tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53165073098293116532024-03-13T09:49:17.915-07:00My viewsThe world,places,relations,life of others,mine,etc etc etc in my viewUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-52265202285440820052012-07-19T13:00:00.001-07:002013-03-24T09:01:47.649-07:00Mechanic<div dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">I was using, my brother's bike.(I am using it even now). One day petrol started leaking from it.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">I had to switch on the petrol tap for a five hundred meter ride and switch off it when it overflows. Even then I was using it. It was afternoon then. It stopped after one and a half kilometers from my home. No idea of mine could start my bike.I started pushing it to the nearby garage.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">I saw no other bike or any vehicle in that garage other than mine. The mechanic came out from the garage. He was around 50 years of age. He started looking into the problem. He told me there is some problem with the carburetor. There was leakage in the float valve.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"> Reading Sherlock Holmes stories always has its effect. After reading detective stories more, I started to observe others in detail for their occupation and their character. I found my Mechanic to have some sort of serious illness, for his legs were swollen.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> He fixed the leak in float. He removed the carburetor and started working on it. Its was around three o clock in the afternoon. A group of five people came there to discuss something which I could not understand. They went inside along with my Mechanic ( my work half done) . I saw them take a bottle and have drinks in plastic-use and throw glasses. I understood his illness then. He was a drunkard.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />His movements became sluggish. He misplaced a tiny part of carburetor. It took one hour to find it from the scrap. But he managed to repair it with great difficulty.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">I felt really sad when he asked me the charges for repairing my bike. It was very less compared to the quantum of work he did. He was more interested in going back to the shelter again to have his next drink.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I now understand that throughout my native place, such groups are increasing at an alarming rate ,making exceptional talents like our Mechanic drown in the ocean of alcohol. The money meant for making their children happy, making their lives better is either drenched in alcohol or spent in a hospital.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Alcohol is spoiling the lives of many. It is an evil so slow that we will never know when it overpowers us. Alcoholics are having a disease like a typhoid or diabetes. It is not their egoism which shouts against those who questions them, it is because of their slavery to the substance.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Lets hate Alcohol. Let it not </span><span style="font-size: large;">be </span><span style="font-size: large;">a status symbol. Let it be like the old days where people using alcohol were looked down upon.</span></b><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-7339257843805430122012-05-07T14:00:00.003-07:002013-03-24T09:02:02.014-07:00Inevitability of Death and Hindu Mythology<div dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Death, the word brings fear to many, ease to some with terminal illness, and lack of time to the under acheived. Though humans evolved 200,000 years ago we still don't have any solid idea about what happens after death and why it happens. People in all parts of the world has tried to crack the mystery of what lies beyond that. People from time immemorial has tried to stop the phenomenon of death.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Ayurveda traditional medicine native to India, claims to have a treatment called Kayakalpa ( meaning: body rejuvenation). It is said that by purification of the body, the old is rejuvenated to young. The practice is continued even today. ( the news of kayakalpa treatment carried out is heard even to this day).</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">It is very interesting to read stories from Hindu mythology about people who tried to overcome death.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> One such story is of Hiranyakashipu, an Asura ( meaning for easy understanding : A Demon). He prayed to God ( Penance). The Lord Brahma (one of the three main Gods) became happy with his penance and granted him a boon. Hiranyakashipu asked him something close immortality as immortality cannot be asked as a boon directly.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> He asked for a boon that he should not be killed by a human, not an animal, not during the day, not at night , not inside the house ,not outside, not on earth,not on the sky, not by a living or non living thing. The boon was granted.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Hiranyakashipu became overconfident and started doing bad deeds on a large scale.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Lord Vishnu (one of the three main Gods) had to act. He took the form of Narasimha ( Nara- Human, Simha- Lion). Not a human, not an animal, he took him to the threshold of a courtyard( not inside , not outside the house), placed him on his thigh ( not on earth, not on the sky), and killed him with his nails ( as nails cant be said for sure as a living or non living weapon) at twilight ( not during the day, not at night). So death is certain how hard the conditions laid against it.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Another story is the death of Lord Krishna ( One of the incarnates of Lord Vishnu). In puranas it is seen that sages are given much importance , even by the kings or incarnations of God .</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">One such sage was Durvasa. He demands lord Krishna to smear Krishna's body with his leftover food (Kheer/Payasam a sweet dish). Krishna obeys , that he becomes pleased and grants him boon that Krishna will not be harmed at any of the places which was smeared with the dish. Unfortunately his leg was not smeared. ( Krishna gave respect to that food without touching with his feet).