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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-3893967198834984941</id><published>2011-03-19T17:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:03:28.371+05:30</updated><title type='text'>lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Parallel lines never meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not even in an imaginary world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;till horizon they remain on equal distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;same distance between the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;make them going in right direction at right pace .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You and I are like these lines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;which will never meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm so trying to reduce the distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but then I'm losing my identity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I won't remain parallel to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It will be an intersection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;an intersection gives more broken lines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no continuity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It destructs identity of both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm wondering if destruction is more peaceful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;at least it will bring an end to all this continuous journey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or to avoid all these destructions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I shall walk till the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thinking...we will meet in some dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;since dreams doesn't have calculations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its just a belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-3893967198834984941?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/3893967198834984941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=3893967198834984941' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3893967198834984941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3893967198834984941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2011/03/lines.html' title='lines'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-3346431028829017194</id><published>2010-10-06T19:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:00:23.314+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Travelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/TKyGr7Yf0jI/AAAAAAAAF2E/dIjc0elpS-s/s1600/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/TKyGr7Yf0jI/AAAAAAAAF2E/dIjc0elpS-s/s320/DSC01641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524938932109693490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/TKyGrnuZDfI/AAAAAAAAF18/4h1067DJTn0/s1600/DSC01639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/TKyGrnuZDfI/AAAAAAAAF18/4h1067DJTn0/s320/DSC01639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524938926832815602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/TKyGr7Yf0jI/AAAAAAAAF2E/dIjc0elpS-s/s72-c/DSC01641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8902115806282695929</id><published>2010-06-25T11:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:20:21.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wrinkles</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;these quiet moments&lt;br /&gt;teach  you...tell you&lt;br /&gt;so many things&lt;br /&gt;which can not be told&lt;br /&gt;by spoken  words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I sit quietly&lt;br /&gt;sipping hot coffee,&lt;br /&gt;going  through all the small details&lt;br /&gt;Big decisions,&lt;br /&gt;Wrong mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Fractional temptations,&lt;br /&gt;leading  to deep frustrations...&lt;br /&gt;all these are taking you somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  will call it - Evolving everyday&lt;br /&gt;its all part of growing everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was observing my reflection&lt;br /&gt;on the window panel,&lt;br /&gt;I could see  wrinkles on my face&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign...&lt;br /&gt;that I have struggled and fought  so far...&lt;br /&gt;I showed up all the time..&lt;br /&gt;I have to give some credit to  myself for that...&lt;br /&gt;I realized, I have EARNED those wrinkles...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not growing old&lt;br /&gt;I'm  becoming richer inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8902115806282695929?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8607688247274940505</id><published>2010-06-02T15:04:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:25:54.845+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Talking eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/TAYlwn8c0xI/AAAAAAAAF0g/_W8yVNtTfFY/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/TAYlwn8c0xI/AAAAAAAAF0g/_W8yVNtTfFY/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478107514029265682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/TAYlwn8c0xI/AAAAAAAAF0g/_W8yVNtTfFY/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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 :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8607688247274940505?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8607688247274940505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8607688247274940505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8607688247274940505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8607688247274940505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/06/talking-eyes.html' title='Talking eyes'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/TAYlwn8c0xI/AAAAAAAAF0g/_W8yVNtTfFY/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6297891098905395980</id><published>2010-05-21T16:12:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:38:41.014+05:30</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_ZpoOjhCdI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/qrxtuKLZLqg/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_ZpoOjhCdI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/qrxtuKLZLqg/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473678536938162642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_ZllLHS5UI/AAAAAAAAF0I/eZs3KTuZF8U/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_ZllLHS5UI/AAAAAAAAF0I/eZs3KTuZF8U/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473674086428370242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_ZllpxnpKI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/49hZF4kuPy8/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_ZllpxnpKI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/49hZF4kuPy8/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473674094658954402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_ZkddaCvCI/AAAAAAAAFzw/QbXVsOPb9cI/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_ZkddaCvCI/AAAAAAAAFzw/QbXVsOPb9cI/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473672854388259874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;div&gt;I have got a new sketch book with colourful papers...so I'm doodling a lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-6297891098905395980?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6297891098905395980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6297891098905395980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6297891098905395980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6297891098905395980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/05/cute.html' title='random'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_ZpoOjhCdI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/qrxtuKLZLqg/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6049419800704705659</id><published>2010-05-20T15:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:23:06.481+05:30</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_UGDaCFRWI/AAAAAAAAFzg/us5jBc27leM/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_PNIszSq_I/AAAAAAAAFzY/I885PTnOvqs/s320/07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472943521534225394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-5184732982357185258?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/5184732982357185258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=5184732982357185258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5184732982357185258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5184732982357185258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/05/flying-in-air.html' title='flying in the air'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S_PNIszSq_I/AAAAAAAAFzY/I885PTnOvqs/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1302018917562235266</id><published>2010-05-06T18:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:57:49.011+05:30</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;“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. “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1302018917562235266?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1302018917562235266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1302018917562235266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1302018917562235266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1302018917562235266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/05/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-7698085025131978811</id><published>2010-04-28T18:12:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:18:16.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>scribbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S9gtmjXBHeI/AAAAAAAAFxM/gPDNJBc9T3c/s1600/scribbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S9gtmjXBHeI/AAAAAAAAFxM/gPDNJBc9T3c/s320/scribbles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465168288164158946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-7698085025131978811?