations and in many other places. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ನಾವು ಮೊದಲ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯನ್ನು ಒಪ್ಪಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವಾಗ we will be choosy ನಮಗೆ ಒಂದು ಆಯ್ಕೆ ಇರುತ್ತೆ. ಆದರೆ ಒಬ್ಬ ಹುಡುಗ ಆಥವಾ ಹುಡುಗಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋದರು ಅಂತ ಇನ್ನೊಂದು relationshipಗೆ ಬೀಳುವಾಗ ನಾವು ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಆಯ್ಕೆ ಆರೋಗ್ಯಕರವಾಗಿ ಇರೊದಿಲ್ಲ ಅಂತ ನನ್ನ ಅಭಿಪ್ರಾಯ.Firstly ನಾವು ಪ್ರೀತಿ ವಿಚಾರದಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ parentsನ ನಾವು ಆದಷ್ಟು ಕಡಿಮೆ hurt ಮಾಡೊ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಮಾಡಬೇಕು. ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾದರೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯನ್ನು ತ್ಯಾಗ ಮಾಡಿ ಬದುಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ achieve ಮಾಡಬೇಕು. ಪ್ರೀತಿ ನೋವು ಕೊಡುತ್ತೆ ನಿಜ, ಆದರೆ ಆ ನೋವನ್ನು ಅನುಭವಿಸದೆ ಬೇರೆ ದಾರಿಯಿಲ್ಲ. ನೋವನ್ನು ಯಾವುದೇ drink, drug, sleeping tablet ಕಡಿಮೆ ಮಾಡೊದ್ದಿಲ್ಲ. ಬಹುಃಶ ಆ ರೀತಿ drink, drugಅನ್ನು ಈ ಪ್ರಪಂಚದಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾರು ಕಂಡು ಹಿಡಿಯಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ನಮ್ಮ ನೋವನ್ನು ನಾವೇ ನಿವಾರಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳ ಬೇಕು. ಬಹುಃಶ sadnessಕೂಡ ಒಂದು ರೀತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇಷ್ಟವಾಗಿ ಬಿಡುವ phenomenon. ನಾವು ದುಃಖದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಾಗ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ನಾವು ಆರ್ಥ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳೊದು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾಗುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ನಾನು ತಿಳಿಸಿರುವುದು ಕೇವಲ ನನ್ನ ಆಭಿಪ್ರಾಯ ಮಾತ್ರ. ಯಾಕೊ ಇದನೆಲ್ಲ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಬಳಿ ಹೇಳ ಬೇಕೆನಿಸಿತು... ಒಪ್ಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಿ. ಧನ್ಯವಾದ. -----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ಹಾಗೇ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಅನ್ನೋದು ದಡ್ಡರನ್ನು, ಮೇಧಾವಿಗಳನ್ನು ಬೇಧ ಮಾಡದೆ ಕಾಡುವ ಕಾಯಿಲೆ. ನೀವು ಆ ಕಾಯಿಲೆಗೆ ತುತ್ತಾಗಿದ್ದೀರಾ?? ಮುಂದಿನ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಇನ್ನಷ್ಟು ಬರೆಯಲಿದ್ದೇನೆ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-4367550465358826483?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4367550465358826483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4367550465358826483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4367550465358826483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='ಕೊಲಾಜ್;  ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ-- ನನ್ನ ಬದುಕಿನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಪುಟಗಳಿಂದ'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SJQn3DTV0bI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tRX5c-hPhfM/s72-c/art_of_loving_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-2726179328048256108</id><published>2008-07-28T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wettest place on earth is becoming hotter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SI3q45S_QNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/405vStdzHis/s1600-h/240px-Cherrapunji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228093005621051602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SI3q45S_QNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/405vStdzHis/s400/240px-Cherrapunji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The town of Cherrapunjee, in the north-eastern Indian state of Meghalaya, is reputed to be the wettest place in the world. But there are signs that its weather patterns may be being hit by global climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must experience it to have an idea of the immense quantity of rain which comes down from the skies, at times day and night without a stop. It is enough to go a few steps from the house to be drenched from head to foot. An umbrella serves no purpose. I always enjoy getting wet in the rain. I wish I could experience the Cherrapunjee rains once in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But according to Cherrapunjee's most renowned weather-watcher, Denis Rayen, the climate of the town is changing fast. I remember reading in one the books, the British used to come here to the Khasi hills to escape the heat. This place is 4,823ft (1,484m) above sea level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I am not sure the British would be able to do that, because it is getting a lot hotter here and the monsoon is arriving later! The average temperature for Guwahati at this time of the year should be around 32C - but this year the temperature has been as high as 38C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could well be witnessing a severe change in our climatic conditions because of global warming.A combination of global warming and intensive deforestation is taking a heavy toll in this, one of the most beautiful areas of India. Now it rains heavily over a shorter time period, crops are destroyed and there is intensive soil erosion. The lack of woodland means that the water flows faster from Meghalaya into the Bangladesh delta, only 400km (249 miles) away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parts of Meghalaya are at risk from desertification because of a combination of increasing urbanisation and industrialisation on the one hand and deforestation and shortages of ground water on the other. Because the capacity of the soil to hold water is lost, there is a real possibility that the wettest place in the earth may soon be facing water shortages. Don’t you think it is an alarm for us to wake up and do something? At least spread awareness among your friends by reading this piece of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Information courtesy: UN live wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/4082055364560203371-2726179328048256108?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/2726179328048256108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/07/wettest-place-on-earth-is-becoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/2726179328048256108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/2726179328048256108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/07/wettest-place-on-earth-is-becoming.html' title='The wettest place on earth is becoming hotter'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SI3q45S_QNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/405vStdzHis/s72-c/240px-Cherrapunji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-5787079075873796559</id><published>2008-06-27T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMPLOYEE SATISFACTION; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SGUNZdyQxfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ATUMBDz29zA/s320/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಜೂನ್2,2008 ನಾನು ತುಮಕೂರಿಗೆ ವಿದಾಯ ಹೇಳೊ ದಿನ. ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ ಬೇಜಾರು, ಇನೊಂದು ಕಡೆ ಖುಷಿ. ಜೀವನದ Irony ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಇದೆ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ. ತುಮಕೂರು ತುಂಬಾನೆ ದೂಡ್ದ ಪಾಠ ಕಲಿಸಿಕೋಟ್ಟಿತು. ನನ್ಗೆ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ತುಂಬಾನೆ ಧೈರ್ಯ ಬಂತು. ವಿಚಿತ್ರವಾದ ಜನಗಳನ್ನು ನೊಡ್ದೇ. ಎಲ್ಲರು ಚೆನ್ನಗಿ ಇದ್ವಿ, ಆದ್ರೆ ನನ್ನ ಬೆನ್ನ ಹಿಂದೆ ಜನ ಚೂರಿ ಹಾಕ್ಕಿದ್ದು ನನಗೆ ಗೊತ್ಗಲೆ ಇಲ್ಲ.ನಮ್ಮ director of sscms ಮಾತ್ರ very honest ಆಗಿ partiality ಮಡ್ತಿದ್ರು. ಆನ್ಯಾಯನ ಸಹಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಇರೋದಿಕ್ಕೆ ಆಗ್ತಾ ಇರ್ಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲಾ.ಕೋನೆಗೆ ಆನೇಕ ಸಾರಿ ಪ್ರತಿಭಟಿಸಲು ಹೋಗಿ,ಮಾಡದ ತಪ್ಪಿಗೆ apology ಕೂಡ ಕೇಳಬೇಕಾಗಿ ಬಂತು. ಎಷ್ಟೋ ಸೂಕ್ಷ್ಮವಾದ ವಿಚಾರಗಳನ್ನು ಗೋತ್ತಿದ್ದರು ಮೂಕಳಾಗಿ ಸುಮ್ಮನಿರ ಬೇಕಾಗಿ ಬಂತು. ಡಿಗ್ರೀವರೆಗೂ ನಾನು ನೊಡಿದ್ದು only luxury life. ರಾಣಿ ಆಗಿ ಇದ್ದೇ sudden ಆಗಿ ಒಬ್ಬ ಮಾಮೂಲಿ ಹುಡುಗಿ ಥರಾ ಜೀವನ ನಡೆಸ ಬೇಕಾಗಿ ಬಂತು. ಕೋತ್ತಂಬರಿ ಸೋಪ್ಪೂ ತರೊದಿಕ್ಕು ನನ್ನ activa ನನ್ನ ಜೋತೆಗಿರುತಿತ್ತು. ಆದ್ರೆ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಕಿಲೋಮೀಟರ್ ಉದ್ದಕ್ಕೂ ನಡೆ ಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೆ. coffee dayನಲ್ಲಿ coffee ಕುಡಿತಾ ಇದ್ದ ನಾನು, ಚಿಕ್ಕದೊಂದು ಉಡುಪಿ ಹೋಟಲ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ 12Rsಗೆ full meals ತಿನ್ನುತಿದ್ದೆ!! ಈ ಮಟ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ನನ್ನ lifestyle ಬದಲಾಗಿ ಹೋಗಿತ್ತು. Districtನಲ್ಲಿ ಲೈಫ್ ಸಾಗಿಸೋದು ತೀರ ಕಷ್ಟ ಅನ್ಸೊಕೆ ಶುರುವಾಯಿತು, ಈ courseನ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಬಿಡ್ಡಬೇಕು, ವಾಪಸು ಬಂದಬಿಡ್ಬೆಕು ಅಂತ ತೀರ್ಮಾನ ಕೂಡ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೆ. ಅದ್ರೆ ಸೋಲನ್ನು ಒಪ್ಪಿಕೋಳ್ಳೋದು ನನ್ಗೆ ಅಷ್ಟು ಸುಲಭದ ಮಾತಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಇಲ್ಲೆ ಇದ್ದು ಏನಾದರೂ ಸಾಧಿಸಬೇಕು ಅನ್ನೊ ಹಟ ಬಂತು. ಅನಂತರ ನಾನು ಓದಿದ್ದು, ಕಲಿತಿದ್ದು ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಒಂದು ತಪ್ಪಸ್ಸು.ತುಮಕೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಗೆಳೆತನ ಬಹಳ ಸೀಮಿತವಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಯಾರು best friends ಆಗಲಿಲ್ಲಾ but a few people were dear to me for various reasons. ಎರಡು ವರ್ಷ ಕೇವಲ ಪುಸ್ತಕದ ಪುಟಗಳನ್ನು ತಿರುವಿ ಹಾಕಿದ ಹಾಗೆ ಕಳೆದು ಹೋಯಿತು. ಕಲಿತಿದ್ದು, ಕಲಿಸಿದ್ದು ಬಹಳ ಇದೆ. ವಿದಾಯ ಹೇಳೋ ಈ ಟೈಮ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ನನಗೆ ನೆನಪಾಗಿದ್ದು ಮಾತ್ರ ಈ ಸಾಲುಗಳು............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮನಸು ಹೇಳ ಬಯಸಿದೆ ನೂರೊಂದು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ತುಟಿಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಬಾರದಿಹೆ ಮಾತೊಂದು &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನೆನಪು ನೂರು ಎದೆಯಲಿ, ಅಗಲಿಕೆಯ ನೋವಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ವಿದಾಯ ಗೆಳೆಯನೆ, ವಿದಾಯ ಗೆಳತಿಯೆ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ವಿದಾಯ ಹೇಳ ಬಂದಿರುವೆ ನಾನಿಂದು&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಾನು ಬೇರೆ, ನೀನು ಬೇರೆ, ಹೇಗೋ ಬೆರೆತೆವು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನಮ್ಮ ನಮ್ಮ ತಪ್ಪು ಒಪ್ಪು ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಅರಿತೆವು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಮರೆಯ ಬೇಡ ಈ ದಿನವ, ತೋರೆಯ ಬೇಡ ಈ ಸ್ನೇಹವ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ದಾರಿ ಬೇರೆ ಆದರು, ನಮ್ಮ ಸ್ನೇಹ ಉಳಿಯಲಿ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನೀ ಎಲ್ಲೆ ಇದ್ದರು, ಹೇಗೆ ಇದ್ದರು&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ನೀ ನಾಳೆ ಕೇಳಬೇಡ ನಾನು ಯಾರೆಂದು.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ಗೂಡ್ ಬಾಯ್ ತುಮಕೂರು.:):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-4883256567158817773?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4883256567158817773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4883256567158817773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4883256567158817773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='ಕೊಲಾಜ್----ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ---ನನ್ನ ಬದುಕಿನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಪುಟಗಳಿಂದ'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SGUNYXvGcXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OXzWDVjzztk/s72-c/DSC00971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-8993238497894169636</id><published>2008-06-25T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಕೊಲಾಜ್-ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ</title><content type='html'>ಊರ ಕಣ್ಣು, ಯಾರ ಕಣ್ಣು, ಮಾರಿ ಕಣ್ಣು, ಹೋರಿ &lt;span class=""&gt; ಕಣ್ಣು &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ಯಾವ &lt;/span&gt;ಮಸಣಿ ಕಣ್ಣು ಬಿತ್ತಮ್ಮ, ಬಿತ್ತಮ್ಮ,&lt;br /&gt;ನಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಮ್ಯಾಲೆ, ನಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಮ್ಯಾಲೆ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಬದುಕು ಒಂದು ರೈಲಣ್ಣ,&lt;br /&gt;ವಿಧಿ ಅದರ ಯಜಮಾನ,&lt;br /&gt;ಅವನು ಹೋಗು ಅಂದ ಕಡೆಗೆ ಹೋಗ ಬೇಕಣ್ಣ.&lt;br /&gt;ವಿರಹ ಆನ್ನೋ ವಿಷವನ್ನ,&lt;br /&gt;ಕುಡಿಸುತ್ತಾನೆ ಬ್ರಹ್ಮಣ್ಣ,&lt;br /&gt;ಸತ್ಯವಾದ ಪ್ರೇಮಿಗಳಿಗೆ, ಇಂತ ಬಹುಮಾನ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಮ್ಮ ಖಳನಾಯಕ,&lt;br /&gt;ಮೇಲೆ ಇರೋ ಮಾಲೀಕ,&lt;br /&gt;ಕಾಲ ಕಡು ಕಿಚಕ,&lt;br /&gt;ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಕೋಲೆ ಪಾತಕ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಹಣೆಬರಹಕೆ ಹೋಣೆ ಯಾರು?&lt;br /&gt;ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬೊಂಬೆ, ಅಲ್ಲ್ ಯಾರು?&lt;br /&gt;ಯಾವ ಮದ್ದೆ ಇರದಂತ ನೋವು ನೂರಾರು.&lt;br /&gt;ಇತಿಹಾಸ ಆಗೋರು,&lt;br /&gt;ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸೋತೋರು,&lt;br /&gt;ನಾವು ಚರಿತೆಯಾಗದೆ, ಸೇರಲಿ ಈ ಉಸಿರು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನಮ್ಮ ಖಳನಾಯಕ,&lt;br /&gt;ಮೇಲೆ ಇರೋ ಮಾಲೀಕ,&lt;br /&gt;ಕಾಲ ಕಡು ಕಿಚಕ,ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಕೋಲೆ ಪಾತಕ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಈ ಮೇಲಿನ ಸಾಲುಗಳು, ಯಾವುದೋ ಒಂದು ಚಿತ್ರದ ಹಾಡು. ನಾನು ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಎಫ್. ಎಂ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಕೇಳಿಸಿ ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದು. ಈ ಸಾಲುಗಳು ನನ್ನ ಬದುಕಿಗೆ ಹೋಲಿಕೆಯಾಗುವಂತೆ ಇವೆ. ನನ್ನ ಮೋಬೈಲ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ಹಾಡು ಸದಾ ಕೇಳಿಬರುತ್ತದೆ. ಈ ಸಾಲುಗಳನ್ನು ಬರೆದವರಿಗೆ ನನ್ನದೊಂದು ಪುಟ್ಟ ವಂದನೆ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-8993238497894169636?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/8993238497894169636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8993238497894169636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8993238497894169636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_25.html' title='ಕೊಲಾಜ್-ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-4973323230618495146</id><published>2008-05-19T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಹೇಗಿರಬೇಕು ಮಾತು???</title><content type='html'>ಮಾತುಗಾರಿಕೆ ಒಂದು ಕಲೆ. ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಎಷ್ಟು ದೊಡ್ಡವನೊ, ಮಾತು ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಸರಳವಾಗಿರುತ್ತದೆ. ಮಾತು  ನಮ್ಮ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿತ್ವದ ಸೂಚಕ, ಮಾತು ಭಾವ ಸೂಚಕ, ಸ0ಸ್ಕೃತಿಯ ಪ್ರತೀಕ. ಮಾತಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಶಿಷ್ಟಾಚಾರವಿರ ಬೇಕು.&lt;br /&gt;     "ಮಾತು ಬಲ್ಲವನಿಗೆ ಜಗಳವಿಲ್ಲ, ಊಟ ಬಲ್ಲವನಿಗೆ ರೋಗವಿಲ್ಲ", "ಮಾತು ಬೆಳ್ಳಿ, ಮೌನ ಬ0ಗಾರ" ಈ ಗಾದೆಗಳು ಎಷ್ಟು ಅರ್ಥಪೂರ್ಣವಾಗಿದೆ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ? ಮೌನ ಬಂಗಾರ ನಿಜ ಆದರೆ ಮಾತು ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯವಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಮಾತಿಗಾಗಿ ಮಾತಲ್ಲ, ನಮ್ಮ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ಭಾವನೆಗಳನ್ನು ವ್ಯಕ್ತಪಡಿಸುವುದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಮಾತು. ಆದ್ದರಿ0ದಲೇ ಮಾತು ಅರ್ಥಪೂರ್ಣವಾಗಿರಬೇಕು. ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಆಡ0ಬರವಿರ ಬಾರದು. ಸ0ಯಮವಿರಬೇಕು. ಮಾತು ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ಸ0ಸ್ಕೃತಿಯ ಲಕ್ಷಣವೂ ಹೌದು.  "ಮಾತು ಬಲ್ಲವ ಮಾಣಿಕ್ಯ ತಂದ, ಮಾತು ಬಾರದವ ಜಗಳ ತಂದ", "ಮಾತು ಆಡಿದರೆ ಹೋಯಿತು, ಮುತ್ತು ಒಡೆದರೆ ಹೋಯಿತು", "ಮಾತೇ ಮುತ್ತು, ಮಾತೇ ಮೃತ್ಯು" ಈ ಗಾದೆಗಳು ಮಾತಿನ ಮಹತ್ವವನ್ನು ಎತ್ತಿ ಹಿಡಿಯುತ್ತದೆ.  ಒಳ್ಳೆಯ ಮಾತು ಎಷ್ಟು ಹಿತಕರವೊ, ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಎಷ್ಟು ಮುದವನ್ನು ನೀಡ ಬಲ್ಲದೊ, ಕೆಟ್ಟ ಮಾತು ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ದುಃಖ ಯುಕ್ತವಾಗಿಯೂ ಅಹಿತಕರವಾಗಿಯೂ ಇರುತ್ತದೆ. ಮಾತು ನಮ್ಮ ಏಳಿಗೆಗೂ ಕಾರಣವಾಗಿರುತ್ತದೆ. ಹಾಗೆಯೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಅ0ತ್ಯಕೂ ಕಾರಣವಾಗಿರುತ್ತದೆ.  ಮಾತು ಹೇಗಿರ ಬೇಕು ಎಂಬುದನ್ನು ಕುರಿತು ಬಸವಣ್ಣನವರು ಒಂದು ವಚನದಲ್ಲಿ ಹೀಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಾರೆ        ನುಡಿದರೆ ಮುತ್ತಿನ ಹಾರದ0ತಿರಬೇಕು     ನುಡಿದರೆ ಮಾಣಿಕ್ಯದ ದೀಪ್ತಿಯಂತಿರಬೇಕು        ನುಡಿದರೆ ಸ್ಪಟಿಕದ ಶಲಾಕೆಯ0ತಿರ ಬೇಕು                ನುಡಿದರೆ ಲಿ0ಗ ಮೆಚ್ಚಿ ಅಹುದು ಅಹುದೆನ್ನ ಬೇಕು    ಅ0ದರೆ ಮುತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಮಧುರತೆ, ಚೆಲುವು, ಮಾಣಿಕ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಹೊಳಪು, ಸ್ಪಟಿಕದ ಸ್ಪಷ್ಟತೆ ಹಾಗೂ ಶಿವಾ0ಶವು ಮಾತಿನಲ್ಲಿರಬೇಕು ಎ0ದರ್ಥ ಎ0ದರೆ ಮಾತು ಒಳಿತಿನಿ0ದ ಕೂಡಿರಬೇಕು. "ರಸಿಕನಾಡುವ ಮಾತು ಶಶಿ ಉದಯಿಸಿ ಬ0ದ0ತೆ" ಎ0ದು ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞ ಸೂಕ್ತಿ ಹೇಳುತ್ತದೆ. ಇದು ಮಾತಿನಲ್ಲಿರಬೇಕಾದ ಮನೋಹರತೆಯ ರಸಿಕತೆಯ, ಸರಸತೆಯ ಸೂಚಕವಾಗಿದೆ. ಆದರೆ ಮಾತು ವಿರಸಕ್ಕೊಯ್ಯಬಾರದು. ಅಲ್ಲಮ ಪ್ರಭುವು "ಮಾತೆ0ಬುದು ಜ್ಯೋತರ್ಿಲಿ0ಗ" ಎ0ದು ನುಡಿದಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಮಾತು ಜ್ಯೋತರ್ಿಲಿ0ಗದ0ತೆ ಇರಬೇಕು. ಜ್ಯೋತಿ ಎ0ದರೆ ದೀಪ, ಬೆಳಕು, ಲಿ0ಗ ಎ0ಬುದು ಒ0ದು ಪವಿತ್ರವಾದ ಶಕ್ತಿ. ಆದ್ದರಿ0ದ ಮಾತು ಬೆಳಕನ್ನು ತೋರಿಸುವ0ತಹ ಶಕ್ತಿಯಾಗುಳಿಯುವ0ತೆ ಇರಬೇಕು ಎ0ದು ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಾರೆ.         ಪ್ರತಿಯೊ0ದು ಧರ್ಮವು ಮಾನವನಿಗೆ ಮೊದಲು ನೀನು ಒಳ್ಳೆಯವನಾಗು ಎ0ದೇ ಹೇಳುತ್ತದೆ. ಯಾವ ಧರ್ಮವೂ ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಕೇಡನ್ನು ಬಯಸು ಎ0ದು ಹೇಳುವುದಿಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;    ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರಿಗೆ ಸದಾ ಈ ಮಾತನ್ನು ನೆನಪಿಸಲೆ0ದೇ ಕವಿವಾರ್ಯ ಡಾ!! ಪು. ತಿ. ನ ರವರು ಈ ಕವಿತೆಯನ್ನು ರಚಿಸಿದ್ದಾರೆ.                           ಹಗುರಾಗಿಹ ಮೈ, ಕೆಸರಿಲ್ಲದ ಮನ                           ಹ0ಗಿಲ್ಲದ ಬದುಕು, ಕೇಡಿಲ್ಲದ ನುಡಿ                           ಕೇಡೆಣಿಸದ ನಡೆ, ಸಾಕಿವು ಇಹಕೂ                           ಪರಕೂ, ಮೇಲೇನಿದೆ ಇದಕೂ?!    ಕವಿವಾರ್ಯ ಪು. ತಿ. ನ ರವರ ಈ ಮಾತನ್ನು ಕಟ್ಟು ಹಾಕಿಸಿ ಪ್ರತಿ ಮನೆ ಮನೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಕಾಣುವ0ತೆ ಹಾಕಬೇಕು. ಪ್ರತಿ ದಿನ ಎದ್ದು ದೇವರಿಗೆ ನಮಸ್ಕರಿಸುವ0ತೆ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಇದನ್ನು ಓದಬೇಕು, ತಾನು ಇದರ0ತೆ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆಯೇ ಎ0ದು ಆಲೋಚಿಸಬೇಕು. ಹೀಗೆ ಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ಸಮಾಜ, ಸಮಾಜದಿ0ದ ದೇಶ, ದೇಶದಿ0ದ ರಾಷ್ಟ್ರ, ರಾಷ್ಟ್ರದಿ0ದ ವಿಶ್ವ ಸುಧಾರಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ನಮ್ಮ ಹೃದಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಸದಾ ನಾಲ್ಕು ತ0ತಿಗಳು ಇರಬೇಕು. ಮೊದಲನೆಯ ತ0ತಿ ಸದಾ ಒಳ್ಳೆತನದಿ0ದ ತು0ಬಿರಬೇಕು, ಎರಡನೆಯದು ವಿವೇಕ, ಮೂರನೆಯದು ಪ್ರಾಮಾಣಿಕತೆ ಮತ್ತು ನಾಲ್ಕನೆಯದು ಪರಿಶ್ರಮ. ಈ ನಾಲ್ಕು ತ0ತಿಗಳು ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಬ್ಬ ಮನುಷ್ಯನ ಹೃದಯದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದರೆ. ಜೀವನ ಸುಖವಾಗಿರುತ್ತದೆ. ಈ ಪ್ರಪ0ಚ ಕೂಡ ಆನ0ದಮಯವಾಗಿರುತ್ತದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;    ಭಾಷೆ, ಮನುಷ್ಯರು ಪರಸ್ಪರ ಸ0ಪರ್ಕ ಹೊ0ದಲು, ಕತ್ತಲಿನಿ0ದ ಅಥವಾ ಅಜ್ಞಾನದಿ0ದ ಬೆಳಕಿನತ್ತ ಅಥವಾ ಜ್ಞಾನದತ್ತ ಸಾಗಲು ದೇವರು ಕೊಟ್ಟ ವರ ಎ0ದೇ ಹೇಳ ಬಹುದು. ಪ್ರಾಣಿಗೂ ಮನುಷ್ಯನಿಗೂ ಇರುವ0ಥ ಎರಡು ವ್ಯತ್ಯಾಸವೆ0ದರೆ ಬುದ್ಧಿಶಕ್ತಿ ಮತ್ತು ವಾಕ್ಶಕ್ತಿ ಎ0ದರೆ ಮಾತಿನ ಶಕ್ತಿ. ಇ0ತಹ ಮಾತನ್ನು ಎಚ್ಚರಿಕೆಯಿ0ದ ಬಳಸಿ ಸದುಪಯೋಗ ಪಡಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದು ಮಾನವರ ಕರ್ತವ್ಯ. ಇಲ್ಲದಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ ಅದು ಶಾಪವಾಗಿಯೂ ಪರಿಣಮಿಸಬಹುದು.