<?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-3753440650868777152</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:50:33.607-08:00</updated><category term='Ab Mushkil Nahi Kuch Bhi'/><title type='text'>ACTIVATION CELL for GREY CELLS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-8297975299789872643</id><published>2009-12-05T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:43:15.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am upset. I have just seen the result of MTV VJHUNT Mumbai auditions result on orkut. My name is not there... yes I was there in auditions at MTV's office in Parel today morning and I was quite confident that everything had gone good as per me and I can go to the next round atleast...but...let it be... gud night folks... feeling sleepy...actually not feeling good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753440650868777152-8297975299789872643?l=lavguru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/8297975299789872643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753440650868777152&amp;postID=8297975299789872643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/8297975299789872643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/8297975299789872643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-2229510705227747267</id><published>2009-05-09T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T04:55:00.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAREST NANI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbAbBUqWII/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qf6nTg_Hkr8/s1600-h/Picture+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334162379111028866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbAbBUqWII/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qf6nTg_Hkr8/s320/Picture+27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbAbCvanfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lH-0L0LHEJI/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_5365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334162379491679730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbAbCvanfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lH-0L0LHEJI/s320/Copy+of+IMG_5365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nani (Raj Ma) you are no more with us but your memories remain and will always be there. I am glad that at least we could talk to each other in your last days, though equally saddened by the fact that I could not meet you.&lt;br /&gt;Nani, I think, you were the most stubborn of all the Nanis of the world. We (Kusha and I) begged in front of you like anything to be with us for some days, but, you never gave a heed to us and were always busy finding pleasure amidst the chaotic environment of Kesar Villa. We are angry with you for not giving us, what was our right, right to listen to you, right to get scolded by you, right to eat poha made by you, right to tease u, right to irritate you, right to just be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Nani you have most of the times been misunderstood by all of us, but I know you were right in whatever you did and whatever you used to advise. You always did things as per your experience and we foolish people, under the wrong impression of being intelligent and wise, thought and considered your views and advise to be outdated. But when I realize and think that we must always understand the context in which person is talking about, now too late, but I find you right. I blame everyone of us, mama, mami, masi, mummy, all of us to an extent that we were not able to justify our responsibilties towards you. We owe many things to you, but now, when you are not with us anymore, how to give back those to you. For this I just expect that even after you your family remain happy, prosperous and united. This is the only way we can give back what we owe to you.&lt;br /&gt;I just pray to God, to bless your soul and also pray to God that please give all of us courage to face your physical absence and also to guide us such that, whatever you have expected and dreamt for your family, comes true and we all will work to help your soul rest in peace forever.&lt;br /&gt;Nani we will miss you alwaysss. We need your blessings and your more time for us (mummy papa kusha and me) in whatever form you exist in. Be with us always.&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/3753440650868777152-2229510705227747267?l=lavguru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/2229510705227747267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753440650868777152&amp;postID=2229510705227747267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/2229510705227747267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/2229510705227747267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/2009/05/dearest-nani.html' title='DEAREST NANI'/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbAbBUqWII/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qf6nTg_Hkr8/s72-c/Picture+27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-1087397251723779067</id><published>2009-02-25T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:00:55.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie review: Flat No. 3's "Belagaam Talent - II" - PAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Movie review: Flat No. 3's "Belagaam Talent - II"- by ARPIT GATTANI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;It is an old saying, bigger the artist you are, chances of you becoming vulnerable to failure increases. Why: Bigger expectations. Belagaan Talent – 1 was fresh, crazy, and above all filled with far-fetched performances by all crack-actors. Belagaam Talent – II comes with clichéd storyline, lackluster direction and 'go-to-sleep' performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Song selected by conceiver can be debatable and so is his clichéd approach to present it under such &lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235569288_0"&gt;reputable brand name&lt;/span&gt;. 