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/7698085025131978811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=7698085025131978811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7698085025131978811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7698085025131978811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/04/scribbles.html' title='scribbles'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S9gtmjXBHeI/AAAAAAAAFxM/gPDNJBc9T3c/s72-c/scribbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-262779431636248690</id><published>2010-04-26T10:36:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:48:53.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'>from my sketch book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S9UhNLYsMrI/AAAAAAAAFw8/mbdnI5c1UIg/s1600/me13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S9UhMUEuN-I/AAAAAAAAFws/bANVbe5Hryk/s320/me12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464310218314627042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S9UhLwS-HqI/AAAAAAAAFwk/YwF4A5NoLJg/s1600/me14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S9UhLwS-HqI/AAAAAAAAFwk/YwF4A5NoLJg/s320/me14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464310208710712994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-262779431636248690?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/262779431636248690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=262779431636248690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/262779431636248690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/262779431636248690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-my-sketch-book.html' title='from my sketch book'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/S9UhNLYsMrI/AAAAAAAAFw8/mbdnI5c1UIg/s72-c/me13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-2751936867955181109</id><published>2010-04-07T14:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:21:31.892+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Few moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have taken my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Few monsoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have carried my home away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Few dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have taken my sleep away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Few risks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have taken my future away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Few people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have shaken my belief away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-2751936867955181109?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/2751936867955181109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=2751936867955181109' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2751936867955181109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2751936867955181109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/04/few.html' title='Few...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-5860640788582622493</id><published>2010-04-05T11:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:34:20.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>one liner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I read it somewhere - &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Losing your mind is a luxury for middle class people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-5860640788582622493?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/5860640788582622493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=5860640788582622493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5860640788582622493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5860640788582622493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-liner.html' title='one liner'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-3590796486509652356</id><published>2010-04-02T16:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:55:00.607+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It can't be</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Many thoughts are stuck inside me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m not allowing them to come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m doubtful whether it is right enough to spell them out…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We have many boundaries which we have created for ourselves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel I’m trapped in that somewhere…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have to help myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this phase in life has been really long …as far as I remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m just standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With same thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Same questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unbearable answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Contradictory situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And a hopeful heart….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That doesn’t allow me to express myself loudly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its keeps murmuring something or the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I keep resisting myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It’s like a war between two people inside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One is good and the other is bad!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Negative side of our own is difficult to accept…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bad person is making me stubborn, doubtful, closed and judgmental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good person is making me neutral …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I always say, everyone is right at their place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Situations make them good or bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At this time, I can’t say both are right at their places…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It can not be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-3590796486509652356?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/3590796486509652356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=3590796486509652356' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3590796486509652356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3590796486509652356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-cant-be.html' title='It can&apos;t be'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8371354543000994032</id><published>2010-03-25T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:11:05.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>nice forward mail</title><content type='html'>God 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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8371354543000994032?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8371354543000994032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8371354543000994032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8371354543000994032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8371354543000994032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/03/nice-forward-mail.html' title='nice forward mail'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6281086334703183550</id><published>2010-03-12T14:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:20:08.117+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Saying "I love you" is a conversation, not a message. - Douglas Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-6281086334703183550?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6281086334703183550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6281086334703183550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6281086334703183550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6281086334703183550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-7089594389532814676</id><published>2010-02-26T18:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:12:30.381+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;“So what does “home” mean for me? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In short, it’s the place where I can behave badly to my heart’s content! A rare and pleasurable treat."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; By author Manjula Padmanabhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-7089594389532814676?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/7089594389532814676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=7089594389532814676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7089594389532814676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7089594389532814676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/02/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1790203411344958993</id><published>2010-02-24T16:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:10:26.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>over heard conversation -II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yesterday while going back home I heard this - &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;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. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One person stepped on his feet while going ahead in the bus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Old man: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Arre dekho to sahi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After sometime another person stepped on his feet while going ahead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Old man: Yeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;oot pahanewale logonko patahi nahi chalta shayad kisine chappal bhi pahani hai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I kept thinking about his statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1790203411344958993?