&lt;br /&gt;    ಹೀಗೆ ಮಾತು ಅಮೃತವೂ ಹೌದು, ವಿಷವೂ ಹೌದು. ಆದರೆ ನಾವೆಲ್ಲ ಅದನ್ನು ಅಮೃತವನ್ನಾಗಿಯೇ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳೋಣ. ಮಾತು ಮುತ್ತಾಗಿಯೇ ಇರಲಿ. ಮೃತ್ಯುವಾಗುವುದು ಖ0ಡಿತ ಬೇಡ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-4973323230618495146?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4973323230618495146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4973323230618495146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4973323230618495146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='ಹೇಗಿರಬೇಕು ಮಾತು???'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-1566946379247406638</id><published>2008-05-10T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಕೊಲಾಜ್---ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ---ನನ್ನ ಬದುಕಿನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಪುಟಗಳಿಂದ</title><content type='html'>April11th 2008, was a memorable day. I had a golden opportunity of having lunch with the former prime minister Mr. Devegowda. ಈ ವಿಷಯ ಕೇಳಿ ನನ್ನ silly ಅಂತ ನೀವು ಭಾವಿಸ ಬಹುದು.ಆದ್ರೆ ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಈ ಅವಕಾಶ ಸಿಗೋದಿಲ್ಲ. ನನಗೆ ದೇವೇಗೌಡ್ರು ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಅಭಿಮಾನ ಖಂಡಿತ ಇಲ್ಲ. ನನ್ನ reportingನ ಆರಂಭದ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ  ದೇವೇಗೌಡ್ರು press meet ಅಂದ್ರೆ ನನಗೆ ತುಂಬ ಕಷ್ಟವಾಗುತಿತ್ತು ಕಾರಣ ಆತನ ಮಾತು ನನಗೆ ಆರ್ಥವಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಹಾಗು ದೇವೇಗೌಡ್ರು ಬರುವುದು ಕಡ್ಡಾಯವಾಗಿ ಒಂದೂವರೆ ಗಂಟೆ ಲೇಟ್!! you believe it or not ದೇವೇಗೌಡ್ರು ನಮ್ಮ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕದ ಮುಖ್ಯಮಂತ್ರಿ ಆಗಿದ್ದ ಆವಧಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಒಬ್ಬ ರೈತನ ಸಾವು ಕೂಡ ಸಂಭವಿಸಿಲ್ಲ. ಈ ಒಂದು ವಿಚಾರಕ್ಕೆ ನನಗೆ ದೇವೇಗೌಡ್ರು ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಇಷ್ಟ ಆಗತ್ತಾರೆ.Whatever it is ನಮ್ಮ ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ಮಗ ದೇವೇಗೌಡರ ಜೋತೆ ಊಟ ಮಾಡಿದದ್ದು ಒಂದು ಸವಿ ನೆನಪು.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-1566946379247406638?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/1566946379247406638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/1566946379247406638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/1566946379247406638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_10.html' title='ಕೊಲಾಜ್---ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ---ನನ್ನ ಬದುಕಿನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಪುಟಗಳಿಂದ'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-7981276578121355103</id><published>2008-05-10T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ನನ್ನ ಮೊದಲ ಪ್ರೀತಿ</title><content type='html'>ನೆನಪುಗಳ ಆಂಗಳದಿ&lt;br /&gt;ನಿನ್ನಾ ನೆನಪೆ ತುಂಬಿ ಕೊಂಡ ಬೆಳದಿಂಗಳು&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಭಾವನೆಗಳು ಸಾವಿರಾರು,&lt;br /&gt; ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನಪೆ ಹಗಲು-ಇರುಳು&lt;br /&gt;ಪ್ರೀತಿಸಲು ಅಂಜಿಕೆ ಬೇಡ. ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸು.&lt;br /&gt;ನದಿಯು ಕಡಲ ಸೇರೊ ಹಾಗೆ,&lt;br /&gt;ನಾನು ನಿನ್ನ ಸೇರುವ ಆಸೆ&lt;br /&gt;ಆಸೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಮಿತಿಯೆ ಇಲ್ಲ. ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸು&lt;br /&gt;ಚೆಲುವು, ಸೊಗಸು, ನೀ ತುಂಬಿಕೊಂಡಿಹೆ.&lt;br /&gt;ನನ್ನ ಮನದ ತುಂಬೆಲ್ಲ ನೀನಿಹೆ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನೀನು ಇರೆ ಬಾಳು ಸೊಗಸು,&lt;br /&gt; ಕೈಯ ಹಿಡಿದು ಮುಂದೆ ನಡೆಸು.&lt;br /&gt;ಈಗೆ ಸಾಗಿದೆ ನನ್ನ ಕನಸು, ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸು.&lt;br /&gt;ಕೈಗೆ ಎಟುಕದ ತಾರೆ ನೀನು,&lt;br /&gt;ನಿನ್ನ ಬಯಸಿ ಬಂದೆ ನಾನು,&lt;br /&gt;ಸ್ವೀಕರಿಸು ಒಮ್ಮೆ ನನ್ನನು. ಬಾಬಾರೊ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸು&lt;br /&gt;ಮನಸು ಮಧುರ ಬಳಿಯಲ್ಲೇ ನೀನಿರಲು&lt;br /&gt;ಸುಖವ ಕಾಣುವೆ ಆದರಲ್ಲೆ ನಾನಿಂದು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ನೆನಪುಗಳ ಆಂಗಳದಿ&lt;br /&gt;ನಿನ್ನಾ ನೆನಪೆ ತುಂಬಿ ಕೊಂಡ ಬೆಳದಿಂಗಳು&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-7981276578121355103?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/7981276578121355103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_3213.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/7981276578121355103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/7981276578121355103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_3213.html' title='ನನ್ನ ಮೊದಲ ಪ್ರೀತಿ'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-4311800923987389658</id><published>2008-04-21T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಕೊಲಾಜ್- ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ; ಬದುಕಿನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಪುಟಗಳಿಂದ</title><content type='html'>ಸುಸ್ತಾಗಿದೆ.ಹೊಸದೇನಾದರೂ ಬೇಕಿದೆ.ಅದೇ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು, ಅದೇ ರಸ್ತೆ, ಅದೇ ಓಡಾಟ, ಅದೇ ನಾನು, ಅದೇ ನೀವು, ಅದೇ ಅಕ್ಷರ.ಸಾಕಾಗಿದೆ.ಬರೋಬ್ಬರಿ ಹದಿನೈದು ದಿನಗಳ ವನವಾಸ ಮತ್ತು ಅಜ್ಞಾತವಾಸ.ಮೊಬೈಲಿಗೆ ರಜೆ. ಫೋನಿಗೆ ಸಿಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಪತ್ರಿಕೆ ಓದುವುದಿಲ್ಲ. ರೇಡಿಯೋ ಕೇಳುವುದಿಲ್ಲ, ಟೀವಿಯ ಸಾಂಗತ್ಯವೇ ಇಲ್ಲ.ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನ ಧೂಳು, ಜನ, ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ ಇದೆಲ್ಲದರಿಂದ ಒಂದು ಬ್ರೇಕ್ ಬೇಕಾಗಿದೆ.ಈಗೆ ಆಲೋಚಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವಾಗಲೆ ನನಗೆ ನೇನಪಾಗಿದ್ದುಬಾಲ್ ಡಿಲಾನ್ ಹಾಡು ಮಾತ್ರ:Once upon a time you dressed so fineYou threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"You thought they were all kiddin' youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hangin' outNow you don't talk so loudNow you don't seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging for your next meal.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feelHow does it feelTo be without a homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?&lt;br /&gt;You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss LonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itAnd nobody has ever taught you how to live on the streetAnd now you find out you're gonna have to get used to itYou said you'd never compromiseWith the mystery tramp, but now you realizeHe's not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd ask him do you want to make a deal?&lt;br /&gt;How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?&lt;br /&gt;You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clownsWhen they all come down and did tricks for youYou never understood that it ain't no goodYou shouldn't let other people get your kicks for youYou used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a Siamese catAin't it hard when you discover thatHe really wasn't where it's atAfter he took from you everything he could steal.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?&lt;br /&gt;Princess on the steeple and all the pretty peopleThey're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it madeExchanging all kinds of precious gifts and thingsBut you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe&lt;br /&gt;How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?ಈ ಹಾಡನ್ನು ಕೇಳಿದ ಮೇಲೆ ನನ್ನ ಹೆಗಲ ಮೇಲೆ ಇರುವ responsibility ನೆನಪಾಯಿತು. ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಧ್ಯಾನದತ್ತ ಮುಖಮಾಡಿ ಸುಮ್ಮನಾಗಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟೆ!!!!!ನಮಸ್ಕಾರ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-4311800923987389658?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4311800923987389658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4311800923987389658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4311800923987389658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='ಕೊಲಾಜ್- ಬದುಕಿನ ಬಿಡಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಚಿತ್ರ; ಬದುಕಿನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಪುಟಗಳಿಂದ'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-8415301642176750730</id><published>2008-04-09T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Teresa's legacy lives on………</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187268146820892322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R_zg5W31RqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/M_lY1vJKbvo/s200/mother_teresa3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;KOLKATA; The destitute and the diseased still gather outside Mother Teresa’s clinics in this sprawling city in eastern India, where the ethnic Albanian nun, known simply as ''Mother'', dedicated her life to helping the poorest of the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.msn.co.in/results.aspx?q=Mother+Teresa&amp;amp;go=&amp;amp;form=QBRE"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/a&gt; died 11 years ago on a Wednesday, and many of those who rely on her order, the Missionaries of Charity, never met the tiny, frail woman who became a Nobel Peace Prize winner and a global icon of selflessness and devotion.