'Pal' by K.K. is so monotonous that it seldom gives you opportunity to include your creativity, even to such talented artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lack of proper direction can be seen throughout the movie. There is no thrill in scene progression, editing is ordinary, and cinematography is below average. Story tends to remain folded all the time. No moment actually presented any clue as to why 'yaad aaenge ye pal'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Crack-acting is big a disappointment. Extra effort in shots can be observed on each crack-actor' s expression. Chetan is monotonous. Lav Grover gives a pity performance after his master piece in last movie, big disappointment. His eyes were so much affected by lights that it almost seemed like he has &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235569288_1"&gt;conjunctivitis&lt;/span&gt;. Amol's role was severely spoiled by camerawork. Only crack-actors who impresses are George and Manish. George again shows how multi talented he is. He understood the limitations of his performances and did a commendable job to overcome it. Best example is the scene where he expressed 'choti si' (at 2.23 seconds) with mere two fingers. Also he is the only one on who dark glasses seems be fitting. Manish did a tremendous job of expressing his pain. He displays intense feelings quite effortless. His Chinese eyes suit best for this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;On whole Belagaam Talent – II disappoints. I sincerely believe Carcons International will come back and come back hard. No one can take talent they have and one goof cannot stop future quality products from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753440650868777152-1087397251723779067?l=lavguru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/1087397251723779067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753440650868777152&amp;postID=1087397251723779067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/1087397251723779067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/1087397251723779067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie-review-flat-no-3s-belagaam-talent.html' title='Movie review: Flat No. 3&apos;s &quot;Belagaam Talent - II&quot; - PAL'/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-4501251845908459150</id><published>2009-01-17T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:59:45.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of BELAGAAM TALENT by Arpit Gattani.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On 14th January 2009, BELAGAAM TALENT was released. Here is the review of the film by the greatest film critic ever - Arpit Gattani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Movie review: Flat No. 3's "Belagaam Talent".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If I have to sum up my whole experience with Flat No. 3's "Belagaam Talent" in two words, I would say master piece. I am a big fan of Carcons International' s plays and movies and when I heard about this release, I called my home and booked a recliner sofa seat without wasting a moment. And then came the moment, movie started in grand fashion. And by the time it ended, I was lost deep into carconacy (a unique emotion which is mixture of ecstasy and lunacy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Flat No. 3's "Belagaam Talent" starts with highly sensitive and controversial scene of Lav Grover singing a song (Himesh Reshamia's song more to add on that). We all have witnessed this marvelous scene several times in our lifetime and this one comes with no less intensity. As story unfolds, madness increases with each and every scene. This is definitely one of the best carconic story ever told on screen so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;One aspect of Flat No. 3's "Belagaam Talent" which stands out is its direction. New director George has already achieved new heights with his maiden movie. Camera work is so precise and steady that I didn't even notice it is actually moving. Each minute detail was given upmost importance may be it Lav calling for &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1232190460_0"&gt;Shalini&lt;/span&gt; for female part or changing appearances of characters on screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Crack-acting by the crack-actors in this movie is what we expect from such talented and experienced crack-actors. Lav Grover is at his wild best. He not only shows his dancing talent but also exhibit great physic, exceptional carconic timing and excellent chemistry with other crack-actors. A sheer delight to watch. Nitin brings so much charm and intellect to this carconic drama just with his sheer presence. Definitely we cannot see age taking over him in his performance. The way is perform each scene with so much perfection has always made me wonder. The scene (at 2:33 seconds) where he come banging onto screen and perform Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaaaaa and where (one at 2:38 seconds) where he closes his eyes to concentrate on his singing and where (one at 2:53 seconds) he drops microphone where just out of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shalini comes as surprise package. Crack-acting in her first movies along with such legendary crack-actors takes courage by itself and performing at that level is something different altogether. She did not only match other crack-actors scene by scene but also surpassed them in some of the scenes. She looks well trained in carconic dancing and jumping too. Manish was good with caps and has potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall great movie, exceptional direction and crack-acting we will remember for long time. 