tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17198449102555312832024-03-13T12:46:06.228+05:30SerendipityPratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-61597773295691303362011-08-25T14:32:00.004+05:302011-08-25T14:41:45.189+05:30Aboli<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePsbPuOm7-LdIBr1jLc57AlApDt33Yh0bscyAO-s3vQH5tjGr1qz5DkDM23XpcCNTDaUKOxADhb2hE7AEyiPf5KVf1icggSn42gJbKLn2yBcqZP0r421XLmqBLSpUAUJR06i30ZiA_Fn7/s1600/aboli+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePsbPuOm7-LdIBr1jLc57AlApDt33Yh0bscyAO-s3vQH5tjGr1qz5DkDM23XpcCNTDaUKOxADhb2hE7AEyiPf5KVf1icggSn42gJbKLn2yBcqZP0r421XLmqBLSpUAUJR06i30ZiA_Fn7/s320/aboli+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644718716517413986" /></a>
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<br />Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-82677380508433563682011-03-22T17:27:00.004+05:302011-03-22T17:36:59.320+05:30journey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQCUcnv9c9aVfdooPbKjzbTNWBtf-_zJ5fgKp1whkEKBGbIMyPrwWuz-UEGZj4C5SJmhULheKfA-BDOBvIOQyTcggq4ZSPDLuFquGpfnYj_4dEfrnfIz0rmq_Ig5KcgpkgLRJJkzcCekhu/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586874549153969122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQCUcnv9c9aVfdooPbKjzbTNWBtf-_zJ5fgKp1whkEKBGbIMyPrwWuz-UEGZj4C5SJmhULheKfA-BDOBvIOQyTcggq4ZSPDLuFquGpfnYj_4dEfrnfIz0rmq_Ig5KcgpkgLRJJkzcCekhu/s320/1.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-1z0F8RWQ_Lxm_iVjSSGiHhCqUHr8Q7m4J021K1WkqAnmSsxU6cE3zr95HxjVvz8VuGcINQ9QnSpgn2Ps3jKuLAKNxVRzS9EgYrK961fv6E2_xcoSu25XXquEA5vTjnajCYtZyFyjhvb/s1600/1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-38939671988349849412011-03-19T17:51:00.003+05:302011-03-19T18:03:28.371+05:30lines<span style="font-family:georgia;">Parallel lines never meet,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">not even in an imaginary world.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">till horizon they remain on equal distance.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">same distance between the lines</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">make them going in right direction at right pace .</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">You and I are like these lines,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">which will never meet.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I'm so trying to reduce the distance,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">but then I'm losing my identity...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I won't remain parallel to you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It will be an intersection...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">an intersection gives more broken lines...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">no continuity.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It destructs identity of both of us.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I'm wondering if destruction is more peaceful...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">at least it will bring an end to all this continuous journey..</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">or to avoid all these destructions...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I shall walk till the end...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">thinking...we will meet in some dreams...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">since dreams doesn't have calculations...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Its just a belief.</span>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-33464310288290171942010-10-06T19:53:00.004+05:302010-10-06T20:00:23.314+05:30Travelling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIESatMqCPOEqGD68DEfAu-BVhmWJZa2uqphSSRjFsTuY7FwmRMtR5Z2Bc_byhQfmzGpGgle6cFPgwc9M1P3foKW21tiYyjUg-jK__OHB-_gM8jhU6palTDT6hmOG357StpO4w-GK-ScZ/s1600/DSC01641.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIESatMqCPOEqGD68DEfAu-BVhmWJZa2uqphSSRjFsTuY7FwmRMtR5Z2Bc_byhQfmzGpGgle6cFPgwc9M1P3foKW21tiYyjUg-jK__OHB-_gM8jhU6palTDT6hmOG357StpO4w-GK-ScZ/s320/DSC01641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524938932109693490" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNWWccJVwuO4D4pzmLlEorCFosO6QOVnM0sSpD1PusgfyznxP4iXkFj11U_BTwaQEVTw3kYmLGm210SdpACCMX6pbC_fWNedAtfr4NhfnGd_erAJBEixiw9SXEL2fZW6D9pSdn69H37EA/s1600/DSC01639.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNWWccJVwuO4D4pzmLlEorCFosO6QOVnM0sSpD1PusgfyznxP4iXkFj11U_BTwaQEVTw3kYmLGm210SdpACCMX6pbC_fWNedAtfr4NhfnGd_erAJBEixiw9SXEL2fZW6D9pSdn69H37EA/s320/DSC01639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524938926832815602" border="0" /></a>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-89021158062826959292010-06-25T11:15:00.002+05:302010-06-25T11:20:21.293+05:30WrinklesSometimes I wonder<br />these quiet moments<br />teach you...tell you<br />so many things<br />which can not be told<br />by spoken words...<br /><br />Sometimes when I sit quietly<br />sipping hot coffee,<br />going through all the small details<br />Big decisions,<br />Wrong mistakes,<br />Fractional temptations,<br />leading to deep frustrations...<br />all these are taking you somewhere...<br /><br />I will call it - Evolving everyday<br />its all part of growing everyday!!<br /><br />I was observing my reflection<br />on the window panel,<br />I could see wrinkles on my face<br />It's a sign...<br />that I have struggled and fought so far...<br />I showed up all the time..<br />I have to give some credit to myself for that...<br />I realized, I have EARNED those wrinkles...<br />I'm not growing old<br />I'm becoming richer inside.Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-86076882472749405052010-06-02T15:04:00.005+05:302010-06-02T15:25:54.845+05:30Talking eyes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EgDMbMJT8joNt7751zdAfkT5AlpuKLJPccr60Tn5e5CHqW0LVHQovf-TuqWlk8iM-XEcDsPwN-_fjTtG3axNL1mMQKnYLdTGrJdhYJJREDn05T9MKz8zqfKU1FuUyTsSqJNWBHKmvknO/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EgDMbMJT8joNt7751zdAfkT5AlpuKLJPccr60Tn5e5CHqW0LVHQovf-TuqWlk8iM-XEcDsPwN-_fjTtG3axNL1mMQKnYLdTGrJdhYJJREDn05T9MKz8zqfKU1FuUyTsSqJNWBHKmvknO/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478107514029265682" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EgDMbMJT8joNt7751zdAfkT5AlpuKLJPccr60Tn5e5CHqW0LVHQovf-TuqWlk8iM-XEcDsPwN-_fjTtG3axNL1mMQKnYLdTGrJdhYJJREDn05T9MKz8zqfKU1FuUyTsSqJNWBHKmvknO/s1600/15.jpg"></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I always gets fascinated by eyes. They talk a lot! You don't need words, sometimes a glance is also sufficient to explain things. whenever I meet somebody for the first time the first thing I notice is one's eyes and then smile. I look directly into the eyes and I think it shows few qualities of the person. when you greet somebody with or without the smile or the amount of smile on your face talks a lot about you as a person :) </span></div></div>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-62978910989053959802010-05-21T16:12:00.008+05:302010-05-21T16:38:41.014+05:30random<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc7gi3U5JI5hKgUC-5Xoo8IKn8X-IOV8JCtBWEqXfp3B4lRqcnktRMcxdNvAjhwZb3dGJ8RT9QEAu-d8wFjxqpMnL2oYax_Q1Sda_O6sLJ7QyqcKr72oH4NDmaPpfe0E6K8baab6vMF1dN/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc7gi3U5JI5hKgUC-5Xoo8IKn8X-IOV8JCtBWEqXfp3B4lRqcnktRMcxdNvAjhwZb3dGJ8RT9QEAu-d8wFjxqpMnL2oYax_Q1Sda_O6sLJ7QyqcKr72oH4NDmaPpfe0E6K8baab6vMF1dN/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473678536938162642" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43bUHPu9O6e3brC6hFL28slxzHNuiQC-SfXf1aEVpCG-wwbr_NBpKNg0DbkBUrLL_EYY6jLJGBA-XajWb6Jqs1SWWrd5uRDeRQdi0xcmcZW20Q2cdNFR3Bb4flSZ3xLAKbsY_KAMSm2yR/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43bUHPu9O6e3brC6hFL28slxzHNuiQC-SfXf1aEVpCG-wwbr_NBpKNg0DbkBUrLL_EYY6jLJGBA-XajWb6Jqs1SWWrd5uRDeRQdi0xcmcZW20Q2cdNFR3Bb4flSZ3xLAKbsY_KAMSm2yR/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473674086428370242" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JUU6w-oygMqrD3vsdTsagnGqhGmfR3HNTMaxG_op7JA3tUPq4wXGHTz1sKnnQwXXxqU1knGCAVbKmJmjsKiOipwylvjrF6KTBW1-V3MJv4hlSWJVWoqT-v90qOXsvCTnXNBAmpl2q8L-/s1600/12.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JUU6w-oygMqrD3vsdTsagnGqhGmfR3HNTMaxG_op7JA3tUPq4wXGHTz1sKnnQwXXxqU1knGCAVbKmJmjsKiOipwylvjrF6KTBW1-V3MJv4hlSWJVWoqT-v90qOXsvCTnXNBAmpl2q8L-/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473674094658954402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px; " /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnd0D2FbgLJ1pCuuKA1ii5zHffs0NpDcjPD2NacbygPHZ3pkh-ynS7J5I86FK7etKZMv-AgtFS8Ym7vNAZ7uGBdwO3pwcarHK0-hj2BbQDJCManVloZQHyCP-MTBIhtFGwu9yJGMaEW_bD/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnd0D2FbgLJ1pCuuKA1ii5zHffs0NpDcjPD2NacbygPHZ3pkh-ynS7J5I86FK7etKZMv-AgtFS8Ym7vNAZ7uGBdwO3pwcarHK0-hj2BbQDJCManVloZQHyCP-MTBIhtFGwu9yJGMaEW_bD/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473672854388259874" /></a> <div>I have got a new sketch book with colourful papers...so I'm doodling a lot! </div>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-60494198007047056592010-05-20T15:20:00.004+05:302010-05-20T15:23:06.481+05:30waiting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4L4E6mdMbPICK13M1hxPe3JlrXTZQb0uH5G8_vj3HPzwK-NBbys3if-GfWW91rXMsD4BKinbMPxK63DSeyQ3l8oatNLR4hSQ_ITxB-ouU5_6LybUfi4CBYWvWt92riMl9ShRseqWPIe1R/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4L4E6mdMbPICK13M1hxPe3JlrXTZQb0uH5G8_vj3HPzwK-NBbys3if-GfWW91rXMsD4BKinbMPxK63DSeyQ3l8oatNLR4hSQ_ITxB-ouU5_6LybUfi4CBYWvWt92riMl9ShRseqWPIe1R/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473287577736136034" /></a>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-51847329823571852582010-05-19T17:04:00.000+05:302010-05-19T17:06:59.706+05:30flying in the air<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJkOECUMPUtlqmlXkdVra02GJEPdjyfWNKfAHQDa5mLMJ5XrIqSa9mQokPPXH6bAyW9e5crsZVFyRG2RjivwtixfChm97xW79GEHj6TQXDlGzoq81910YoIEdN-wzNuDUhyphenhyphenlXGT6frqWk/s1600/07.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJkOECUMPUtlqmlXkdVra02GJEPdjyfWNKfAHQDa5mLMJ5XrIqSa9mQokPPXH6bAyW9e5crsZVFyRG2RjivwtixfChm97xW79GEHj6TQXDlGzoq81910YoIEdN-wzNuDUhyphenhyphenlXGT6frqWk/s320/07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472943521534225394" /></a>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-13020189175622352662010-05-06T18:54:00.002+05:302010-05-06T18:57:49.011+05:30change<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">“The boy knew lot of people in the city. That was what made traveling appeal to him-he always made new friends, and he didn’t need to spend all of his time with them. When someone sees the same people everyday, as had happened with him at the seminary, they wind up becoming a part of that person’s life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn’t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own. “<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho </span></span></o:p></p>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-76980850251319788112010-04-28T18:12:00.005+05:302010-04-28T18:18:16.569+05:30scribbles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw13zEgjv5ty8aJt6bhl_O08Ok9ULZWHoJW3k8l0RRnhH0phvcdfS7yFxULsUoTpS5FWiwycsUqNdhy-rBSNTYg4hf5Rhz6IAYGLyubjmmnl0V1OXX-UgfgRpKHxWlnCKtk4frn2lXnpvu/s1600/scribbles.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" 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Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-27519368679551811092010-04-07T14:24:00.002+05:302010-04-07T15:21:31.892+05:30Few...