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1790203411344958993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1790203411344958993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1790203411344958993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1790203411344958993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/02/boot-pahanewale.html' title='over heard conversation -II'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1950358090097258172</id><published>2010-02-18T19:41:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:24:50.588+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;'Hey, Oliver, did I tell you that I love you?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' No, Jen.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' Why didn't you ask me?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' I was afraid to, frankly.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' Ask me now'.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Do you love me, Jenny?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked at me and wasn't being evasive when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she answered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' What do you think?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Yeah. I gues. Maybe.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kissed her neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' Oliver?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Yes?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I don't just love you...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Oh Christ, What was this?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' I love you very much, Oliver.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Story , Erich Segal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1950358090097258172?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1950358090097258172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1950358090097258172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1950358090097258172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1950358090097258172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html' title='Love!!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8092210926561038612</id><published>2010-02-18T17:41:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:28:51.948+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;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:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"When our two souls stand up erect and strong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Until the lengthening wings break into fire…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A place to stand and love in for a day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;with darkness and death hour rounding it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Song of the Open road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, though kind of brief, said it all for me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;… I give you my hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I give you my love more precious than money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I give you myself before preaching or law;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Shall we stick by each other as long as we live? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love Story by Erich Segal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8092210926561038612?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8092210926561038612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8092210926561038612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8092210926561038612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8092210926561038612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/02/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-7478131826953828820</id><published>2010-01-05T18:06:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:16:38.922+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Books I read in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Siddhartha- Hermann Hesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Shala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- Milind Bokil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bandh anubandh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- Kamal Padhye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My Autobiography - Charles Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;P.S. I love you - Cecelia Ahern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The winner stands alone - Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Like the flowing water - Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The old man and the sea - Ernest Hemingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tales from the country matchmaker - Patricia Warren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Atlas shrugged - Ayn Rand ( I was reading this from Sept.07 till May 09 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The curious incident of the dog in the night time - Mark Haddon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bhool bhulaiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- V.P. Kale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Vapunchi Manse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- V.P. Kale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Stay hungry, stay foolish - Rashmi Bansal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;15. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;Curfewed night - Basharat Peer ( currently reading )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;16.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Two States - Chetan Bhagat ( currently reading )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;TOTTO-CHAN, The little girl at the window - Tetsuko Kuroyanagi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;     translated by Dorothy Britton ( currently reading )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-7478131826953828820?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/7478131826953828820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=7478131826953828820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7478131826953828820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7478131826953828820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2010/01/books-i-read-in-2009.html' title='Books I read in 2009'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1837920970143056778</id><published>2009-10-30T14:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:05:12.065+05:30</updated><title type='text'>overheard conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="15" hour="20"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:  normal"&gt;8:15 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt; @ Mahim railway station, Mumbai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Man – When did you come?&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Woman – Just now :)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man – &lt;i&gt;Woh dekha!&lt;/i&gt; on that train that actor in blue shirt..Ajay Devgan..&lt;i&gt;woh movie ka add hai na train pe &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Woman – &lt;i&gt;Haan.. usaka kya?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man - I saw him today afternoon, doing one film shooting. Many media people were&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there and five body guards were with him when he got out of the car. &lt;i&gt;Sidha sada insaan hai!! Apane jaisa &lt;/i&gt;… 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 &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;greeted few people and went to the location. All photographers were clicking snaps.. &lt;i&gt;shayad mera bhi photo aayega news paper me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Woman – acha hai ..woh bhi apne jaisa hai matlab!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That woman was smiling happily looking at her husband. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1837920970143056778?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1837920970143056778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1837920970143056778' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1837920970143056778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1837920970143056778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/10/overheard-conversation.html' title='overheard conversation'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-557532317468790589</id><published>2009-10-18T13:43:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:34:11.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happiness ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Schopenhauer said happiness is a negative state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; – 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. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;My Autobiography, Charles Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-557532317468790589?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/557532317468790589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=557532317468790589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/557532317468790589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/557532317468790589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiness.html' title='Happiness ...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-807557417270070144</id><published>2009-09-28T17:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:46:57.487+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>As 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.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My autobiography, Charles Chaplin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-807557417270070144?