</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">His leg became his weak spot (Like Achilles heel in Greek Mythology). Death happens to Krishna by an arrow which strikes his foot. The arrow was from the metal recovered from the mouth of a fish. It was the last part of the cursed </span><span class="st" style="font-size: large;"> Iron pounding pestal, which was powdered to save the people from the curse. The lst part was flung to the ocean. A fish ate thinking it as food and the fish was caught and was bought by the blacksmith. The last piece of the pestal became the fatal arrow that killed Krishna.</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="st" style="font-size: large;">There is no escape, end is always sorrow at least to near ones,but lets hope that the path tread be a good one.</span></b></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-72980116930691634012011-09-30T11:51:00.001-07:002013-03-24T09:01:29.581-07:00Anaemia<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">It was dark when I reached her house for giving the broadband connection. The subscriber had insisted me to come in the evening after 5:00 PM or on Sunday, and she told me that she will be available at home only that time . She was a teacher in the local school. I didn't want to spare the holiday available in the week. So started to her house on that eventful Friday evening after five from my station.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">It seemed little odd when she told me that her house is near the old palm tree. Tress cannot be given as Landmarks here as the village is full of trees. I thought how foolish she was to give her address that way.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">It was really a noticeable tree with full of seeds. I then remembered the comparison old people used to give about palm tree seeds hanging and ladies hairs.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The Old palm tree looked elegant and seemed to be touching the evening sky.It was getting dark and its shades covered all over the road. Very near to the tree I found the gate to her house. It was difficult for me to open it because I was sitting in my bike balancing it with a single hand and opening the gate with the other.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I was welcomed by her cat. It meowed and looked at me and went inside. It seemed like it went to call her mistress.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The beautiful lady came down to greet me, asked me if I had any trouble in finding the location. I just smiled. I had a nice time afterward.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The hot coffee she gave was really stimulating my nerves. My work was simple as her computer was new. It was done in five minutes time. As I was sipping the coffee, I inquired about her job and reason for staying alone, kids etc. She told me she was an artist, a singer and dancer by profession and she taught children dance at school. The couple had no children. Her husband was on a business trip. She asked about me and I told her about my hobbies and my favorite singers,the books I read and the films I watch. She listened to me like a curious kid listening to her grandma's story.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">As I had to return to the empty quarters after providing this connection, I didn't hesitate to help her to make a facebook id . I don't remember when it started. All I new was that i was kissing her. I felt the fragrance of a flower filling the room. It was an ethereal experience.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">When i opened my eyes i was in my quarters, lying weak. My friend took me to the nearest hospital. I had a burning pain in my neck and I was diagnosed as having anaemia</span></b></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-65847024313374868972011-06-29T12:52:00.000-07:002013-03-24T09:03:43.473-07:00I am still there.<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Now I may not be there to give warmth to your feet with mine.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">But I am the heat from the fire place which is making your feet warm.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Now I may not be there to kiss the tiredness away from your eyes.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">But I am the water which you splashed over your eyes.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Now I may not be there to make a sand castle in the beach with you.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">But I am the soft earth on which you tread.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Now I may not be there to whistle and tickle your ears.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">But I am the air that breezes past your lovely hair.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Now I may not be there to give you the space just enough to move within my arms.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">But I am the space where you move around.</span></b></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-73044173068991581512011-05-14T01:56:00.000-07:002013-03-24T09:00:59.530-07:00NASHA<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">When I was fifteen we became friends. My classmate introduced him to me. We used to meet in the evenings once in a month or so. I was proud to have him as a friend as he expanded my friends circle suddenly. I was I was relieved of my reservations whenever I was with him. I even formed friendship with old people . Some of them were so old that they were my father's acquaintances.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Steadily my neighbourhood knew about me. I married ar twentyfour. He was with me even just before my first night.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">God blessed me with a kid.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Once I has a quarrel with my wife over an issue about him. I slapped her for the first time in my life as she questioned his integrity.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I told her that he has got even millionaire friends, there is no reason for him to ditch me.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Next whole day I was with him. I was feeling guilty to go back home.I was feeling inferior to others.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Life was going steady as my friendship with him grew.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I was lacking money. I was lacking the luck other friends had.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">He shared my soul. He made me forget things.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">My wife became independent. She was now not more than headache to me. I was not knowing even my son's grades, or mother's illness.