&lt;br /&gt;People love her just the same and her name, and her legacy, still provides inspiration, comfort and care.Many would have been dead if the sisters had not brought the diseased people to “Nirmal Hriday” or “pure heart”. The first of the many clinics that Mother Teresa opened in Calcutta's ramshackle. Nirmal Hriday is also a home for people who cannot afford to look after their children. There are many people today also who have received care, education and also training so that they could find a job themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa came to Calcutta in 1929 as Sister Teresa after she heard a call from God to serve the poorest of the poor. She set up schools for street children and medical clinics for slum-dwellers&lt;br /&gt;In 1950, she founded the Missionaries of Charity. The group is still housed in the same four-storey building that Calcutta residents know as Mother House.&lt;br /&gt;When she died on Sept. 5, 1997 at 87years, the Missionaries of Charity had nearly 4,000 nuns and ran roughly 600 orphanages, soup kitchens, homeless shelters and clinics around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Some were concerned that the order would flounder without Mother Teresa’s charisma and leadership. But the Missionaries of Charity has maintained its standards.&lt;br /&gt;The group has continued to function in the same spirit and work with the same sincerity among the poor and unprivileged.''Come Be My Light: The Private Writings of the 'Saint of Calcutta, reveals Mother Teresa’s anguish over the crisis of faith, and the pain she felt over her separation from God. Some writings indicate that, at times, she may have doubted the existence of God.''It is the path God chose for her deep interior purification and transformation.'' Don’t these words of mother inspire us to do something in life?&lt;br /&gt;The past decade has seen the Missionaries of Charity expand into new countries and open new clinics. There are now more than 4,800 sisters and more than 750 homes around the world; according to the group. But Mother Teresa was not beloved by all.&lt;br /&gt;Kolkata: The destitute and the diseased still gather outside MotherTeresa's clinics in this sprawling city in eastern India, where the ethnic Albanian nun, known simply as ''Mother'', dedicated her life to helping the poorest of the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.msn.co.in/results.aspx?q=Mother+Teresa&amp;amp;go=&amp;amp;form=QBRE"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/a&gt; died 10 years ago on a Wednesday, and many of those who rely on her order, the Missionaries of Charity, never met the tiny, frail woman who became a Nobel Peace Prize winner and a global icon of selflessness and devotion.&lt;br /&gt;But they love her just the same and her name, and her legacy, still provide inspiration, comfort and care, said volunteers as well as those who receive food, shelter, medicine, comfort and more from her group.&lt;br /&gt;Gopal Das, 50, was living on the streets with a malignant stomach tumor, and Ninandath, who goes by one name, had a festering leg wound when Missionaries of Charity sisters found them.&lt;br /&gt;''We would have been dead if the sisters had not brought us here,'' said Das.&lt;br /&gt;He was staying at Nirmal Hriday, or ''Pure Heart,'' the first of the many clinics that MotherTeresa opened in Calcutta's ramshackle neighborhoods during her nearly seven decades in India.&lt;br /&gt;Moon Moon Mondal, 17, was raised there because her parents couldn't afford to keep her at home.&lt;br /&gt;She thanks the nuns for taking care of her when no one else would and, just as importantly, for giving her an education and training so she could find a job and look after herself. She returns most days to visit her brother and sister, who still live at the center, and to see the nuns.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa came to Calcutta in 1929 as Sister Teresa after she said she heard a call from God to serve the poorest of the poor. She set up schools for street children and medical clinics for slum-dwellers.&lt;br /&gt;In 1950, she founded the Missionaries of Charity, her own order. The group is still housed in the same four-story building that Calcutta residents know as Mother House.&lt;br /&gt;When she died on Sept. 5, 1997 at 87, the Missionaries of Charity had nearly 4,000 nuns and ran roughly 600 orphanages, soup kitchens, homeless shelters and clinics around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Some were concerned that the order would flounder without MotherTeresa's charisma and leadership. But people both inside and outside the group say the Missionaries of Charity has maintained its standards.&lt;br /&gt;The group has ''continued to function in the same spirit and work with the same sincerity among the poor and unprivileged,'' said Dr. Ruma Chatterjee of the Society for the Visually Handicapped, a nonprofit group that works with MotherTeresa's organization.&lt;br /&gt;Inside her community, there has been no public sign of disappointment over MotherTeresa's doubts about her faith, detailed in a new collection of her writings.&lt;br /&gt;''Come Be My Light: The Private Writings of the 'Saint of Calcutta,''' which was to be released Tuesday, recounts MotherTeresa's anguish over the crisis of faith, and the pain she felt over her separation from God. Some writings indicate that, at times, she may have doubted the existence of God.&lt;br /&gt;But Sister Nirmala, the nun who now oversees the order, sees no contradictions in that spiritual struggle.&lt;br /&gt;''It is part of our Mother's spiritual life,'' she said at a Sunday ceremony commemorating the 97th anniversary of her birth. ''It is the path God chose for her deep interior purification and transformation.''&lt;br /&gt;The past decade has seen the Missionaries of Charity expand into new countries and open new clinics. There are now more than 4,800 sisters and more than 750 homes around the world, according to the group.&lt;br /&gt;But MotherTeresa was not beloved by all.&lt;br /&gt;She was criticized for taking donations from Haitian dictator Jean Claude Duvalier and disgraced American financier Charles Keating. Critics opposed her stance against birth-control use in Calcutta's slums.&lt;br /&gt;Still, she remains popular in Calcutta, especially among the poor. Sister Nirmala, a Hindu-born Indian convert to Roman Catholicism, has become a household name like Mother Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;''My way of coping with the challenge is simple just to be myself. I didn't fill Mother's shoe, which is impossible. I followed the footsteps left by the Mother.'' Sister Nirmala.&lt;br /&gt;“Indian woman's prayers to the nun rid her of an incurable tumours, and millions of Catholics have called for her to be eminent to sainthood” late Pope John Paul II.&lt;br /&gt;In the heart of people, Mother is always a saint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-8415301642176750730?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/8415301642176750730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/04/mother-teresa-legacy-lives-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8415301642176750730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8415301642176750730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/04/mother-teresa-legacy-lives-on.html' title='Mother Teresa&amp;#39;s legacy lives on………'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R_zg5W31RqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/M_lY1vJKbvo/s72-c/mother_teresa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-8625104895346492207</id><published>2008-04-09T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A WONDER STICK FOR DATA TRANSFER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R_4-hte_1NI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fre5EwpPXoM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187652569643603154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R_4-hte_1NI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fre5EwpPXoM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R_4-CNe_1MI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nQIPD3BwhH4/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187652028477723842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R_4-CNe_1MI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nQIPD3BwhH4/s200/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At a time when technology is constantly changing. It is routine to get your system upgraded. This means we have to transfer all data into another machine during this period and transfer it back once the change has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a problem how do you transfer these files from one system to another, and back? Floppy disks, with a dismal capacity of 