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/807557417270070144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=807557417270070144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/807557417270070144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/807557417270070144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/09/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-3555487896381543547</id><published>2009-09-16T14:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:27:57.265+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How does one get ideas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Interviews have asked me how I get ideas for pictures and to this day I am not able to answer satisfactorily. Over the years I have discovered that ideas come through an intense desire for them; continually desiring, the mind becomes a watch-tower on the look-out for incidents that may excite the imagination - music, a sunset, may give image to an idea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; I would say, pick a subject that will stimulate you, elaborate it and involve it, then, if you can’t develop it further, discard it and pick another. Elimination from accumulation is the process of finding what you want.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;How does one get ideas? By sheer perseverance to the point madness. One must have a capacity to suffer anguish and sustain enthusiasm over a long period of time. Perhaps its easier for some people than others, but I doubt about it.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; My Autobiography, Chalie Chaplin&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-3555487896381543547?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/3555487896381543547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=3555487896381543547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3555487896381543547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3555487896381543547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-does-one-get-ideas.html' title='How does one get ideas?'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6581080518917351153</id><published>2009-08-14T21:06:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:56:12.069+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do you belive in Miracles?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SobFZszZc-I/AAAAAAAAFFQ/XyC3gcj5XY8/s1600-h/miracle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370196651000034274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SobFZszZc-I/AAAAAAAAFFQ/XyC3gcj5XY8/s200/miracle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SoWF8wBZcwI/AAAAAAAAFFI/UgIrVJF3Azg/s1600-h/miracle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miracle - Inspiring movie I watched yesterday morning on star movies. May be ‘Chak de India’ is inspired by this movie. Its a true story of Herb Brooks ( played by actor Kurt Rusell ) player turned coach of US Ice hoceky team who brings gold medal at the Olympics, Lake Placid in winter 1980. Soviet Union's powerful team is the winner for last 15 years and famous since they play as if they attack the opposing team. So somebody has to find out new strategies and courage to fight in this game not by defending themselves but by attacking them back. Main strength of the Soviet Union team is they skate with the fastest speed on ice. If you want to win you have to move fast, act smart and speed is the only thing you have to keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Herb Brooks was cut from 1960 US Olympic team and since then has only dream of making a well conditioned team for US ice hockey. Herb gets appointed as a coach for the national ice hocky team in 1979. He comes, chose a team of 27 different players who were college students and has old rivalry in mind and has different dreams for being selected in the team like being very popular amongst girls, being national champion, sign huge contracts etc. These various dreams, egos never allow them to work in a team. Coach Kurt Russel has acted so brilliantly to bring them together by giving few instructions and no explanation for his any immediate actions. Team has to follow what he says and at the end of 6 months he has to choose only 20 players. Team is getting trained under a doctor, and two coaches. But Herb is the only decision maker who explains briefly about how the game should be played, smart moves and rules. Half of the players laugh at him but nobody has courage to say anything against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the committee members questioned Herb from the day one, why has he chose such a team keeping best players out of the team and without asking any other committee member. But he says: ‘I’m the coach and I have made the best team possible for country to win the game. I don’t want national champions in the team. I have seen all recordings of every move of a player selected and based on them I have chose them. He behaves totally contradictory than the kind of person he is, just to train the college kids to emerge as US Olympic team. I was flattered by his every move to chase each player so much that he comes out of his comfort zone and becomes mad about winning the Olympic by playing his heart out in the game without worrying how many injuries he has got. I think, someone has said if you want a person to do a required thing you have to attack on his values/ emotions or tell them exactly opposite so you get the desired result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All matches they play are breathtaking and speed and counting seconds is the only thing you understand. All Herb’s reasoning while eliminating each candidate to make the final team explains one has to do few things without compromising and keeping personal priorities aside if you have larger goal in front your eyes and have responsibility of representing entire nation in the Olympics. Few heated arguments are shown with his wife where she complains about being so involved in "teaching such a simple game"…but eventually she says : I KNOW NOW, HOCKY IS MORE THAN A GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the final match he gives very brief speech to his team: &lt;strong&gt;“ GREAT MOMENTS BORN FROM GREAT OPPORTUNITES AND HERE YOU ARE IN THE OLYMPICS PLAYING WITH WINNING TEAM OF THE WORLD. YOU HAVE EARNED THIS MOMENT AND NOW PLAY FOR YOUR LIFE. I am tired of hearing their name for so many years. Play your game and show them they cannot win any longer. Things has to change. All the best!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In semi final round US team doesn't allow to make Soviet Union team to make a single goal in last 10 minutes. When finally they win Herb says: All these chances are required in life to make you BELIVE in things. As per director Gavin O'Connor in the acknowledgement: Herb Brooks died after winning the game. He never was there to see this movie dedicated to him but he has lived the game already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-6581080518917351153?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6581080518917351153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6581080518917351153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6581080518917351153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6581080518917351153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-belive-in-miracles.html' title='Do you belive in Miracles?'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SobFZszZc-I/AAAAAAAAFFQ/XyC3gcj5XY8/s72-c/miracle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-2283701070479621758</id><published>2009-08-12T22:43:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:08:18.859+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting bus journey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SoL51DKfqvI/AAAAAAAAE_E/sZT8TCNLbHg/s1600-h/dhbuswatch401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369128395556760306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SoL51DKfqvI/AAAAAAAAE_E/sZT8TCNLbHg/s200/dhbuswatch401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bangalore buses are divided partially half into seats allocated for ladies and gents. Front entrance is for getting up and down for ladies and exit is for getting up and down for gents. No one sits on ladies seats in the bus, other women make sure that you get up from ladies seat. Buses are too crowded and mostly with women bus conductors. So I am standing in the bus and saw an old man sitting on a ladies seat and I knew what is going to happen with him after some time. Bus stopped on next stop and more women entered into the bus and forced that old man to get up. I could not resist and said why are you behind him ? let him seat he is old. You can stand on your feet. Later woman sitting next to old man got down in the next stop and nobody was ready to sit next to him so I sat and started reading a book. Old man started to make conversation with me, his was voice was loud. I thought one of the problems of old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man ( OM ) : What are you doing in Bangalore, you don’t look from here right?&lt;br /&gt;ME : Yes and I'm working here with design firm and studying simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;OM : Are you from Mumbai? Your English accent is different and what are you studying?&lt;br /&gt;ME : (surprised by his observations) yes I’m and studying Product design from NID, A’bad ( I didn’t wanted to go in details, so started reading book again )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM : Oh that’s something new I have heard. My both sons are engineers and working here with software companies. I myself was working in electric board of Bangalore and retired just now. My native place is Hubali. My sons have got new flat of 1,000 sq.ft. Here near Arekere gate. What exactly you are studying and where are you staying? What about your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I was like this man is asking too many questions but I should give answers because he must not have spoken to anyone and just trying to have a conversation )&lt;br /&gt;ME : I stay in south city. And my family belongs to Kolhapur and ( I explained in brief about my field )&lt;br /&gt;OM : Oh, I come there every morning for walk. So will meet up sometimes. your work field is very interesting. Kolhapur is not far from Hubali, so you are Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then he started talking in marathi few basic questions and I was wondering why is he asking about my native place and what my family is into and all but I was unable to stop the conversation since my bus stop was still too far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Yes I’m. your marathi is very good! I don’t go for morning walk since I have to leave early in the morning. But walking path near Arekere is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM : How long you will be in Bangalore?