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">He made me forget all the worries, even the edema which started in my legs.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">My parents my wife were worried about me. But in his company, I hated him. I started taking money from my wife for him, from my friends and then from my neighbours.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I needed more money, I needed more peace of mind. I asked my friend for peace.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">He guided me there also. I felt it is better to be dead than unlucky. He gave me the rope to do it. He even made the noose with the rope for me.</span></b></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-42455092378036571512010-01-20T02:59:00.001-08:002013-03-24T09:03:15.297-07:00A Cup of Tea in rain<div style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="q">It was drizzling. I knew it was impossible to reach my work place next day to join on duty if I alighted from the train and I was having no idea where I will reach that night. Still I decided to see her. I was on the hope of having a decision taken after seeing her. Holding her hand back to my home if she agrees.</span></b></span></div>
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Within an hour or two I was in front of big boundary wall separating me from her. I felt myself to be very small in front of it. I rang her, she told she will come with a friend.</div>
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I drenched in rain. After a while she ( her friend didn't turn up) came with an umbrella.</div>
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</span>I requested her to have a tea with me. I was not in a mood to have a tea but I wanted to spent some time with her. She refused. But I insisted. She seemed very busy. My case seemed to be very trivial to her.</b></span> <div style="color: white;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Rain water was falling into the hot tea. I was not in a mood to have it. It seemed like a part of me is being separated from me without any mercy. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I was learning that it will be the last time seeing her, but I didn't tell her. She had her tea and congratulated me on my status change. She had no idea that something inside me was dying at that time and I was going to cry.</b></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-11651552448427909862009-12-08T04:55:00.001-08:002013-03-24T09:00:19.481-07:00CRUSH BUSTERS<div dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>If you have a crush on a girl and if the feel is beyond your control and if you want to get rid of it or to make it grow.....</b></span></div>
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<li>Usually people who are in crush tend to compare the person with a celebrity(If the object of the your crush is a celebrity then this tip can't save you), if possible have photos of both and compare.</li>
<li>Talk to the girl on a common topic. Communication will either build or destroy a relationship. Check whether anybody is getting bored or not. You can know whether it is just a physical attraction or more than that.</li>
<li>Think about the girl sharing the same dining table with your parents. Find if there will be any mismatch or not.</li>
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<li>Try to know her,( her habits, likes/dislikes, hobbies, skills etc ).</li>
<li>If you are still persisting on the case after doing all these steps I believe you love her.</li>
<li>She will be there for you if she is meant for you after being close to her. So don't fear, go ahead.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-87322058712005045162009-12-07T04:57:00.001-08:002013-03-24T08:59:55.020-07:00Faults in telephones:Self help tips<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<b><span class="e" id="q_1254b126d4967270_0" style="font-size: large;">Try ringing the same telephone number from another number say a mobile phone.</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="e" id="q_1254b126d4967270_0" style="font-size: large;">If it rings then your connection is probably Ok at the telephone exchange.</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="e" id="q_1254b126d4967270_0" style="font-size: large;">Step( I)Connect another handset(telephone instrument) if available ( from a friend or neighbour) and see whether its working or not.</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="e" id="q_1254b126d4967270_0" style="font-size: large;">If working it might be the problem with the instrument, go for replacement of telephone Instrument.</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="e" id="q_1254b126d4967270_0" style="font-size: large;">If not working( and if you geta ring back tone)then it might be the problem with the line,you have to book a complaint at the telephone fault repair centre.</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="e" id="q_1254b126d4967270_0" style="font-size: large;">(b) I can receive calls but cannot make calls.</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="e" id="q_1254b126d4967270_0" style="font-size: large;">Check in your telephone bills if there is any pending bills to be paid.( there will be an announcement if it is disconnected for nonpayment). If there is no announcement while making calls, go for Step( I)</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="e" id="q_1254b126d4967270_0" style="font-size: large;">Do Step( I). If still persists it may be a problem with the exchange cards, book it.</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="e" id="q_1254b126d4967270_0" style="font-size: large;">(d) Incoming calls get disconnected as soon as receiver is lifted.</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="e" id="q_1254b126d4967270_0" style="font-size: large;">This is a major fault. Complain it immediately. Or else there may arise billing issues.<br />(j) After completing a call (incoming/outgoing) and replace my receiver, i am unable to get dial tone.</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="e" id="q_1254b126d4967270_0" style="font-size: large;">Congestion may be the cause.<br />(k) When i lift my telephone to make a call, i get busy tone instead of dial tone.