<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Gudiya</title><link>http://diarytoday.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Gudiya</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>WHAT THE HELL?</title><description><![CDATA[<DIV><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff99" size=5>Everything fine and as usual. Sometimes life transforms into a routine and everything is monotonous. </FONT></DIV><DIV><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff99" size=5>This is what is happening now a days in my life. Eveything is set and fixed.</FONT></DIV><DIV><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff99" size=5>Good for some but as you know, " The Grass is greener on the other side."</FONT></DIV><DIV><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff99" size=5>You really want the things to go haywire sometimes, you need to be in a messy situation!</FONT></DIV><DIV><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff99" size=5>But, here I am in a prim and proper environment and envying the fact that there are so many fortunate people who have so many problems in life and are enjoying thoroughly the problem solving process.</FONT></DIV><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/235/9ed17ff0738b76090478f6ea94b86a9f/homep/images/1218088017">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 11:14:59 +0530</pubDate><link>http://diarytoday.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/07/WHAT-THE-HELL.html</link></item><item><title>Way to end your bad mood!</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">The sorrows of life are endless...<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">I am in a really bad mood today! No specific reason as such!<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Just Thought that expressing might help a bit... so here I go...<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">I am wondering, what are the causes of sorrow? Why do we feel bad sometimes? What is that keeps our minds preoccupied? <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">I did a bit of thinking and realized that we all have some events in life which we are unable to forget and/or forgive. These events of life result in causing </SPAN><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><U><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">FEAR</SPAN></U></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">, </SPAN><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><U><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">GUILT</SPAN></U></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"> or </SPAN><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><U><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">REVENGE</SPAN></U></B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Fear never allows us to be in peace as we are continuously worrying about it. I know many people who after facing a certain incident in life, live in continuous fear. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">This fear won't let us enjoy the small happiness in life; we tend to associate whatever we do to that one feeling of fear. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Guilt is the feeling of unhappiness; we ought to experience it when we do something wrong and not get caught. This increases in magnitude when we actually start gaining from that wrong act of ours. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">[Our conscious guides this feeling and though we may not accept it, but many a times we know we are wrong!]<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">This feeling can result from a small act of cheating, being dishonest, hurting someone.... the list is endless. But, we start repenting!<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">We want to revert back the wrong act, but can't and live in persistent feeling of guilt which makes our life uneasy and miserable. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Revenge, the most dangerous of them all! This emerges when we are on the receiving end and could not justify the other person's behavior/ act / feeling. Thus crops anger, frustration and tension of not able to compensate to the act of the person or situations' wrong doings. We end up being irritated and feel low and abused by the person or circumstances (whoever or whatever led to the cause). <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Under any of the above three described causes of sorrow, we do behave normally, live a proper social life, but are at constant tussle deep within. No one but our own self knows about the friction developing in us.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Thus, whenever we feel low, irritated, uneasy .... or any other such negativity in us, we should analyze the cause for the same.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Understand yourself! Find the reason for unhappiness and then,<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><U><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Try to FORGET and/or FORGIVE!