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A situation from where there seems no assurance of security of citizens, from where the faith and believe in the leaders of the country starts fading, from where the political and bureaucratic system looks more as a barrier, an obstacle, a weakness rather than a support, a bridge or the strength towards the growth and development of a nation.&lt;br /&gt;Those 59 Hours, which has been sadly dubbed by some media channels as 9/11 of India, have shook the nation like never before and specially its political system. The aftermath seems to be taking toll on the politicians as the Home Ministers of India and Maharashtra resign, taking moral responsibility on their shoulders and the Chief Minister of Maharashtra has offered to resign if the party high command thinks that it was him who was responsible for it ( It seems that he wants to convey that he is nowhere responsible nor accountable for anything that has happened). Forget about that politicians apathy towards national security, which has resulted into this ghastly act. Far more worse is that even after the dreadful mayhem in Mumbai, these politicians have not learnt anything and some of them are coming up with the most disgusting and despicable statements and gestures. CM of Kerala, Achhuutanand is the front runner in this list of notoriety by issuing an utterly insensitive and irresponsible statement against the Unnikrishnans (family of Lt. Maj. Sandeep Unnikrishnan). The BJP Vice President Mukhtar Abbas Naqvi comes next in the list when he chides the women who made a march in New Delhi to express their condolence and  to show solidarity with the family members of the victims. Not far from these two, the CM of Maharshtra, Mr. Vilas Rao Deshmukh made a mockery of the terrifying event when while inspecting the Taj was accompanied by his Actor Son Ritiesh Deshmukh and the Director - Producer Ram Gopal Verma - what was the point of taking them along with you Mr. Deshmukh, there is no logical explanation for this type of irresponsible gesture, which indicates nothing but abuse of power. If the CM of state can be so, then how can be the Home Minister be far away from his mentor - Mr. R R Patil told media persons that - 'bade bade shehro main chhoti chhoti ghatnaye hoti hai'. At the time when politicians are the targets of every one's anger and loathing, these type of unfortunate events are nothing but like sounding the death knell on the credibility of the politicians. Politicians must understand the gravity of the situation and they must for god sake stop taking political mileages from these heartbreaking and soul stirring incidents, after which a nations need them and look up to them more then ever before.&lt;br /&gt;What ever has happened,  has happened. But its high time that we must be well prepared from now onwards to avert anything that goes against the interest of the nation and which poses a threat and insecurity in the minds of its citizens. All of us from the common citizens to the bureaucrats, to the politicians to the security forces to the intelligence services, to the media must vow of not repeating the mistakes which we have committed knowingly or unknowingly which can result into a disaster of any sorts. Its high time when we as Indians show a sense of responsibility, a sense of anticipation, a sense of belonging, a sense of togetherness, a sense of brotherhood, and above all A SENSE OF BEING ONE to the world and stand by each other in every situation transcending the microscopic selfish motives and momentary gains and sending the message to the psycho lunatics terrorists that how hard you may try, it will always be you who will succumb to hatred. JAI HIND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753440650868777152-7294050060296528098?l=lavguru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/7294050060296528098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753440650868777152&amp;postID=7294050060296528098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/7294050060296528098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/7294050060296528098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/2008/11/59-hours.html' title='59 HOURS'/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-4363603683899136999</id><published>2008-09-29T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:20:02.