1.4MB, are simply out of the question. CD’s too are quite outmoded since they rarely have a capacity of more than 700MB. This is where the pen drive or USB memory stick comes to the picture. The pen drive in recent days is gaining popularity among all computer users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pen drive or a Universal Serial Bus (USB) stick is a key chain sized removable and rewritable device that can be used to transfer files easily, between pen drive compatible systems. It is available in capacities ranging from 128MB to 4GB. In some cases, they may come with a built in MP3 player. Some of the companies manufacturing pen drive include Sandisk, Kingston, Transcend, Moser Baer, Data traveller, Jump Drive etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advantages of a pen drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optical storage (CD-R, CD-RW, DVD-R, DVD-RW) pen drives are more robust and portable than optical storage devices, coming in smaller packages and are not susceptible to surface scratches, which can damage the stored content. Pen drives can be rewritten many times, unlike some of the ‘R’ varieties of optical storage that can only be written once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floppy Discs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pen drives are more compact, faster, can hold more data, and are considered more reliable (due to lack of moving parts) than floppy discs. Pen drives use the mass storage standard, and are compatible with all modern operating systems such as Linux, Mac OS X, and windows, be sides all laptops and note book PC’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How secure are pen drives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many manufacturers offer pen drives with pass word protection and/ or encryption software. Most of the pen drive allows the user to have a public and private partition, where the public part is always accessible and the private part is secured through a password. Users can also download encryption software onto their pen drive, from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USB flash drive and USB smart drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A USB smart drive is a USB flash drive with additional capabilities, typically, software which enables it to run active programs from the drive, from the encryption technology to personalized web browsers instant messaging services. Users can purchase USB smart drives, or download software from the internet that enables existing flash drives to be uploaded to smart drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pen drive is made of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A USB flash drive consists of non volatile memory, a controller, clock generator, led indicator and some additional components. Beyond this basic configuration, other components might be integrated, depending on the functionality of the drive, such as an MP3 player, finger point sensor etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No driver required!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No driver is required for windows 2000/ME/XP, Mac Operating Systems X, Linux 2.4.0 or higher. Windows 98/98 /ME/ NT require appropriate device drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supports storage of all file types&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pen drive behaves like any other hard drive, thus it supports storage of all file types, provided the operating system is compatible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virus Attacks&lt;br /&gt;In general, the best way to protect your computer against virus attacks is through various available security methods. These may include an internet firewall, a virus scanner and other tools that screen incoming files for viruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case of pen drives, you could consider running a virus scan on the contents of the drive before accessing any files. Also, there are some anti virus applications that can be run directly from the USB smart drive to ensure that your drive does not get corrupted by a “host” system that may have a virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information courtesy: IEEE magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-8625104895346492207?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/8625104895346492207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/04/wonder-stick-for-data-transfer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8625104895346492207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/8625104895346492207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/04/wonder-stick-for-data-transfer.html' title='A WONDER STICK FOR DATA TRANSFER'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R_4-hte_1NI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fre5EwpPXoM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-173813264309599816</id><published>2008-03-06T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE REIGN OF NEWS CHANNELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R9Ax-jLl6qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZHc0Fv0WwHY/s1600-h/cnn-ibn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174690922514213538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R9Ax-jLl6qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZHc0Fv0WwHY/s200/cnn-ibn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R9Ax-zLl6rI/AAAAAAAAAEI/noOVH2WNHGo/s1600-h/Logo_NDTV_SouthAsian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174690926809180850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R9Ax-zLl6rI/AAAAAAAAAEI/noOVH2WNHGo/s200/Logo_NDTV_SouthAsian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R9Ax-zLl6sI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/q6cHOXwLx7w/s1600-h/logo_NDTV-profit.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174690926809180866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R9Ax-zLl6sI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/q6cHOXwLx7w/s200/logo_NDTV-profit.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R9AxejLl6pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QLN4MXOZN-g/s1600-h/aajtak-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174690372758399634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R9AxejLl6pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QLN4MXOZN-g/s200/aajtak-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the sky opening up to satellite and cable television, we in India have invited the world to our living rooms. And the Indian mass media rise to the occasion with their own news and entertainment channels.&lt;br /&gt;The fourth estate comprises of a press and media and has emerged as a powerful force over the years. In a world dominated by politics, scientific and technological achievements, artistic and athletic triumphs the media over rules all these as it makes them significant to the masses. The media highlights these achievements and thus establishes a permanent place for itself in the world where even life is also not permanent.&lt;br /&gt;In the recent past the Indian media have emerged as a force to reckon with. Front runners in this line are the Pranoy Roy led ‘New Delhi Television’ who launched two news channels over the summer viz. and now recently launched channels are ‘NDTV profit’ and ‘NDTV goodtimes’ in association with the Kingfisher group. At present there are approximately more than 10 news channels dominating the scene. Added to this number are the regional news channels that make mass communication an important industry.&lt;br /&gt;Indian news channels have been taken to task for their lack of originality and emerging of foreign news channels. The Indian media follows the standard procedure of gathering information and presenting it to the masses.&lt;br /&gt;In the scenario, the media requires to provide stock market updates and current headlines that run across the bottom of the screen. This aspect cannot be criticized as the news channels are catering to the needs of their viewer’s busy and demanding schedule, which permits them to merely glance at the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;Stock markets updates enhance the ability of a person dealing in the share market to buy and sell stocks effectively so as to ensure a sizeable profit for him or herself.