<o:p></o:p></SPAN></U></B></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: #993366; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Now I will do some introspection and try to find the reason for my bad mood...</SPAN></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/235/9ed17ff0738b76090478f6ea94b86a9f/homep/images/1217320623">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 14:03:05 +0530</pubDate><link>http://diarytoday.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/29/Way-to-end-your-bad-mood.html</link></item><item><title>MAYA MEMSAAB</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Yesterday, I was talking about the movie, "Maya Memsaab"<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Maya resides in every woman's heart. She depicts the desires that a lady has, buried deep down within her. I don't mean that every lady wants to have a long chain of lovers with whom she can sleep.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">It is believed that you can never know or understand a lady. "Maya Memsaab" is the secret key to understand a lady. You watch this movie and the complexity of a women's heart would be clear  crystal clear. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Let me explain: MAYA, the main protagonist of the movie is a woman and believe me only a woman. She is not a daughter, a wife, a mother, a friend.. nothing else but <U>just a woman!</U><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Maya's father introduces her to the doctor as MAYA MEMSAAB, so true, Aren't we treated as princess by our fathers, who ignores all our short comings and praises us even on the smallest achievements. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>[Much to the envy of our brothers.]<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">MAYA knew her desires and wanted to fulfill the same and so she expected her husband, a common man, to understand her hidden desires. MAYA interprets her husband's gestures in her own manner to believe that he only loved her. But, eventually, her husband was unable to prove his love (the way she wanted) and she was frustrated. She even plots a murder scene and expects her husband to react in a dramatic manner, but, the husband was only interested in calling the police, rather than killing himself for MAYA.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Sometimes we do lie to ourselves also, I hope many of my female friends would agree that, though we wanted love, care, support (the list is endless...), but showed that we are strong enough and don't need those. We always like to be pampered but many a times we don't express the need or are busy enough to subside the feeling. Once in a while, we do want our lover/husband to do those stupid acts. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">MAYA wanted to have a fairyland at her home, white curtains, long flowing bed-sheets ...<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Don't we want the same, but because of the practical problems (White gets dirty easily!) we ignore the desire. Here is the contrast, I said before MAYA was only a woman. She was not a daughter, a wife, a mother, a friend.. nothing else but <U>just a woman!</U><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Her list of lovers should not be treated as her having extra marital affair, it was just an extension of fulfilling her hidden desires. She had a clear idea about her desires.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Women do have a MAYA in them, but they have other responsibilities also, family & children, career, daily chores and so don't get time to realize the need to be MAYA. Women are so busy with the routine life that they cannot even think of themselves.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">So, MAYA was no different, though the portrayal was a bit extreme as the movie concentrated only on the woman's side of a woman's mind.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><U><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">I hope not to have hurt sentiments through this post!<o:p></o:p></SPAN></U></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/235/9ed17ff0738b76090478f6ea94b86a9f/homep/images/1215941050">]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 14:49:59 +0530</pubDate><link>http://diarytoday.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/13/MAYA-MEMSAAB.html</link></item><item><title>Hindi mein Blog</title><description><![CDATA[&#2310;&#2332; &#2360;&#2379;&#2330;&#2366; &#2325;&#2368;, &#2325;&#2381;&#2351;&#2379; &#2344; &#2361;&#2367;&#2344;&#2381;&#2342;&#2368; &#2350;&#2375;&#2306; &#2354;&#2367;&#2326;&#2366; &#2332;&#2366;&#2319;. &#2360;&#2330; &#2348;&#2337;&#2364;&#2366; &#2350;&#2332;&#2364;&#2366; &#2310; &#2352;&#2361;&#2366; &#2361;&#2376;. &#2309;&#2349;&#2368; &#2327;&#2366;&#2344;&#2366; &#2330;&#2354; &#2352;&#2361;&#2366; &#2361;&#2376;, "&#2340;&#2369;&#2333;&#2360;&#2375; &#2344;&#2366;&#2352;&#2366;&#2332;&#2364; &#2344;&#2361;&#2368;&#2306; &#2332;&#2364;&#2367;&#2306;&#2342;&#2327;&#2368; ..........." &#2350;&#2344; &#2341;&#2379;&#2337;&#2364;&#2366; &#2360;&#2366; &#2313;&#2342;&#2366;&#2360; &#2361;&#2379; &#2327;&#2351;&#2366; &#2361;&#2376;. <br>&#2310;&#2352;&#2375; &#2357;&#2366;&#2361;&#2307;, &#2330;&#2354;&#2379; &#2327;&#2366;&#2344;&#2366; &#2340;&#2379; &#2348;&#2342;&#2354;&#2366;!