&lt;br /&gt;ME : 2 months then I’m going to work with another company in Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM : Thats great! even my younger son is going to London for work and plans to settle there.&lt;br /&gt;My stop is coming near now. I will show my house from the bus… that peach colored tall building. I stay there on ground floor. This is my card, I am actually looking for daughter in laws for both of my sons. And I liked you a lot. You are very spontaneous and generous. Think about it. You come to my home, meet my both son and then decide. They both are good. All the best for better future and god bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( since he was loud everyone who were standing close to me were listening to the conversation. And surprised by his last few lines and were looking at me. I was in a dilemma whether to accept the card or not. But I did accept. I don’t know why I did that. And the old man got down from the bus…)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-2283701070479621758?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/2283701070479621758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=2283701070479621758' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2283701070479621758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2283701070479621758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-bus-journey.html' title='Interesting bus journey!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SoL51DKfqvI/AAAAAAAAE_E/sZT8TCNLbHg/s72-c/dhbuswatch401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-839516375066744478</id><published>2009-08-05T22:03:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:08:44.795+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rakhi ka Swayamvar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SnqWfz0oNpI/AAAAAAAAE-c/pF48S-LXTtw/s1600-h/rakhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366767379196425874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SnqWfz0oNpI/AAAAAAAAE-c/pF48S-LXTtw/s200/rakhi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Snm3Z_ofVbI/AAAAAAAAE-U/Ci2PN243OQM/s1600-h/rakhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I never thought of this kind of show can be also made in today’s age. Not a bad idea either. Most of the people whom I know were watching this show including my mother and myself (Though I was watching occasionally but was aware what’s happening in the show). I was watching to see if actually people are interested in this kind of a show and was curious HOW is someone actually going to CHOOSE somebody if front of entire nation or agreed to make a program out of it. I think choosing somebody is quite a personal affair but in an arranged marriage of today’s date also entire three generations decide which guy or girl to be chosen for respective groom or bride and that also depending upon how qualified, good looking and settled you are in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once having marriage discussion with my European friend, I was explaining her how an arranged marriage happens in India. After listening to all the conversation she told me – “ we do it other way round Pratima, we look for love first and then caste ( we don’t follow it here), education, money, looks comes and I think you guys look at everything else and then try to love each other…“ I just smiled on her statement. I think when you love someone you willingly change or do compromises or change your priorities happily. I hate the thing of changing names after marriage, how come you expect some 25 year old girl having name Pratima for all her life will be changed in a day to lets say ‘Sudha’ just because you want to change her name. Her whole identity, signatures, passport, all official documents change to new ‘Sudha’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I have change the whole topic …So I was writing about Rakhi ka Swayamvar and choosing a guy in front of public on a television show. That made me think how in earlier times princess used to CHOOSE the prince in front of everyone after completion of the REQUIRED TASK successfully. As per the movie - Rab ne bana di jodi - every love story is unique…I thought may be this is the good time to SEE such kind of thing happening on T.V. in a live show! Then I saw the news of some 67 year old gentleman is interested in getting married to Rakhi and he wrote 52 poems for her and also got them published for her but he wasn’t allowed to participate in the show. His son and his entire family were very supportive in this gentleman’s decision. That’s very impressive though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doubtful about how long this relationship will last which was decided after series of various tasks and discussions amongst would be bride and groom. But its good that it ended on engagement and they want to spend some time more knowing each other and not to get married just by the time spend on a T.V. show together. It might sound funny that I thought in the episode when all interested guys were shown for the first time that she will choose THE TORONTO GUY which she finally chose in the last episode. The show was entertainment, dramatic and PEOPLE WERE WATCHING IT!! May be to some extent the program is successful in changing Rakhi’s public image also. People will remember her because no one has ever attempted to do such kind of a program. She is constantly in news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have seen a movie based on Indian arranged marriages " Sanai chowghade". Very well made movie in marathi and very very much in todays context. Many chanels have started shows for match making or providing a platform where would be brides and grooms should come and present themselves to a large crowd and may be they are succesful in getting the desired response. Another television show in marathi called " Jodi jamali re" is also similar like other shows but I watch this sometimes because its quite realistic to see how the genaral discussions between parents and candidates happens when they come together and small games and tasks reveal what kind of person you are...not in details but it gives an idea. Rescently they showed their first pair who got engaged and will be getting married soon after 50 episodes. Things are changing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;These shows are reflections of changing society. So now I'm expecting few more shows like this if you are definitely going to get a right guy …may be the next show will be called “Pratima ka Swayamvar”:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-839516375066744478?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/839516375066744478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=839516375066744478' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/839516375066744478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/839516375066744478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/08/rakhi-ka-swayamvar.html' title='Rakhi ka Swayamvar'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SnqWfz0oNpI/AAAAAAAAE-c/pF48S-LXTtw/s72-c/rakhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-4944612279396773751</id><published>2009-08-03T12:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:29:18.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'>path</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;'Carry on, even if you are not sure now of what you are doing. God moves in mysterious ways and sometimes the path only reveals itself when you start walking it.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paulo Coelho, The winner stands alone &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-4944612279396773751?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/4944612279396773751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=4944612279396773751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4944612279396773751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4944612279396773751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/08/path.html' title='path'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-4341426955833168529</id><published>2009-07-22T17:34:00.018+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:18:14.778+05:30</updated><title type='text'>one for the road!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I always prefer to walk on this service road close to my home...its quiet and peaceful and you can't see the end... but you know the end! very few people you will see walking on this road even during rush hours. There is an express highway adjacent to it. everyone prefers that for fast pace and clear vision. I loved the following poem while reading a book and remember this road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SnHKu_Ue9NI/AAAAAAAAE8o/8-C9YclH9eU/s1600-h/DSC09225.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364291539795113170" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SnHKu_Ue9NI/AAAAAAAAE8o/8-C9YclH9eU/s320/DSC09225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SnHKZ6Rw8YI/AAAAAAAAE8g/t4rZ-H1uaHk/s1600-h/DSC09224.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364291177664278914" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SnHKZ6Rw8YI/AAAAAAAAE8g/t4rZ-H1uaHk/s320/DSC09224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ROAD NOT TAKEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SnHJZbuPfnI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/4I8EI-cz6Us/s1600-h/DSC09225.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by;&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-4341426955833168529?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/4341426955833168529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=4341426955833168529' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4341426955833168529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4341426955833168529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-for-road.html' title='one for the road!