</span></b></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-80959217586892430262009-10-05T04:51:00.000-07:002013-03-24T08:59:32.398-07:00GURU<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">After my pre university and before my graduation there was a period of two months before I could join studies. During my school days I have seen my brother( who is five years elder to me) wearing karate clothes and shouting "KHEA" , " KATA" and all those sorts of words which were incomprehensible to me at that time. He used to watch Bruce lee movies. Karate started fascinating me. With my busmate and neighbourJohny( was just like johny bravo) thought of joining karate classes during that vacation. My parents approved as I was a nerd or a book worm (most of the time I was is front of TV and notebooks but scored not more than average in class) . My behaviour to unknown persons was also weird (I was highly introvert).My parents thought, if I donot mingle to others i might go mad and those karate classes might give me exposure as I was not having the minimum friends needed for a normal 16 year old. (or classmates) It was like the reasoning question: all my friends were classmates but all my classmates were not my friends).</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I joined karate class. Next day Johny introduced my to a Seventy year old man.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">He asked me if I was interested to play table tennis. Till then I had never played that game. Johny assured me that I need not worry about anything,just need to come after karate classes to the TT hall in the same building of YMCA hall.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I went there. The old man was sitting there. He came forward and gave me a TT bat. He taught me how to do a forehand drive. He instructed Johny to give me practise.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">All the time we were practising he was sitting there watching us play. Next day same exercise. He told me about senior players. How they got drifted from the core of the game. How he taught them. Days moved like that.I met jayaz, jayaraj, anil annan, cheriyan.Asan used to buy tea and bajji for us( for the trio: jaohny jayaz and I) from the near by tea shop. I wondered.i had many apprehensions. Who is this person. Why does anybody want to teach any thing for nothing in return?I am not from a financially sound family,so what was he expecting from me? Is the Table tennis any cover for any other activities. Is he a gay? Many unanswered questions.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">While he was there in the room, we had no option but to practise. We were very much eager to have a match but he always insisted to practise till perfection( for months) before starting a game. Johnny was my practising partner. With the permission ( obtained with great difficulty) we could play. But then also Asan was too eager to know the scores even when I though I was a novice.<br />He was very fond of senior players.<br />There was one junior player with us who was given practise by Asan's student. He was a bit bitter towards him. But once he started playing well Asan started liking him. He kept all personal differences aside for the love of Game.<br />He used to talk a lot. His topic ranged fromTT, National players, playing styles, ball bats, rubber, girls, relationships... about everything under the sun.<br />Always he called us to his house. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">......( To be continued)</span></b> </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-25304663396039928052007-12-23T23:56:00.000-08:002013-03-24T08:59:17.514-07:00Cat<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">To my hostel room door, one day came a tiny little cat.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">It was having ash colour, big eyes. It was so small, may be a week old with no mother nearby.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">My friend gave it milk. I also thought of doing the same. Next day bought some milk from the canteen. It was not knowing how to drink. I pushed its mouth to the plate. It started licking its face and the plate in a minute.It was very nice to feed it. Two days passed. Third day it came inside my room. Started rubbing my legs. I was happy, but I feared if I go to class who will feed it, what will happen to it once I go to my native place. I didn't allow it to be more attached to me. i shooed it away, it came again. I closed my door so that it cannot ente my room. Next day when I bought milk and i found it dead near my room in a corner.</span></b></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-28903679856279445702007-05-18T10:34:00.000-07:002013-03-24T08:59:01.281-07:00Leaving the treadmill<div dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">People who have visited a gym at any point of their lives may not forget a treadmill. If atleast in movies you have seen one or is using one then then this is worth reading.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">My first experience with treadmill made me think it as 'Dread' mill. It was lying in the corner of the gym like akid whose toy has been snatched away by nother.Like every other newcomer, I also wanted to give it a test. I stepped on its wide rubber belt pressed the white button on its panel, but nothing happened at all. Then I found that the power switch on the wall is in off condition.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I made it on.All of a sudden it started moving (rolling). As I was very much involved in the switching on process , I was not holding the handle , so nothing could stop me from from stumbling.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Recently an astronaut in NASA space station ran a race( marathon) in a treadmill. If we imagine that if that running is made in the free vacuum space ...If she lost her way before reaching the finishing point. That thought gives me a shiver.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Then we can rule out that case, because it is not possible to run in vacuum, because it is vacuum and we need oxygen, which makes the suit a necessity ,to go out of the space station. As the suit makes movement difficult (as we see the video of man landing in moon) we can hope that no space marathon will be conducted for atleast a few years.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Then what is the need of tread mill in earth other than medical purposes. We are bestowed by God with excellent places where we can run jump and walk freely.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Recently I joined joggers club. to my wonder I could find myself sticking to the habit of running early morning.