<br>&#2361;&#2366;&#2305;, &#2340;&#2379; &#2309;&#2348; "&#2350;&#2366;&#2351;&#2366; &#2350;&#2375;&#2350;&#2360;&#2366;&#2348;" &#2325;&#2366; &#2335;&#2366;&#2311;&#2335;&#2354; &#2360;&#2377;&#2306;&#2327; &#2360;&#2369;&#2344; &#2352;&#2361;&#2368;&#2306; &#2361;&#2370;&#2305;, &#2332;&#2379; &#2350;&#2369;&#2333;&#2375; &#2348;&#2361;&#2369;&#2340; &#2346;&#2360;&#2306;&#2342; &#2361;&#2376;.<br>&#2351;&#2361; &#2347;&#2367;&#2354;&#2381;&#2350; &#2348;&#2361;&#2369;&#2340; &#2361;&#2368; &#2309;&#2352;&#2381;&#2341;&#2346;&#2370;&#2352;&#2381;&#2339; &#2361;&#2376;. &#2350;&#2369;&#2333;&#2375;&#2306;  &#2354;&#2327;&#2340;&#2366; &#2361;&#2376; &#2325;&#2368; &#2361;&#2352; &#2324;&#2352;&#2340; &#2350;&#2375;&#2306; &#2325;&#2361;&#2368;&#2306; &#2344;&#2366; &#2325;&#2361;&#2368;&#2306; &#2319;&#2325; &#2350;&#2366;&#2351;&#2366; &#2350;&#2375;&#2350;&#2360;&#2366;&#2361;&#2375;&#2348; &#2361;&#2376;!<br>&#2350;&#2376;&#2306; &#2351;&#2361; &#2344;&#2361;&#2368;&#2306; &#2325;&#2361; &#2352;&#2361;&#2368; &#2325;&#2368; &#2361;&#2350; &#2360;&#2348; &#2309;&#2346;&#2344;&#2366; &#2328;&#2352; &#2348;&#2366;&#2352; &#2331;&#2379;&#2337;&#2364; &#2325;&#2352; &#2360;&#2367;&#2352;&#2381;&#2347; &#2346;&#2381;&#2351;&#2366;&#2352; &#2325;&#2375; &#2360;&#2346;&#2344;&#2375; &#2342;&#2375;&#2326;&#2340;&#2368;&#2306; &#2361;&#2376;&#2306;..............<br>&#2326;&#2376;&#2352;, &#2309;&#2348; &#2335;&#2366;&#2311;&#2346; &#2325;&#2352;&#2344;&#2366; &#2350;&#2369;&#2358;&#2381;&#2325;&#2367;&#2354; &#2361;&#2379; &#2352;&#2361;&#2366; &#2361;&#2376;,<br>&#2311;&#2360; &#2348;&#2366;&#2352;&#2375; &#2350;&#2376;&#2306; &#2332;&#2381;&#2351;&#2366;&#2342;&#2366; &#2330;&#2352;&#2381;&#2330;&#2366; &#2344;&#2375;&#2325;&#2381;&#2360;&#2381;&#2335; &#2348;&#2381;&#2354;&#2377;&#2327; &#2350;&#2375;&#2306; &#2325;&#2352;&#2375;&#2306;&#2327;&#2375;...................<br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/235/9ed17ff0738b76090478f6ea94b86a9f/homep/images/1215857746">]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 15:26:17 +0530</pubDate><link>http://diarytoday.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/12/Hindi-mein-Blog-1.html</link></item><item><title>Money Matters.............</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#cc6600 size=5>So folks! here I am back to my original self and doing what I enjoy doing the most.</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#cc6600 size=5>Today I want to share an incident which made me realize that I need to give more lessons to my kids.........</FONT></P><P><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#cc6600 size=5>My kids were around 2 and 4 years old and we were on a visit to my mother's place. They were really exited and were having a great time over there. One day, a family came to visit my mummy in my absence. </FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>While leaving the old lady gave Rs.10/- each to my kids. Daughter being the elder one, refused on the pretext that mummy will scold. But, on the insistance of my mother they reluctantly took the money and kept it aside.</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>When I returned, mummy told me about the incident and my daughter ended the topic showing me the crisp Rs.10 notes saying, "Mummy, ek aunty aayin thi. Unhone hamein yeh CHUTTE PAISE diyen hain"</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>[Mummy, one aunty came, she gave us this CHANGE Money]</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>I was shocked, Rs.10 is CHUTTE PAISE (change)</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>I immediately realised my kids need a lesson or two on money matters. They think that the ATM machine will give money whenever they need and there are malls and super markets from where you can buy whatever you want by putting it in your basket.</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>Being a trainer, I wanted to solve the problem not by giving them a lecture but by devising a practical approach to the problem. </FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>On coming back from Mummy's place, one day when we had to go to the mall, I asked them to make a list of things that they really want. They gave me the names and I jotted them down. We bought only those things that was in the list.</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>Also I showed them the printed statement that we get on each transaction at ATM. I showed them the balance and how it reduces as we withdraw more money. </FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>Slowly I explained them that only after papa and mummy work hard for one whole month, that we get money in the banks which we take out through ATMs.