&lt;br /&gt;Programmes that are relevant to the masses such as ‘the big fight’ and ‘we the people’ are broadcasted on news channels, which bring public opinion to force and nail the concerned authorities into taking corrective action. The media’s essential functions involve addressing the problems of the general public and bringing to light social issues that can draw the attention of the government towards public welfare besides its existing policies and programmes. The Indian media has done these services effectively and deserve recognition and appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;Investigative reporting has also become popular. A number of scams and scandals have been discovered by investigations that have brought to light the corruption in the bureaucracy.&lt;br /&gt;Indian politics and social life are an entirely different ball game and no comparisons can be drawn between the western media and the Indian media.&lt;br /&gt;However there are certain areas where the Indian news channels have not tried to be innovative, instead to the ideas of foreign news channels. For instance many news channels like NDTV24/7 runs the headlines before every commercial break in a manner similar to the BBC.&lt;br /&gt;There is no lack of brilliance amongst Indians and the viewer feels that the Indian media should give itself more credit and move forward with new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Foreign news channels run a staged show where everything from political rallies, press conference and demonstrations are scripted. Indian news channels on the other hand prove enterprising covering politics with great enthusiasm and energy. Even highlighting Mayawathi’s birthday bash Abhishek- Aishwarya Rai’s marriage, Dhoni-Deepika relationship etc.&lt;br /&gt;On Indian territory, Indian news channels never encounter a shortage of news items. Politicians are examined closely and thoroughly, mercilessly and sports stars pressurized constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Indian news channels in their initiative stages have proved promising even if reflecting the glories of foreign news channels. News channels should do their homework and fearlessly undertake new ventures and innovations. The Indian media can even put old racehorses like the CNN, BBC and FOX to shame if it exploits its true potential. Surely the Indian media can and will live up to the promise and challenge of the task.&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/4082055364560203371-173813264309599816?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/173813264309599816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/03/reign-of-news-channels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/173813264309599816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/173813264309599816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/03/reign-of-news-channels.html' title='THE REIGN OF NEWS CHANNELS'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R9Ax-jLl6qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZHc0Fv0WwHY/s72-c/cnn-ibn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-934782071168062897</id><published>2008-03-04T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME MEANS MONEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R81st1HFhKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JKNP5iPFPi8/s1600-h/Vishveshwaraiah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173911081525281954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R81st1HFhKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JKNP5iPFPi8/s200/Vishveshwaraiah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ಶ್ರೀ. ವಿಶ್ವೇಶ್ವರಯ್ಯ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor time sense, looks like this is my birth right!! I hold a record for making my friend wait in our college campus for 1 ½ hour! This was 3 years back. My friend Shruthi Ananthram had all the patience to wait for me.  I believe very few people get such huge amount of patience.&lt;br /&gt; Recently I read a book on Sir M. Vishveshwaraih’s life and works. I really felt inspired by his calculative time sense. Sir. M. V is known for his discipline, honesty, hard work and soft nature. His sincerity did not have borders. Sir. M. V had such a good time sense. That’s the reason I think he built the Krishna Raja Sagara dam in Mysore in such a methodical way and even today crores of people are being benefited by it.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to Sir. M. V’s time sense. Here is an instance which I read from the book. Sir. M. V always encouraged education. He had a routine of giving each student 100Rs, whoever scored first class in 10th std exams, in his home town Muddenahalli. Once a boy who was his relative scored good marks. Sir. M. V was happy and invited the boy to his residence for dinner at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;The boy was celebrating his success with his friends and came at 8.45pm. By then Sir. M. V had already finished his dinner and told the boy to finish his dinner and meet him. Later when the boy came, Sir. M. V handed over an envelope. The boy opened the envelope and was shocked to see only 25Rs in it! So Sir. M.V’s answer to the boy was “since you were 45min late, I have deducted 3/4th of prize money. Time means money. Remember this through out your life”!!&lt;br /&gt;Sir. M.V’s words did have an impact on me. For some one working in a media industry like me, now I realize the value of time. Though initially maintaining time sense was a difficult task, each time I remembered the above words of the country’s greatest engineer and I am glad to declare that my time sense has improved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-934782071168062897?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/934782071168062897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-means-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/934782071168062897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/934782071168062897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-means-money.html' title='TIME MEANS MONEY'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R81st1HFhKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JKNP5iPFPi8/s72-c/Vishveshwaraiah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-510170864232036032</id><published>2008-03-03T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CREATORS OF MY BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SGJnUN_SHhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jxAxyhqeEmw/s1600-h/prem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215844915498589714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SGJnUN_SHhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jxAxyhqeEmw/s200/prem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಶ್ರೀ. ಪ್ರೇಮ್ ಮ್ಯಾಥ್ಯೂ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R8wecv9n1DI/AAAAAAAAADI/znOpAkgQxwo/s1600-h/DSC01195[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A person who teaches a word is also regarded as a teacher. ‘Creative thoughts’ is a blog of one of my English lecturer Mr.Prem Mathew. The credit of my blog ‘xpressionz’ goes to him. I had no knowledge about blogs. He made me literate about blog also helped me to create my own blog. Special thanks to him because all this teaching happened in the evening after class hours. The base which he built has helped me become more and more knowledgeable about blog. Though I have not attended any of Prem’s classes in college. Yet every now and then he teaches me something new. In the birth of my blog apart from Prem, special thanks to my friend Chidananda Murthy. Without the support of these two my blog would not have been possible.&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/4082055364560203371-510170864232036032?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/510170864232036032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/03/creators-of-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/510170864232036032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/510170864232036032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/03/creators-of-my-blog.html' title='CREATORS OF MY BLOG'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/SGJnUN_SHhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jxAxyhqeEmw/s72-c/prem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-5717871123475681872</id><published>2008-02-27T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ಹಾಗೇ ಸುಮನೇ!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R8WJmAEYrZI/AAAAAAAAACw/bqxir42IwQA/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171691033051311506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R8WJmAEYrZI/AAAAAAAAACw/bqxir42IwQA/s320/DSC01326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is in mysore, with the well known lyricist Jayant Kaykini. The famous lyrcist of  the kannada,smashing hit "Mungaru Male". It was my pleasure to interview him and record all those in my camera. This interview was for my joy. The excerpts of the interview has been written down in my personal diary. Meeting this great lyricist and a well known writer, that too in mysore, which happens to be my home town was really a moment to cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-5717871123475681872?