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SnHKu_Ue9NI/AAAAAAAAE8o/8-C9YclH9eU/s72-c/DSC09225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-5698683940878147207</id><published>2009-07-13T20:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:40:35.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Siddhartha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“The world, Govinda, is not perfect or slowly evolving along a long path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment; every sin carries  grace within it, all small children are potential old men, all suckling have death within them, all dying people-eternal life. &lt;strong&gt;It is not possible for one person to see how far another is on the way&lt;/strong&gt;; the Buddha exists in the robber and dice player; the robber exists in the Brahmin. During deep meditation it is possible to dispel time, to see simultaneously all the past, present and future, and then everything is good, everything is perfect, everything is Brahman. Therefore it seems to me that everything that exists is good-death as well as life, sin as well as holiness, wisdom as well as folly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is necessary, everything needs only my agreement, my assent, my loving understanding; then all is well with me and nothing can harm me. &lt;strong&gt;I have learned from my body and soul that it was necessary for me to sin, that I needed lust, that I had to strive for property and experience nausea and the depths of despair in order to learn not to resist them, in order to love the world, and no longer compare it with some kind of desired imaginary world, some imaginary perfection, but to leave it as it is, to love it and be glad to belong to it.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I just finished reading the book by Hermann Hesse..read few pages again ...very good book, simple, easy to connect and makes you think!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-5698683940878147207?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/5698683940878147207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=5698683940878147207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5698683940878147207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5698683940878147207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/07/siddhartha.html' title='Siddhartha'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-3366980151038863389</id><published>2009-07-06T17:02:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:22:08.985+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SlHjIu6pefI/AAAAAAAAE28/inDkVQJ4-_Y/s1600-h/siddhartha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355311171092707826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SlHjIu6pefI/AAAAAAAAE28/inDkVQJ4-_Y/s320/siddhartha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;‘My dear Kamala,’ said Siddhartha,’ When I came to you in your grove I made the very first step. It was my intention to learn about love from the most beautiful woman. From the moment I made that resolution I knew that I would execute it. I knew that you would help me; I knew it from your first glance at the entrance to the grove.’&lt;br /&gt;‘And what if I had not wanted?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;‘But you did want. Listen, Kamala, When you throw the stone into the water, it finds the quickest way to the bottom of the water. It is the same way when Siddhartha has an aim, a goal. Siddhartha does nothing; he waits, he thinks, he fasts, but he goes through the affairs of the world like the stone through the water, without doing anything, without bestirring himself; he is drawn and let himself fall. He is drawn by his goal, for he does not allow anything to enter his mind which opposes his goal. That is what Siddhartha learned from the Samanas. It is what fools call magic and what they think is caused by demons. Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait and fast.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Siddhartha, Hermann Hesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-3366980151038863389?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/3366980151038863389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=3366980151038863389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3366980151038863389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3366980151038863389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/07/goal.html' title='Goal'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SlHjIu6pefI/AAAAAAAAE28/inDkVQJ4-_Y/s72-c/siddhartha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8329188968399742276</id><published>2009-06-30T14:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:06:07.407+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Opinions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;'Let me warn you, you who are thirsty for knowledge, against the thickest of opinions and the conflict of words. Opinions mean nothing; they may be beautiful or ugly, cleaver or foolish, anyone can embrace or reject them. The teaching which you have heard, however, is not my opinion, and its goal is not to explain the world to those who are thirsty for knowledge. its goal is quite different; its goal is salvation from suffering.That is what Gautam teaches, nothing else.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siddhartha, Hermann Hesse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8329188968399742276?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8329188968399742276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8329188968399742276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8329188968399742276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8329188968399742276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/06/opinions.html' title='Opinions'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-7611195685269236254</id><published>2009-06-27T14:33:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:10:15.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain or no rain ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SkXvKQkmqzI/AAAAAAAAExA/D_P3yLBHxYQ/s1600-h/DSC09106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351946691725929266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SkXvKQkmqzI/AAAAAAAAExA/D_P3yLBHxYQ/s320/DSC09106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love rain !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but when I look at the people living on street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel there should not be any rain.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SkXiDIJQ3KI/AAAAAAAAEw4/QFH3FXz6tWw/s1600-h/DSC09103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351932275553524898" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SkXiDIJQ3KI/AAAAAAAAEw4/QFH3FXz6tWw/s320/DSC09103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SkXhsNiVQmI/AAAAAAAAEww/04v01cFsB98/s1600-h/DSC09101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351931881863856738" style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SkXhsNiVQmI/AAAAAAAAEww/04v01cFsB98/s320/DSC09101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-7611195685269236254?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/7611195685269236254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=7611195685269236254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7611195685269236254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7611195685269236254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-or-no-rain.html' title='Rain or no rain ...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SkXvKQkmqzI/AAAAAAAAExA/D_P3yLBHxYQ/s72-c/DSC09106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-2530084056839196406</id><published>2009-06-08T19:38:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:02:56.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I ..ME..MYSELF :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Si0hDNyn-YI/AAAAAAAAErA/5oHkMyPCIps/s1600-h/protimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344964671883966850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Si0hDNyn-YI/AAAAAAAAErA/5oHkMyPCIps/s320/protimo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Si0fY6DqX2I/AAAAAAAAEq4/AloHrc4T_ts/s1600-h/protimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO RAIN EFFECTS ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Si0di7HrUPI/AAAAAAAAEqw/6MEEu7lQdxA/s1600-h/protimo+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344960818581295346" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Si0di7HrUPI/AAAAAAAAEqw/6MEEu7lQdxA/s400/protimo+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-2530084056839196406?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/2530084056839196406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=2530084056839196406' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2530084056839196406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2530084056839196406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-memyself.html' title='I ..ME..MYSELF :)'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Si0hDNyn-YI/AAAAAAAAErA/5oHkMyPCIps/s72-c/protimo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8593395525207966027</id><published>2009-06-05T15:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:23:22.289+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NO RAIN!!</title><content type='html'>I liked the lyrics of this song.... Thanks to Sunil for telling me about the song and your amazing classroom project based on this song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that my life is pretty plain&lt;br /&gt;I like watchin' the puddles gather rain&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is just pour some tea for two&lt;br /&gt;and speak my point of view&lt;br /&gt;But it's not sane,&lt;br /&gt;It's not sane&lt;br /&gt;I just want some one to say to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there when you wake&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me and I'll have it made&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand why I sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;And I start to complain that there's no rain&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is read a book to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape&lt;br /&gt;escape......escape......escape......