<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Few moments</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Have taken my breath away</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Few monsoons</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Have carried my home away</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Few dreams</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Have taken my sleep away</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Few risks</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Have taken my future away</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Few people</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Have shaken my belief away!</span></span></p><div><br /></div></span>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-58606407885826224932010-04-05T11:31:00.001+05:302010-04-05T11:34:20.507+05:30one liner<p class="MsoNormal">I read it somewhere - </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Losing your mind is a luxury for middle class people!</p>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-35907964865096523562010-04-02T16:45:00.001+05:302010-04-02T16:55:00.607+05:30It can't be<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Many thoughts are stuck inside me,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I’m not allowing them to come out.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I’m doubtful whether it is right enough to spell them out…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">We have many boundaries which we have created for ourselves,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I feel I’m trapped in that somewhere…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I have to help myself,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">this phase in life has been really long …as far as I remember..</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I’m just standing still</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">With same thoughts</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Same questions</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Unbearable answers</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Contradictory situations</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And a hopeful heart….</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">That doesn’t allow me to express myself loudly</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Its keeps murmuring something or the other</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And I keep resisting myself.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It’s like a war between two people inside you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">One is good and the other is bad!! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Negative side of our own is difficult to accept…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Bad person is making me stubborn, doubtful, closed and judgmental </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Good person is making me neutral …</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> I always say, everyone is right at their place,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Situations make them good or bad.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">At this time, I can’t say both are right at their places…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It can not be.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></o:p></p>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-83713545430009940322010-03-25T17:10:00.000+05:302010-03-25T17:11:05.416+05:30nice forward mailGod doesn't give you the people you want. He gives you the people you NEED - To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you into the person you were meant to be.Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-62810863347031835502010-03-12T14:18:00.002+05:302010-03-12T14:20:08.117+05:30:)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Saying "I love you" is a conversation, not a message. - Douglas Stone</span>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-70895943895328146762010-02-26T18:05:00.004+05:302010-02-26T18:12:30.381+05:30Home<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">“So what does “home” mean for me? <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I guess…it’s the one place I can be dressed in pajamas all day long; where the cook doesn’t raise his eyebrows if I have ice cream for breakfast, lunch and dinner ( no, I’ve never actually done that!); where I can leave my paint brushes to dry alongside my toothbrush and where I don’t have to ask permission to use the oven at 2am for firing porcelain bowls that I decorated with ceramic paint the night before. It’s where I can be rude to my house partner yet neither he nor I can throw the other out. Where we mute all the T.V. commercials and instead of being polite about watching mindless junk, we can have furious arguments; where I can have guests who irritate me rather than be the one who irritates my host; where I am the one whose signature is requested by couriers who wake me up in the afternoons.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">In short, it’s the place where I can behave badly to my heart’s content! A rare and pleasurable treat."<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> By author Manjula Padmanabhan</span></o:p></span></p>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-17902034113449589932010-02-24T16:59:00.004+05:302010-02-24T17:10:26.916+05:30over heard conversation -II<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Yesterday while going back home I heard this - <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">An old man was standing in the semi crowded bus and his wife sitting next to me, enquiring about the address they wanted to go. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">One person stepped on his feet while going ahead in the bus.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Old man: </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Arre dekho to sahi…</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">After sometime another person stepped on his feet while going ahead.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Old man: Yeh</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> b</span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">oot pahanewale logonko patahi nahi chalta shayad kisine chappal bhi pahani hai!</span></span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I kept thinking about his statement.</span></span></div>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-19503580900972581722010-02-18T19:41:00.007+05:302010-02-19T13:24:50.588+05:30Love!!<div>'Hey, Oliver, did I tell you that I love you?'</div><div>' No, Jen.'</div><div>' Why didn't you ask me?'</div><div>' I was afraid to, frankly.'</div><div>' Ask me now'.'</div><div>'Do you love me, Jenny?'</div><div>She looked at me and wasn't being evasive when </div><div>she answered:</div><div>' What do you think?'</div><div>'Yeah. I gues. Maybe.'</div><div>I kissed her neck.</div><div>' Oliver?'</div><div>'Yes?'</div><div>'I don't just love you...'</div><div>'Oh Christ, What was this?'</div><div>' I love you very much, Oliver.'</div><div><br /></div><div>Love Story , Erich Segal </div>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-80922109265610386122010-02-18T17:41:00.006+05:302010-02-18T19:28:51.948+05:30Marriage<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The bride first. Jenny stood facing me and recited poem she had selected. It was very moving, perhaps especially to me, because it was a sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett:</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"When our two souls stand up erect and strong, </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Until the lengthening wings break into fire…</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">From the corner of my eye I saw Phil Cavilleri, pale, slack-jawed, eyes wide with amazement and adoration combined. We listened to Jenny finish the sonnet, which was in its way a kind of prayer for</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A place to stand and love in for a day,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">with darkness and death hour rounding it." </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Then it was my turn. It had been hard finding a piece of poetry I could read without blushing. I mean, I couldn't stand there and recite lace-doily phrases. I couldn't. But a section of Walt Whitman's </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Song of the Open road</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, though kind of brief, said it all for me: </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">… I give you my hand!</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I give you my love more precious than money,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I give you myself before preaching or law;</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shall we stick by each other as long as we live? "</span></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Love Story by Erich Segal</span></span></o:p></p>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-74781318269538288202010-01-05T18:06:00.005+05:302010-01-06T12:16:38.922+05:30Books I read in 2009<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">While relaxing on hammock at Kelva beach resort, I thought of writing the first post of new year and that is the list of Marathi and English books I read in the whole year of 2009.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;color:black;"><o:p><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">1.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Siddhartha- Hermann Hesse</span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">2.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Shala</span></span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">- Milind Bokil</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">3.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Bandh anubandh</span></span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">- Kamal Padhye</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">4.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My Autobiography - Charles Chaplin</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">5.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">P.S. I love you - Cecelia Ahern</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">6.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The winner stands alone - Paulo Coelho</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">7.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Like the flowing water - Paulo Coelho</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">8.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The old man and the sea - Ernest Hemingway</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">9.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Tales from the country matchmaker - Patricia Warren.</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">10.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Atlas shrugged - Ayn Rand ( I was reading this from Sept.07 till May 09 )</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">11.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The curious incident of the dog in the night time - Mark Haddon</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">12.