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/5717871123475681872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/5717871123475681872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/5717871123475681872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='ಹಾಗೇ ಸುಮನೇ!!!!!'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R8WJmAEYrZI/AAAAAAAAACw/bqxir42IwQA/s72-c/DSC01326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-6826851872912206349</id><published>2008-02-22T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAARA SCREEN PAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R8WIsgEYrYI/AAAAAAAAACo/q8akfiAtOYM/s1600-h/12yp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171690045208833410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R8WIsgEYrYI/AAAAAAAAACo/q8akfiAtOYM/s200/12yp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aamir's directoral debut. I thought nothing could beat laagan till i "saw Taare zameen par". Pure genius,subtle filmmaking and the most of all hardhitting yet tremendously uplifting.&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/4082055364560203371-6826851872912206349?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/6826851872912206349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/02/taara-screen-par.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/6826851872912206349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/6826851872912206349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/02/taara-screen-par.html' title='TAARA SCREEN PAR'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDNyeBhuvds/R8WIsgEYrYI/AAAAAAAAACo/q8akfiAtOYM/s72-c/12yp5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-5336763253378740954</id><published>2008-02-22T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Corruption Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Disagreements with parents over morality and fights with younger siblings consume most of our time when we are at home with our family. But in cases where a student goes away form home in pursuit of education or in pursuit of trends, spending time in the alien land is often an issue worth discussing or sharing it with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the ghost of assignments starts haunting me, or when the anxieties of the future and the miseries of the past make the four wall of my house resemble a prison, I and my friend honour the cheapest movies theatres of Bangalore with our gracious presence. On such a deep sad Saturday evening we went, dressed up like two mod girls of Bangalore city, to ‘Symphony’ at MG Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now we had reached early and had been entertaining notions of easy tickets in our mind right since we had left home. But soon, my friend returned from the ticket counter, with an unpleasant smile, and enlightened me about the fact that the show was house full. She then gave a casual suggestion to buy tickets from one of the strange specimens of the human form who had been loitering shamelessly in the theatre premises with some tickets between their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I looked at the man, weather-beaten, plump, and shameless to the core, worthy enough to be the part of a collection of rarities, and was astonished at his ‘suggestion’ to buy a 50 rupee ticket (We only go for ‘front stall’, mind you!) for 150! Even the ‘gentleman’ from the ticket counter came and put his arm on this individual’s shoulder and said that the suggestion was indeed a good one. “Saturday evening, olle picture, thagoli madam”! He said……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instances such as these are very common these days. From a train ticket and the RTO, to entry into the Taj Mahal, on every corner we find men who have betrayed their duty and would allow the corruption of their brains for little luxuries or a small amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, more than these greedy victims of the system, it is us who are at fault, as we tolerate such practices, and moreover accept them. We take corruption as a part of our lives, something which is inseparable. Einstein once said, “The world is a dangerous place: not because of the people who do evil, but because of the people who see it and let it happen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, corruption is neither very powerful, nor is it inseparable. Phrases such as “this has always happened and will always happens; me and you can’t change it’. No one, in this world is insignificant or worthless. Everyone has the capacity to change the world; yet, we get caught in the cobwebs of worldly pleasures and look upon ourselves like an ant that lives with the fear of getting stamped over any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a part of the society and it is a part of us. The least we can do to fight against the evils that plague our society is to ponder upon them and talk. Public opinions actually formed in places where it is least expected to take birth-coffee shops, local trains, classrooms, food courts, kiosks, newsletters and so on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the incident, did I buy the tickets? No, I did not; though the theatre was playing a movie whose release I had long waiting to see it. I did not buy the tickets though 150 rupees is not a great amount for an enjoyable evening. Not only this, I called up the police control room thrice and literally forced them to send the cops over. Once a cop reached, he seemed to have a friendly acquaintance with the black-ticketer, and ‘suggested’ that I take the ticket at actual rates. I refused, and after a few threats, persuaded him to take his’ friend’ in his jeep to the place he belonged. People, apart from the innocent, should fear the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the outcome of our complaint to the cop was, some people went into hiding, and others appreciated our effort. Me and my friend came back home; the movies of assignments ghosts that we saw here were better than the movies that had to be seen by selling the Father of the nation and his ideals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-5336763253378740954?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/5336763253378740954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/02/corruption-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/5336763253378740954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/5336763253378740954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2008/02/corruption-tale.html' title='A Corruption Tale'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-3441565716587785355</id><published>2007-12-28T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BEST OF FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You were always in my thoughts. And now the thoughts of you are even more intense. It’s true that we have part ways. Oh god! I can’t believe that I left you and came so far. Whenever I think of you my dear friend you will bring memories and blossoms all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would slip into nostalgia and say oh! How beautiful each bloom was, one out beating the other. I look around everywhere for that same flower. The one who was my friend dearest and later on became my sweetheart. The one who each time boosted my spirits. He is the best flower of the spring. Sad, now this flower is fluttering some where far away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he will spread fragrance where ever he goes. May he flourish charming and radiant. Always spreading happiness to every one around. I wish him good luck on the long way. He is a sturdy shelter for me. Like the setting sun he sheds kindly light on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hope and confidence given by you to succeed in life, I will always cherish. Moreover your pure love is my biggest strength. I will not tell you to keep up the promises which we have made to each other. This moment words fail to express my feelings towards you. But I know one thing is for sure. Everything is in the heart in loads and tons. I know you and you know me that’s enough we need not prove in front of the world. I am waiting to come back and be yours forever…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHRAVYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-3441565716587785355?