&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that my life is pretty plain&lt;br /&gt;ya don't like my point of view&lt;br /&gt;ya think I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;Its not sane......it's not sane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8593395525207966027?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8593395525207966027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8593395525207966027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8593395525207966027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8593395525207966027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-rain.html' title='NO RAIN!!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1779382983008084454</id><published>2009-05-30T14:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:18:10.764+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Storm approaching</title><content type='html'>"I remember an old friend of mine who lived in Normandy as a child and who witnessed the Allied landing in Nazi-occupied France. I will never forget his words: ' I woke up, and the horizon was full of warships. On the beach beside my house, the German soliders were watching the same scene, but what terrified me most was the silence. The total silence that precedes a life-or-death struggle.' It is the same silence that surrounds me now, and which is gradually being replaced by the sound...I have witnessed many storms in my life. Most storms have taken me by surprise, and so I've had to learn - and very quickly too- to look farther off, to understand that I cannot control the weather, to practise the art of patience, and to respect nature's fury. Things do not always happen the way I would have wanted, and it's best that I get used to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the storm approaching. As with any storm, it brings with it destruction, but it also waters the fields; and, with the rain, falls the wisdom of the heavens. As with any storm, it will pass. &lt;strong&gt;The more violent the storm, the more quickly it will pass&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the flowing water, Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1779382983008084454?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1779382983008084454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1779382983008084454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1779382983008084454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1779382983008084454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/05/storm-approaching.html' title='Storm approaching'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-7295099726953593073</id><published>2009-05-22T00:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:36:36.158+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Luck.....</title><content type='html'>‘Don’t be silly,’ he said aloud. ‘And keep awake and steer. You may have much luck yet.&lt;br /&gt;‘I’d like to buy some if there’s any place they sell it,’ he said.&lt;br /&gt;What could I buy it with? He asked himself.&lt;br /&gt;Could I buy it with a lost harpoon and a broken knife and two bad hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You might,’ he said. ‘You tried to buy it with eighty-four days at sea. They nearly sold it to you too.’&lt;br /&gt;I must not think nonsense, he thought. Luck is a thing that comes in many forms and who can recognize her? I would take some though in any form and pay what they asked.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man and the sea, Ernest Hemingway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-7295099726953593073?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/7295099726953593073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=7295099726953593073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7295099726953593073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7295099726953593073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/05/luck.html' title='Luck.....'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6315025054422892278</id><published>2009-05-09T23:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:55:31.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>few insights</title><content type='html'>She asked Fraser not to tell anybody, this was her reason:&lt;br /&gt;‘I had conflict, common to my generation of women, about commitment and career, and is this the right person, and being scared. I said yes, but my mind was whirling. The trouble is, we’re all fed a diet of knights in shinning armour, whereas what I had in reality was this descent, good-looking, nice man who I was terribly comfortable with, but wasn’t fireworks and parties every night and traveling round the world. May be the knight in shining armour was round the next corner. But the guy who produces fireworks is not the guy you want to spend your life with. The comfortable alternative sometimes puts people off because lots of us want to live on the edge. What I’ve learnt now is that the companionship, trust and laughter are so important, and it can seem fuddy duddy – but it’s not, it’s real. And we do have our firework moments.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a lot of this sort of attitude from women and men in their thirties and forties. They find it almost impossible to make commitment in case something better turns up along the line…I don’t really know what the answer is here, in almost every case there has to be give and take, compromise and a willingness to take the long view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tales from the country matchmaker, Patricia Warren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-6315025054422892278?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6315025054422892278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6315025054422892278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6315025054422892278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6315025054422892278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-insights.html' title='few insights'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-9190694821946655358</id><published>2009-05-05T17:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:29:02.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This one is for the book I read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SgAj4WeE0EI/AAAAAAAAEps/fBLeCAil8B0/s1600-h/atlas...bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332301409818038338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SgAj4WeE0EI/AAAAAAAAEps/fBLeCAil8B0/s200/atlas...bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was waiting for this moment. I finished ATLAS SHRUGGED on this Monday. It took me one whole year to read the book by taking breaks in between. I brought this book by my friend’s suggestion in November 2006, so that I can read it in Delhi during my internship of two months. I am generally not scared of the thickness of the book, when I opened the book I found font size is comparatively small to read. I think I only read 5 pages at that time and thought may be this is not the time for this book, I will read it later. Then I started reading finally this book in September 2007 when I left for Bangalore for diploma project and I got totally hooked by the book. I liked Dagny a lot! This character has portrayed very sharp, clear and passionate about her carrier. I relate to Dagny, Hank Rearden, and John Galt. I felt may be these characters are there in the world around us who are fighting for right things, determined, honest, idealist, they believe in there work, do not compromise at any cost and posses there own set of rules. I can relate to the experiences portrayed in the book. Story in the book makes you read more and more and makes you curious what happens next. I was reading book in buses, trains, in the night before sleep and also have just read for hours seating in my room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again one break happened when I left for Sweden in Feb, 2008. I didn’t carry that book with me. (My mom didn’t allow me to carry due to weight of the book, I was sad at that time. I so wanted to read the book since I was alone there and had lots of time in hand after work). I started reading that again in December, 2008 when I came finally back to home after finishing all my post graduate studies and on 27th April, 2009 I finished the book. Very good book, you need patience but its definitely WORTH reading!! I have always put my favorite part from the book on my blog and I have noted more in my diary… The language is simple, detailed and captures minute observation of human mind and its true response. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last few lines from the book - You will win when you are ready to pronounce the oath I have taken at the start of my battle. “I swear - by my life and my love of it that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to mention this incidence, I was traveling in train, standing and reading the book...( That’s what I do most of the times when I travel in Mumbai locals or stand at the train door ) One girl asked me can you please tell me the name of the book? When I told her the name she said " I just thought… It should be Ayn Rand only! And she asked me my profession. After that she told me that who ever she has met reading this book most of the times they are from creative field!! see you are a designer and I write columns for news paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-9190694821946655358?