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEEMUCH RAILWAY STATION - MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>No matter whatever was the colour of my mood, be it blue - I wanted to be there to  be with myself, be it green - I wanted to be there with my friends, be it saffron - I wanted to be there with volunteers. And, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;POHA&lt;/span&gt; definitely was not the only reason for me to be there, but for sure was on the top of the priority list of - why I wanted to be at station. Even if my stomach was full enough to not allow even a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt; particle to get into it, or was it empty enough to send the signals, that it will readily devour whatever finds its way down to it through its agent - the tongue, I always craved for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;POHE&lt;/span&gt; KI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PUDIYA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;POHA&lt;/span&gt; has always been the main reason for me to be at station, there has always been some uncanny and very subtle feeling of comfort and relaxation that has always enveloped me. The serenity of the place, thanks to the apathy of railway ministry and lackadaisical attitude of the political leaders of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Neemuch&lt;/span&gt; for hardly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;allotting&lt;/span&gt; the city a good number of trains to even pass by, has always helped me to provide a perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ambiance&lt;/span&gt; to think, mull, moot or ponder over myriad of issues or matters, I have confronted  during my journey of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;evolutionary&lt;/span&gt; stages of the roles and responsibilities attached to me being a  social homo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sapien&lt;/span&gt;. And, believe it or not I have, almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;, found myself coming out of the morass of issues and problems.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that the station has been a place for me to satisfy my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;taste buds&lt;/span&gt; or a place which has given me a reason to discover or explore my inner universe, it has also given me my first opportunity to serve the society and its people. Strange though it sounds, but it is indeed a fact.&lt;br /&gt;There were some dedicated people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Neemuch&lt;/span&gt;, who thought of a very noble cause of serving water to the passengers travelling through trains, specially in summers.  Geographically speaking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Neemuch&lt;/span&gt; falls in a semi arid region and borders &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Rajasthan&lt;/span&gt;. In summers, the need of water increases in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;geometric&lt;/span&gt; progression and those people who travel through trains, whatever amount of water they carry with themselves, always fall short of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;satisfying&lt;/span&gt; their thirst. By looking into this situation some people came forward to offer volunteer services to serve water to the passengers. Being a regular visitor to the station I came to know about this initiative and liked it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; much and started  offering my services for the cause. I time to time was accompanied by my friends  like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Vikas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Pranay&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Akshat&lt;/span&gt; in serving water, but due to lots of other commitment  and engagements I could not found a regular partner. Though, once out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Neemuch&lt;/span&gt; for studies and then to pursue carrier, even I could not continue the effort but whenever I used to come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Neemuch&lt;/span&gt; during summer vacation or for any holiday/s, I always tried to take sometime out for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;volunteer ship&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun, running with buckets of water with a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;MAGGA&lt;/span&gt;' and a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;KUPI&lt;/span&gt;' once the train arrives, and start yelling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;PANI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;PANI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;PANI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;NISHULK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;JAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;SEWA&lt;/span&gt; and then reaching out the general compartments first to serve the general public. I simply can not describe what actually we used to feel when we offer water to the passengers, it was heavenly and so satisfying. A feel good factor always lingered on,  specially when the passengers used to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; what we were doing for them and some passengers even blessed us like anything.  Linked with this social service was also some mischief. Once we were through with the general compartment, though it hardly happened, we used to rush to the reservation compartment just to take a glimpse of any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; girl travelling that day in the train, and to show how benevolent we guys were. But for sure that was the last that we expected to do while doing our duty. I used to go for 581 up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Meenakshi&lt;/span&gt; express, one in the afternoon and other at night. It indeed was one of the best feelings of my life whenever I found myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;satisfying&lt;/span&gt; the thirst of people, literally.