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/3441565716587785355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-best-of-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3441565716587785355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/3441565716587785355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-best-of-friend.html' title='MY BEST OF FRIEND'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-5515546026260268728</id><published>2007-12-28T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE AGONY AND ECSTASY OF BEING IN LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The idea of pure love should be nurtured. A girl and a boy’s world come crashing down because their love is either rejected or ignored. As an individual you should remind yourself that your lover is only one aspect of that pure idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love encompasses so many others; your mother, father, brother, sister for instance. They are all forms or all waves in the ocean of love. A human being has an enormous capacity to love, and he is capable of loving many in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words you should not restrict your love to only one person. Your lover is only a tiny expression of your capacity to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t get depressed or think of ending your life just because a minute part of your huge potential called love is refused by your lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tendency is that when you go through heartache in love, you vow never to love again. This is a huge mistake; it is a miscalculated step that can deprive you of experiencing pure love, ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a ladder that helps you attain higher and higher levels of loving consciousness. It could start with one person and end with totality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the beginning, god is the end. Oh! What a bargain, one has to share and accept love to attain god or rather, to become one with god. Love is painful sometimes, because it is not real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love is when one does not expect anything from the person you love. Love wholeheartedly and don’t expect anything in return. There is bound to be disappointment and frustration, if you lay down specification for your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selfish attitudes that arise out of attachment is the root cause for love becoming painful. We never seem to be satisfied with the return that others offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the journey of love is not smooth, go for it. If you don’t dive into the river of love, how will you reach the ocean? Life would not be a pilgrimage without the pain and suffering wrought by love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course love is going to be painful but one would reach higher levels of consciousness with the help of it. Creativity reaches its zenith when one is in love. It is out of agony that ecstasy is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to reach the ecstasy stage without going through the pain of loving but it’s just not possible. You have to go through the dark night to be able to appreciate the sight of beautiful sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be apprehensive about going through agony because, remember it ultimately leads to bliss. Bliss which is the purpose and goal of life. Don’t feel guilty when you have indulged in a relationship because there is an intense possibility of love arising out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a higher experience than lust. Even if lust is mud, the lotus of love could bloom from it. There are three kinds of people, one kind of people believe that physical attraction is the beginning and the end of love as they miss out on the opportunity to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other kind abstains from the physical relationship as they neither recognise it as the beginning nor the end so lose out on the enormous opportunity to evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third kind knows that right physical chemistry is the beginning, not the end, a means to attain higher levels of consciousness. It is a mere guide to the attainment of god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t shy away from love, for you can’t know of god and attain bliss unless you know what pure love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;SHRAVYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-5515546026260268728?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/5515546026260268728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2007/12/agony-and-ecstasy-of-being-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/5515546026260268728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/5515546026260268728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2007/12/agony-and-ecstasy-of-being-in-love.html' title='THE AGONY AND ECSTASY OF BEING IN LOVE'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082055364560203371.post-4444573816891741427</id><published>2007-12-18T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:38:59.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SPIRIT IN IT ANYMORE</title><content type='html'>Nowadays people view festivals as an opportunity to party and shop rather than to ponder their real significance. ‘Buy one get one free,’ ‘60% discount till stock last’ etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not just an advertisement, but what festivals have become today. They are seen as another reason for manufacturers mint money and for consumers to shop till they drop.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            The purpose of festivals is lost. Gone are the days when people got up at five in the morning and recited prayers. With the world becoming one big rat race, most people have no time for religious ceremonies. It appears that the only people ‘religiously’ celebrating these festivals are the ‘Saas- Bahu’ pairs on television.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Shopkeepers and mall-owners impress customers with unbelievable discounts. Everywhere you look, you see huge posters and banners with the word ‘SALE’ and ‘50% off’ in huge print. Look closely and you will find the words like ‘conditions apply’ in fine print for some offers.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Several banks issuing credit cards also have tie ups retailers. Buy goods at certain shops and get a discount or another item free of cost. What the consumer fails to see is that shopkeepers are making money at their expense.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            However, we can’t restrict this trend to just the service sector. It can be seen in society at large as well. People go to church for mass on Christmas, because its more of an excuse to socialize than to pray. They are more concerned about the Christians associated with Christmas what to wear for parties and what ornaments will go up on the Christmas tree. In between all this, the real meaning of Christmas, a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, is lost.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Christmas is not the only victim of this trend. For Diwali, people light lamps at home and burst a lot of fireworks. But ask children why they do so. They will only tell you that to burn crackers, nothing more. That this festival of lights is a celebration of Sriram’s return to Ayodhya is forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Everything has become commercial these days. We seem to be leaving in a world where most often commodities are given more importance during a religious festival than the festival itself. What we need to do is a little soul searching and figure out what really matters- MATERIALISM or SPRITUALITY???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082055364560203371-4444573816891741427?l=nannadhemathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4444573816891741427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-spirit-in-it-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4444573816891741427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082055364560203371/posts/default/4444573816891741427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannadhemathu.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-spirit-in-it-anymore.html' title='NO SPIRIT IN IT ANYMORE'/><author><name>Shravya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645525927443833694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHdFGSJZ6vU/Sv5pG51RyUI/AAAAAAAAANY/PRIHnkJyBys/S220/IMG_0064+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