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">All these years I was thinking that the best time to sleep is early morning. But I changed my view. Now for me early morning is meant for jogging. Because I could know that if we are ready to lose that small joy of sleeping early morning , we will gain a day full of energy ,good health in future at zero expense.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">But the most important thing in jogging is selecting a route to jog</span></b></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-70630820102932521832007-03-21T06:32:00.000-07:002013-03-24T08:58:46.212-07:00Adi Mallikarjun temple<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Adi is a small village in Belgaum district of Karnataka state. It is about 18 kilometers form a small town called Nipani. You can catch a bus from Nipani to reach there. The route takes a diversion fromNipani to Kolhapur(district in Maharashtra) road. As you take the diversion you can feel the villages Soundalga,Adi,Benadi,Mangur all lies in the same route.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">To go to a temple which is on a hill top the best time to choose is early morning.Have a stay at Nippani and start early in the morning.The hill is visible even before the stop is reached.The road is okay( for a village we can't expect more than that).</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">There are a lot of small steps leading to the temple. As we say about life, journey not the destination is what we need to enjoy. As we climb up the hill we can see the small bus route like a childs drawing in the sand , small rectangular Jawar fields some dry yellowish and some green a spectacular view of the village can be obtained from the hill. There are almost 700 steps upto the temple but it took only nearly 45 minutes to reach the top. In my opinion a temple is good for offering our prayers when there is less rush of people. To my happiness there was only a few people in the temple and nobody was there to climb with me. The temple is of Lord shiva. It is inside a rock cave like structuer, but renewation process is going on to make look good. Wind was blowing with force up there.</span></b></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-15682269455498695552007-02-23T04:59:00.000-08:002013-03-24T08:58:28.349-07:00A Trip from Mysore to Belgaum<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">After I finished my two months training I was posted in Belgaum for 4 weeks field training.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">At night 8:40 ,the train from Mysore to Dharwar. I was accompanied by two friends Manoj and Vikas.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">The journey was nice.In our compartment there were three ladies and a gent.Two ladies was from one family. One with a small kid and the elder lady her mother(it's my guess).They asked for lower birth even before the train started.We had no problem in exchanging berths.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">There was an old budhist lady.She insisted in throwing her empty teacup and waste paper herself ,eventhough she was too old to do that.She asked us whether you know some place name( still can't get that place). We replied we didn't know.She again asked us with surprise you don't know that place as if we had done something really bad. We looked each other and smiled.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Next to our berth was a couple.Seemed newly wed.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Got into the upperbirth and began my meditation( Savasana).Woke up early in the morning and because train halted in a station , I thought we had reached Dharwar but actually didn't.It was some temporary halt in a station. I made my friends wake up to hear their scoldings.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">After an hour we reached Dharawar station.Cool wind was blowing.We kept bags there where we got down .... Really chilling that I thought of taking my blanket and covering myself like a terrorists dress seen in movies...but I was too lazy to take it from my bag.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">We got into Rani Channamma express to kolhapur (in the general compartment ).There was a slight rush but I somehow managed to get a seat near an old lady.She took the permission from the Gandhi topiwala(her husband ) for allowing me to sit.He looked at me ,I made a face expression as I am really innocent and I badly want a seat.After a while the topiwala asked for making a call from my mobile for which I hesitated ( he told me in some other language may be Kannada or Marathi, one person near me translated it to hindi ) he wanted to talk to Bangalore,I told mereko paisa lagega Bhaisab.......my balance was less..even otherwise I would not have allowed because he was a total stranger to me.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The route was through forests in both sides....we can see trees extending themselves to infinity....some areas like that ...nature will be at its best in morning....I was blessed to see these picturesque beauty ....</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">As the jouney progresses I felt a drop of wetness in right leg ( my pants had a small circle of water). I thought it was from the water bottle kept in the bag in my lap.But it was resting wholly on the other leg, I was confused. Then I kept the bag down. I felt sleepy and I was sleeping in the seat till I was woken up by another drop. Then I searched around and found that one person was sleeping in the place for keeping the bags, over my head...He was so asleep that ....saliva.....urgh.......then I remembered that I tried to spread the other drop in the pants thinking it was water ,with my hands...didn't dared to smell my hand...I immediately changed my seat...again thorugh the jawar fields open lands...</span></b><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316507309829311653.post-45169193964027797872007-02-17T02:42:00.000-08:002013-03-24T08:57:59.880-07:00Blood donation<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Let me start my blogging with some thing good. I always had doubts and fear of donating blood. The process is very simple and the feeling that you have done something good is beyond explanation.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">By blood donation you can save somebody's life and can get a free check up yourself.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">For those who never had that experience can get their doubts clarified in this site</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.lcmhs.org/services/bdc7.html">http://www.lcmhs.org/services/bdc7.html</a></span></b></div>
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