&lt;br /&gt;Besides all these, I with my friends have lots and lots of memories attached with the railway station, specially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Sumit&lt;/span&gt; who has, I think, has accompanied me the most number of times to station for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Poha&lt;/span&gt;. We have celebrated birthdays, festivals and what not at the 128 years old structure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;bulit&lt;/span&gt; by the Britishers to ease the movement of the troops between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Rajputana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Mewar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At one place I want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Neemuch&lt;/span&gt; Railway Station to be the same place as it is for ever, but when I look for the growing needs of the common people and really needed proper volume of trains passing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Neemuch&lt;/span&gt;, to connect it to the main cities of India, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;foresee&lt;/span&gt; the  gradual transition of a peaceful, serene, calm place to a busy, noisy and  chaotic place. Though this transition, keeping in mind the persistent apathy of the concerned department and the lack of political will, will take place in next 25 - 30 years.  So, if my calculation is anywhere seems to be correct then, its high time, do not miss this opportunity to visit one of the oldest structures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Neemuch&lt;/span&gt;, based on Gothic style, and have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;CHUSKI&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;GARAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;GARAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;CHAI&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;POHE&lt;/span&gt; KI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;PUDIYA&lt;/span&gt;. Inner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Ecstacy&lt;/span&gt; is guaranteed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753440650868777152-4363603683899136999?l=lavguru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/4363603683899136999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753440650868777152&amp;postID=4363603683899136999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/4363603683899136999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/4363603683899136999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/2008/09/neemuch-railway-station-memories.html' title='NEEMUCH RAILWAY STATION - MEMORIES'/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-7783932797953433619</id><published>2008-08-09T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:09:47.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First AUTOGRAPH(S)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbD2ED229I/AAAAAAAAAA0/tioMg0SSM3E/s1600-h/lastscanKYITRY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166142237203410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbD2ED229I/AAAAAAAAAA0/tioMg0SSM3E/s200/lastscanKYITRY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbDPOo_cKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2H_bkP-DE2Y/s1600-h/lastscanHGRTDTYHOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334165475062411426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbDPOo_cKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2H_bkP-DE2Y/s320/lastscanHGRTDTYHOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbDPEuFznI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Buv9rNz7sPE/s1600-h/lastscanGERSTLH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334165472399445618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbDPEuFznI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Buv9rNz7sPE/s320/lastscanGERSTLH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbDOy5LdOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0kbqJTe2wrQ/s1600-h/lastscan,KYUITRDT5YO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334165467614115042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbDOy5LdOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0kbqJTe2wrQ/s320/lastscan,KYUITRDT5YO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th August 2008, Sangli - Miraj, Maharshtra.&lt;br /&gt;I with my team under our project 'The Scooty Institute' (TSI) had organised a School Conatct Programme (SCP) in Miraj - 10 kms away from Sangli at Patwardhan Hall. The programme started sharp at 1200 hrs and we had a 100% turnout of 450 invited girls of class 11th and 12th.&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved to interact with girls and women through SCPs. Through these SCPs I have always conveyed my and my project's reason and vision, concerning the overall development and empowerment of women.&lt;br /&gt;The programme went ahead in a great manner, in which, I, with the girls, exchanged lots of opinions and thoughts, on issues like Road saftey, Self Dependence and the Role of Women. Throughout the discussion and the speech, I was satisfied and could make out from the enthusisatic faces of the 450 girls that the vision and reason, for which we all were there, went across to the crowd quite well.&lt;br /&gt;But, adding cherry to the cake, which was totally unexpected and happend to me for the very first time in my life, was, when I was asked for my FIRST EVER AUTOGRAPH.