</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>This whole exercise took almost two years, but I am sure that the attitude of my kids have definetely changed for better and they are more responsible. </FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>Now they are more alert. They neither waste or lose their stationary nor spoil their books. Also they no longer leave food in the plates. </FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>They have their own piggy banks and they save and cut expenses on luxeries when a birthday or festival approaches.</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>They still enjoy the parties and dinners as well as toys and shopping but they don't take these for granted. They both are more responsible now.</FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff99" face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5>I am feeling really proud!</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5></FONT> </P><P><FONT face=Verdana color=#cc6600 size=5></FONT> </P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/235/9ed17ff0738b76090478f6ea94b86a9f/homep/images/1215783776">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 18:47:06 +0530</pubDate><link>http://diarytoday.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/11/Money-Matters.html</link></item><item><title>Confused!</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red">Why do we need to wear a mask all the time?<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red">Can't we just be our real self? <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red">Why are we so afraid of ourselves?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red">Is pretension the only means to survive?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red">Each one of us changes the mask more than once in a day? <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red">Is it not true?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red">Sometimes even we are not honest to our own self?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red">I love the way I am, I want to scream, but no I cannot..<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red"><o:p></o:p></SPAN> </P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt; COLOR: red"><o:p><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; COLOR: red">OH, GOD HELP ME!<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P></o:p></SPAN><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/235/9ed17ff0738b76090478f6ea94b86a9f/homep/images/1215600861">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 16:22:32 +0530</pubDate><link>http://diarytoday.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/09/Confused.html</link></item><item><title>Gender Difference!</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT size=5>I read a post of fellow ilander, 'the daddy tiger' which gave me idea for the following post....</FONT></P><P><FONT size=5>We were newly married that time. I asked my husband to take me out in the evening. He agreed (remember, we were NEWLY married). </FONT></P><P><FONT size=5>So, we went to the nearby market. The weather good, and we were on bike. There is one flower  shop on the way. I love the aroma around the shop.</FONT></P><P><FONT size=5>While approaching the flower shop, I said, " Lovely flowers! Isn't it?" [Thinking that he would definately get some for me]</FONT></P><P><FONT size=5>But, he said, "Yes!" and kept driving.</FONT></P><P><FONT size=5>I was really hurt and this incident happened a couple of times again.</FONT></P><P><FONT size=5>Today after eight years of marriage, I wanted to know the reason for such behaviour. His answer was simple.</FONT></P><P><FONT size=5>He said," Arre!, you wanted the flowers? you could have told me or else bought it yourself!!!!!</FONT></P><P><FONT size=5>Look! What a fool I am!</FONT></P><P><FONT size=5>Comments awaited......................</FONT></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/235/9ed17ff0738b76090478f6ea94b86a9f/homep/images/1213958853">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 14:32:35 +0530</pubDate><link>http://diarytoday.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/20/Gender-Difference.html</link></item><item><title>Shani Ka Chakkar!</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Yesterday an incident happened, which left me wondering. I want to share it with my ilander friends. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Hopefully, they might give a new dimension to my perception of the situation.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">So, here it goes.....<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">His phone was switched off. I tried the whole day but response was the same. At last, I dialed his friend's number and left the message for him. He called me in the evening. After the regular "Haal-chaal", he told me the reason for his mobile phone being switched off.