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-tab-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Bhool bhulaiya</span></i></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">- V.P. Kale</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">13.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Vapunchi Manse</span></span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">- V.P. Kale</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">14.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> Stay hungry, stay foolish - Rashmi Bansal</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">15. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; ">Curfewed night - Basharat Peer ( currently reading )</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">16. </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Two States - Chetan Bhagat ( currently reading )</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">17.</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">TOTTO-CHAN, The little girl at the window - Tetsuko Kuroyanagi </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> translated by Dorothy Britton ( currently reading )</span></span></span><span style=" ;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></o:p></p>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-18379209701430567782009-10-30T14:48:00.000+05:302009-10-30T15:05:12.065+05:30overheard conversation<p class="MsoNormal">I overheard this conversation of travellers sitting next to me. It was in hindi but I have translated that at few places. This couple seemed to be from very poor background.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><st1:time minute="15" hour="20"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">8:15 PM</b></st1:time><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"> @ Mahim railway station, Mumbai</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Man – When did you come?</o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Woman – Just now :)</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Man – <i>Woh dekha!</i> on that train that actor in blue shirt..Ajay Devgan..<i>woh movie ka add hai na train pe </i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Woman – <i>Haan.. usaka kya?</i></p><p class="MsoNormal">Man - I saw him today afternoon, doing one film shooting. Many media people were<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>there and five body guards were with him when he got out of the car. <i>Sidha sada insaan hai!! Apane jaisa </i>… even his complexion is like us!! Not fair. But he is very nice ..as soon as he got down from the car, he waved at the public and smiled ...waited and <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>greeted few people and went to the location. All photographers were clicking snaps.. <i>shayad mera bhi photo aayega news paper me.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> Woman – acha hai ..woh bhi apne jaisa hai matlab!</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That woman was smiling happily looking at her husband. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-5575323174687905892009-10-18T13:43:00.005+05:302009-10-18T15:34:11.686+05:30Happiness ...<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">"I realized that time and circumstances have favored me. I have been cosseted in the world’s affection, loved and hated. Yes, the world has given me its best and little of its worst. Whatever were my ill vicissitudes, I believe that fortune and ill – fortune drift upon one haphazardly as clouds. Knowing this I am never too shocked at the bad things that happen and am agreeably surprised at that good. I have no design for living, no philosophy – whether sage or fool, we must all struggle with life. I vacillate with inconsistencies; at times small things will annoy me and catastrophes will leave me in – different.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Schopenhauer said happiness is a negative state</span></span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> – but I disagree. For last twenty years I have known what happiness means. I have the good fortune to be married to a wonderful wife. I wish I could write more about this, but it involves love and perfect love is most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express. As I live with Oona, the depth and beauty of her character are a continual revelation to me. Even as she walks ahead of me along the narrow sidewalks of Vevey with simple dignity, her neat little figure straight, her dark hair smoothed back showing a few silver threads, a sudden wave of love and admiration comes over me for all that she is – and a lump comes into my throat. "</span></span></span></span></span></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;">My Autobiography, Charles Chaplin</span></span></p>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8075574172700701442009-09-28T17:31:00.003+05:302009-09-28T17:46:57.487+05:30FaithAs I grow older I am becoming more preoccupied with faith. We live by it more than we think and achieve by it more than we realize. I believe that faith is a precursor of all our ideas. Without faith, there never could have evolved hypothesis, theory, science or mathematics. I believe that faith is an extension of the mind. It is the key that negates the impossible. To deny faith is to refute oneself and the spirit that generates all our creative forces. My faith is in unknown, in all that we do not understand by reason; I believe that what is beyond our comprehension is a simple fact in other dimensions, and that in the realm of the unknown there is an infinite power for good.<div><br /></div><div>My autobiography, Charles Chaplin</div>Pratima Khadkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300noreply@blogger.com0