&lt;br /&gt;After the programme was over, some 30 - 35 odd girls approached me and asked for my AUTOGRAPH. I was taken aback, but, definitely with one of the most pleasant surprises of my life. I told them that I was quite emabarrassed and was not wothy of it. But the girls kept on insiting for the autograph, and I was left with no better option but the best choice. I started giving my autographs to those girls, with an overwhelming and overjoyed heart.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a girl with two of her friend approached to me and said, "Sir, you were very good throughout the programme, and you spoke so well, and the whole session was very encouraging and full of positivity." I really do not know how encouraging was my speech, but those words of appreciation for me, from that girl were really very encouraging for me. I then, stealing a dialogue from SINGH IS KING, which I had seen the last night, replied to the girl that I always speak the truth, and it automatically looks sweet and nice.&lt;br /&gt;After that a girl approached and presented me with a beautiful rose, on behalf of all the girls who attended the programme, and wished me good luck in marathi (Shubechcha).&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God, and my family, for making me such, that I got such a beautiful opportunity in the form of TSI, through which, I with the help of my team, consisting of around 80 people, are bringing some quality change in the lives of girls and women of 30 odd cities, in Maharashtra, Madhya Pradesh, and Chhattisgarh. I am proud that till date I, with the help of my team have contacted around 65,000 girls and women and have made 8,000 of them self dependent by making them learn how to ride a two wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;I hope and wish to God that he should always keep giving me such wonderful opportunities throughout my life, through which, I, as an AGENT OF GROWTH AND DEVELOPMENT, will keep touching the lives of the common people and will help in adding Something Special in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3753440650868777152-7783932797953433619?l=lavguru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/7783932797953433619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753440650868777152&amp;postID=7783932797953433619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/7783932797953433619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/7783932797953433619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-autographs.html' title='My First AUTOGRAPH(S)'/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOjcddwc7iE/SgbD2ED229I/AAAAAAAAAA0/tioMg0SSM3E/s72-c/lastscanKYITRY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-1047217688843093626</id><published>2008-06-12T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:22:23.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pour in the DEFINITION OF LOVE according to your experiences and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lav Guru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753440650868777152-1047217688843093626?l=lavguru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/1047217688843093626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753440650868777152&amp;postID=1047217688843093626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/1047217688843093626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/1047217688843093626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-all-please-pour-in-definition-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-178300371965147071</id><published>2008-02-13T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:35:40.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ab Mushkil Nahi Kuch Bhi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>द स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट - अब मुश्किल नही कुछ भी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हम सब सपने देखते है, हम सब के मन में बहुत सी इच्छायें होती है, आशाएं होती है. उन सपनो को पूरा करने के लिए, उन इच्छाओं को वास्तविकता का स्वरूप देने के लिए, बहुत सी चीज़ो की आवश्यकता होती है. अगर वह सारे साधन हमे सही समय पर नही मिल पाते हैं तो हुमरी वह इच्छा, वह सपने कही दबे से हमारे मन मैं पड़े रह जाते हैं.&lt;br /&gt;ऐसे ही मन में दबाए हुए सपनो की कहानी दर्शाती है हमारी आम भारतीय नारी की आम जिन्दगि.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इस आम भारतीय नारी की आम जिंदगी को कुछ खास बनाने के लिए, उनके जीवन में आत्मविश्वास पैदा करने के लिए,&lt;br /&gt;उनको कूपमंडूकता की मानसिकता से बाहर लाने के लिए, उनके सोए हुए सपनो को जगाने के लिए,&lt;br /&gt;ऐवं उनकी दबी हुई इच्छाओं को जागृत करने के लिए कई मध्यमो की आवश्यकता हैं. ऐसे मध्यम जो की उनके जीवन में एक ऐसा मौका लाए जहाँ वो अपने आप को साबित करे,&lt;br /&gt;और अपने अंदर की झिझक और भय को मार कर के 21 वी सदी की सशक्त ऐवं सबल नारी बन सके.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ऐसे ही एक माध्यम की परिकल्पना करते हुए टी वी एस मोटोर कंपनी ने एक सामाजिक अभियान की शुरआत की - भारत के विभिन्न शहरों में 'द स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट' स्थापित कर.&lt;br /&gt;द स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट विशेष रूप से बालिकाओं ऐवं महिलाओं की आम जिंदगी की ज़रूरतों को देखकर स्थापित किया गया है.&lt;br /&gt;यह आम ज़रूरत हैं दु पहिया वाहन चलाना जानना, जिससे सिर्फ ना उनकी जीवन मैं आत्मनिर्भरता बड़ेगी बल्कि, एक नया आत्मविश्वास पैदा होगा जो की उन्हे आगे बड़ने में एक अहंभूमिका निभाएगा.&lt;br /&gt;इस इन्स्टिट्यूट में 16 साल से उपर की बालिकाओं ऐवं महिलायों को स्कूटी चलाने का छह दिवसीय प्रशिक्षण, कंपनी द्वारा प्रशिक्षित महिलयों द्वारा दिया जाता हैं. &lt;br /&gt;स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट मैं सिर्फ स्कूटी चलाना ही नही बल्कि ज़िम्मेदारी से ऐवं सुरक्षा पूर्वक स्कूटी चलाना सिखाया जाता हैं.