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">According to him, there is some "<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="BACKGROUND: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow">Shani ka Chakkar</SPAN></B>" with his chargers. He traced the events since last one year. His laptop charger was lost. He got another one, which broke down; he repaired it using M-seal but it lasted only for some days. He got another charger. Same story goes for his mobile chargers. Either they get lost, or he forgets it somewhere, or they stop working. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Now he believes that there is some astrological problem between him and his chargers. He wants to consult some astrologer regarding the same.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Let me introduce him, he is an engineer, an IT professional, working in big multinational since last two years. He specializes in SAP technology and has worked on many projects nationally as well as internationally.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">This indicates that, the younger and so called modern generation thinks this way, believing in stupid superstitions and connecting the general incidences of life in a weird manner. </SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"><o:p></o:p></SPAN> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><U><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">I hope I am wrong!<o:p></o:p></SPAN></U></B></P><P> </P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/235/9ed17ff0738b76090478f6ea94b86a9f/homep/images/1212988917">]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 09:30:57 +0530</pubDate><link>http://diarytoday.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/09/Shani-Ka-Chakkar.html</link></item><item><title>Changing Times.....</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#990000 size=5>Lets understand the difference between good and bad!</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#990000 size=5>How is it that, the same thing is good for one and bad for the other. </FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#990000 size=5>Actually this idea struck me after watching the ads of "<U>Daag Acche hain</U>!" </FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#990000 size=5>The girl splashing curry all over the shirt to stop the hiccupps is actually very sweet and cute.</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#990000 size=5>But, the question remains unanswered, will the bad action becomes good if it is done on good intention?</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#990000 size=5>Is the perception of the current younger generation that, 'intention matters the most, the actions are irrerevent', correct?</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#990000 size=5>I leave it on my ilander friends to answer .......</FONT></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home3/235/9ed17ff0738b76090478f6ea94b86a9f/homep/images/1212838843">]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 16:52:58 +0530</pubDate><link>http://diarytoday.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/07/Changing-Times.html</link></item><item><title>Is this inhuman and unethical?</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'">Pragnya was a happy woman with no big problems in her life. With a good husband, two lovely kids, and a job as a lecturer, she very well qualified as the <U>blessed lucky few</U> in the society. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'">It was one of the regular evenings in Pragnya's life. After the dinner, kids wanted to go out for ice-cream. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'">As it was already getting late, she didn't change and came out to be a part of this "halla-gulla". Her kids started the discussion about the different flavors that they would eat and she also joined them in the discussion. Her husband took out the car, and they got into it. As usual, the kids got into the car and Pradnya closed the door.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'">And, lo.. her son's finger came in between. He cried, and she was numb for a moment. But, immediately opened the door, and rushed him inside the house. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'">Thankfully, it was not a major injury and he was better with application of ice. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'">But, her husband was irritated and angry. He held Pragnya responsible for the incident and abused her verbally throughout, till their son stopped crying.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'">Then, they went ahead with ice-cream plan. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'">Life goes on! Isn't it?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'">But, Was Pradnya really responsible for the incident? Was it right for her husband to blame her? <o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 17:16:13 +0530</pubDate><link>http://diarytoday.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/05/Is-this-inhuman-and-unethical.html</link></item></channel></rss>