&lt;br /&gt;इस इन्स्टिट्यूट मैं आने वाली महिलाओं को यातायात सम्बन्धी सारी जानकारी दी जाती है, साथ ही साथ उनको लेरनिंग लाइसेन्स बना के दिया जाता है. प्रशिक्षण पूरा होने पर कंपनी द्वारा सीखी हुई महिला को प्रमाण पत्र भी दिया जाता है.&lt;br /&gt;स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट में महिला की सुरक्षा को प्राथमिकता दी जाती है. इसके फलस्वरूप, प्रशिक्षण के दौरान हेल्मेट, एल्बो गार्ड, नी गार्ड ऐवान फर्स्ट ऐड की व्यवस्था की जाती है.&lt;br /&gt;इस कार्यक्रम की सबसे अच्छी बात यह हैं की इसमे स्कूटी, पेट्रोल, कंपनी द्वारा उपलब्ध करवाया जाता है&lt;br /&gt;इसके अलावा महिलाओं को उनकी सुविधानुसार अनुकूल समय ऐवं स्थल पर स्कूटी चलाने का प्रशिक्षण दिया जाता है.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट की सफलता का अंदाज़ा इस बात से लगाया जा सकता ही की गत सात महीनो में 16 से लेकर 70 साल तक की करीबन 7000 महिलाओं ने प्रशिक्षण प्राप्त किया है. इन महिलाओं से बात करने पर पता चलता है की स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट ने उनके जीवन में एक ऐसा बदलाव लाया है जिससे उनके&lt;br /&gt;मन मैं उमंग सी जागी है की जब आज वह स्कूटी चलना सीख गयी है तो कल वह कार और हवाई जहाज उड़ाने का प्रशिक्षण भी प्राप्त कर सके.&lt;br /&gt;यही नही स्कूटी चलाने से उनकी दिनचर्या मैं भी काफी बदलाव सा आया है, एक ऐसा बदलाव जिससे वह अपने लिए ऐवं अपने परिवार के लिए ज्यादा से ज्यादा समय निकल सकती है, और किसी भी काम के लिए उन्हे किसी पर आश्रित या निर्भर होना नही पड़ता है.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;टी वी एस मोटोर कंपनी, स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट के मध्यम से भारत के विभिन्न शहरो के नागरिकों विशेषतः विद्यार्तीओ को यातायात से&lt;br /&gt;संबधी जानकारी देने हेतु स्कूल ऐवं कॉलेजस में यातायात सुरक्षा कार्यक्रम भी करवाती है.&lt;br /&gt;स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट का संकल्प है की नागरिको खास तौर से महिलाओं को यातायात सुरक्षा के बारे मैं जानकारी देने के साथ साथ उनको सही ढंग से से स्कूटी चलाने की शिक्षा दी जाए.&lt;br /&gt;जिससे की एक ऐसा समाज का निर्माण हो जहाँ हर नागरिक एक जागरूक नागरिक हो, और अपनी सुरक्षा के साथ दूसरों की सुरक्षा का भी ध्यान रखें.&lt;br /&gt;स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट में एक ऐसा अनुभव की पारपति होती है जो की एक नारी को सबला, आत्मनिर्भर और आत्मविश्वासी बनती है.&lt;br /&gt;और यही सब एक नारी के जीवन को सफल बनने की कुंजी है.&lt;br /&gt;स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट के माध्यम से आपके पास अब साधन उपलब्ध हैं. स्कूटी इन्स्टिट्यूट एक प्रयास हैं, भारत की महिलओं को उनकी&lt;br /&gt; इच्छाओं को पूरा करने का, उनके सपनो को साकार करने में सहायक बनने का., और यह कहने का -&lt;br /&gt;आशाएं खिले दिल की&lt;br /&gt;उमीदें हँसे दिल की&lt;br /&gt;अब मुश्किल नही कुछ भी&lt;br /&gt;नही कुछ भी.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753440650868777152-178300371965147071?l=lavguru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/178300371965147071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753440650868777152&amp;postID=178300371965147071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/178300371965147071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/178300371965147071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-3333527925477492250</id><published>2007-09-27T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T07:47:41.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEACHER</title><content type='html'>You only can make me know - Who am I.&lt;br /&gt;I always want to be ' an apple of your eye'.&lt;br /&gt;You keep my 'hopes float' of achieving my goal.&lt;br /&gt;I see you as Buddha, please enlighten my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets tough, I look at you.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the helping hand, and, I walk through.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making a human out of a creature.&lt;br /&gt;This could be done by none but a TEACHER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753440650868777152-3333527925477492250?l=lavguru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/3333527925477492250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753440650868777152&amp;postID=3333527925477492250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/3333527925477492250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/3333527925477492250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/2007/09/teacher.html' title='TEACHER'/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-9077475334505888184</id><published>2007-09-17T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:02:29.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCH A MAN WAS WANTED and SUCH A MAN WAS FOUND</title><content type='html'>Gandhiji had had no political past in India. He had made himself and earned his reputation in a foreign land. He belonged to no particular group or faction in Indian politics. He was neither a Moderate nor an Extremist. Of all Indian politicians of the time, he  had the best claim to be regarded as a national, all India leader.&lt;br /&gt;Gandhiji returned to India with an unsullied and unsurpassed reputation, and despite his strange manners and peculiar views (or was it because of them?), he managed not only to preserve that reputation, but also to enhance it by taking up popular causes, such as those concerning the peasants and workers, the third class railway passengers and untouchables, swadeshi and the vernaculars. Unlike most Indian political leaders of his day, Gandhiji had the experience of having worked - while in South Africa - with all the sections of the Indian community. Gandhiji was a strange mixture of the VICTORIAN LIBERAL, INDIAN PATRIOT, PHILOSOPHICAL ANARCHIST and SIMPLE LIFER. He was a curious combination of the saint and the statesman, of the traditional and the modern, of the conservative and the radical, of the nationalist and the universalist, of the realist and the visionary. He was all things to all men. His many faceted programme appealed to almost every section of the Indian people. Gandhiji was a great organiser. He was a judge and leader of men. His simplicity, earnestness and directness made a ready appeal to the masses. While others merely talked, Gandhiji acted. Unlike many other contemporary Indian leaders, he had the courage of his convictions. Moreover, he had succeeded where others failed. To a disillusioned and despairing generation in India which had lost faith both in the old Moderation and n the old Extremism, Gandhiji brought a new message of faith and hope by offering them a new programme of action which was revolutionary without ceasing to be constitutional. Gandhiji's rise to power in the Indian politics was also aided by the accidents of time and circumstances, such as the death of old, established leaders like Gokhale, Mehta and Tilak, the First World War and its aftermath, and the British bungling and the Rowlatt, the Jallianwala Bagh massacre, the question of Khilafat, and the reforms of 1919. But, with the advantage of hindsight, we are almost inclined to say " &lt;em&gt;such a man was wanted, and such a man was found"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753440650868777152-9077475334505888184?l=lavguru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/9077475334505888184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753440650868777152&amp;postID=9077475334505888184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/9077475334505888184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/9077475334505888184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/2007/09/such-man-was-wanted-and-such-man-was.html' title='SUCH A MAN WAS WANTED and SUCH A MAN WAS FOUND'/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-177978427839907224</id><published>2007-08-20T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:01:17.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAD INDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its time, to come out of slumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;better we rely on number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;definitely we are the youngest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and, hope to become the strongest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not so late, we start now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and will show the world, how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;we will achieve what we think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;by keeping hopes float rather sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It is the call of the hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;let the new aspirations shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;time has come, world will follow India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;as we will now, &lt;strong&gt;LEAD INDIA&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3753440650868777152-177978427839907224?l=lavguru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/feeds/177978427839907224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3753440650868777152&amp;postID=177978427839907224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/177978427839907224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753440650868777152/posts/default/177978427839907224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavguru.blogspot.com/2007/08/lead-india.html' title='LEAD INDIA'/><author><name>Identity Crisis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04351353627647789370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753440650868777152.post-4010083947661409028</id><published>2007-08-20T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:01:28.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is me, who needs love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Starving, and thirsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Struggling to have it anyhow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;this is bare essential,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;provide me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Otherwise, it will be too late, as,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am surviving somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just wanna tender touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Be my partner in my search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Want someone like a DOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;as a symbol of peace and love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;which has almost extinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But, do not forget ' Basic Instinct '.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Confused by the multi faced character,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I pointed in the wrong direction, the vector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But, got to know that, this is &lt;strong&gt;HUMANITY&lt;/strong&gt;, which has to be recogonised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;as it is in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And, myself - representative of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;down and above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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