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/9190694821946655358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=9190694821946655358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/9190694821946655358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/9190694821946655358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-one-is-for-book-i-read_05.html' title='This one is for the book I read'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SgAj4WeE0EI/AAAAAAAAEps/fBLeCAil8B0/s72-c/atlas...bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6001676553686755473</id><published>2009-04-25T00:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:40:08.699+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where to stop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While coming back home from work…I find long empty service road with yellow street lights waiting for me to walk and talk to myself quietly in my own company of thoughts. I have walked on this street almost everyday for four years of my work when I was in Thane. All vehicles on highway pass by as if they are in some race and hurry to reach their homes back. I take my own time and keep walking with luggage on… my book, thinking of Hank, Dagny, Francisco, John galt ( all characters from the book Atlas shrugged which I am reading since a year ) clients, meetings, blogs, pictures to be updated, next travel destination, next new book, all people whom I met rescently after span of 10 to 12 years accidently either while traveling or waiting on bus stop or asking directions in a new place or their mails or by facebook. I thought, why are they meeting me suddenly now?? Is there any meaning behind it .. and I laughed... I was on my logical mode and question answer sessions… some things you should never ask in life .. that looses its charm.. long back I read a book of my fav. Marathi writer Mr. V.P. Kale.. he wrote in Marathi something like” Its important to know - water is life and few curious people wanted to analyze more so they found - its chemical formula is H2O..but then you should stop after that analysis… don’t go on asking.. It will loose its charm!! you should enjoy things, the way they are :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This service road is parallel to express highway and just simply divided by a row of trees between both. When you walk on that road you don’t hear neither chaos nor people fighting ( the way they fight everyday in local trains) its very lonely and quiet. I love it ...when its like that. I can walk for hours on that road alone. A long road which is never ending and clear too ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-6001676553686755473?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6001676553686755473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6001676553686755473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6001676553686755473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6001676553686755473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-to-stop.html' title='Where to stop...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-5666319403506377873</id><published>2009-04-14T11:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:07:06.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You will follow me!!</title><content type='html'>Then, drawn by, sense of irresistible certainty, she found herself descending the stairs, slipping away from the crowd, not toward the platform and the exist but, into the darkness of the abandoned tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will follow me, she thought – and felt as if the thought were not in words, but in the tension of her muscles, the tension of her will to accomplish a thing, she knew to be outside her power, yet she knew with certainty that it would be accomplished and by her wish…no, she thought not by her wish, but by its total rightness. You will follow me – it was neither plea nor prayer not demand, but the quiet statement of fact, it contained whole of her power of knowledge and whole of the knowledge of the she had earned through the years. You will follow me, if we are what we are, you and I, if we live, if world exists, if you know the meaning of this moment and can’t let it slip by, as others let it slip, into the senselessness of the unwilled and unreached. You will follow me – she felt as exultant assurance, which was neither hope nor faith, but an act of worship for the logic of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayn Rand, Atlas shrugged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-5666319403506377873?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/5666319403506377873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=5666319403506377873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5666319403506377873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5666319403506377873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-will-follow-me.html' title='You will follow me!!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-4466856317834957498</id><published>2009-04-06T15:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:12:17.628+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What’s more exciting??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After having a good conversation with my friend about destiny and efforts. I am thinking…What is more exciting in life to achieve the goal or the journey towards the goal irrespective of the result? Most of the times it happens that exciting journey eventually ends into success or the journey is so tough, that drains you out completely and you don’t feel anything about success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe “The journey matters the most!!&lt;br /&gt;During the journey you keep doing things as per the strong gut feeling which you get while working towards the goal irrespective of result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking in NID pigeon path few people used to choose straight road amongst the two pathways that lead to hostels. I used to choose the one with many turns amongst the trees. You never know whom you might meet on the way. I think that’s the thing which keeps me going ahead “Mystery in the journey “. Sometime I feel, its irritating that you don’t know how and where you are heading to even if you know the ultimate goal. You meet with many life changing experiences during that journey. It might happen that this whole experience is more thrilling than the success of the goal. I guess nobody like things which you get easily in life. We need Masala in life to tell others and to enjoy ourselves through that. It gives you a kick. It’s like you put yourself in the most difficult situation that you can ever think to check your tolerance and you will be thrilled throughout that experience that you will be least bothered about the result.&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend said, Do the most difficult things in life or the things which scare you the most…it will increase your confidence and believe in yourself! Dar ke aage jeet hai !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a kid I used to sleep during the annual examination preparations completing my studies very well in time. I was much organized. Others used to be awake at that time also and preparing for studies. And as soon as the exams are over I didn’t used get the sleep at all till the result comes out. That worry part I hated the most. I used to wonder why I am not able to sleep though I have written all papers very well. The thing was, I wanted to be amongst the rankers and to achieve that I used to slog in the limited time but I think I never enjoyed that. I did it because it was just a process for me. There is nothing like a process oriented thing in life whatever you do in a nice organized way become boring after some time. Spontaneity is more important. How ever you do good planning for all the things, you can not plan the innocence which you get in the spontaneous act. Things become thrilling and exciting at that point of time… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-4466856317834957498?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/4466856317834957498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=4466856317834957498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4466856317834957498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4466856317834957498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-more-exciting.html' title='What’s more exciting??'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-2294438346377367696</id><published>2009-03-25T18:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:58:08.705+05:30</updated><title type='text'>one thing is NEEDED</title><content type='html'>Every window has an opportunity,&lt;br /&gt;Every act has a positive impact,&lt;br /&gt;Every closed door offers an opportunity to knock the next door,&lt;br /&gt;Every blocked road has a small pathway as a substitute for your foot prints&lt;br /&gt;which we never observe, We just walk unknowingly...&lt;br /&gt;Every &lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt; is taking you to the biggest &lt;em&gt;YES&lt;/em&gt; in your life,&lt;br /&gt;Every negative word is meant to check your believe in your positive thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Every sacrifice makes you to earn more &lt;em&gt;RIGHT&lt;/em&gt; feeling inside,&lt;br /&gt;Every offered help to someone, helps you to sort out your own problems courageously,&lt;br /&gt;Every confused state makes you to follow your own instinct&lt;br /&gt;which is spontaneous and which you want to do!!&lt;br /&gt;Every raised eye brow in astonishment makes you do things which you have never thought of …&lt;br /&gt;Every sad moment will help you to understand true happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Every adverse situation creates the most favorable situation,&lt;br /&gt;You do not need a crane to move a mountain, you need a WILL to pick up stones and keep them aside as per your strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing is needed to understand this... &lt;strong&gt;change your point of view!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-2294438346377367696?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/2294438346377367696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=2294438346377367696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2294438346377367696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2294438346377367696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-thing-is-needed.html' title='one thing is NEEDED'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-7781770116991153178</id><published>2009-03-17T17:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:04:36.828+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I read this ...</title><content type='html'>"You and love is still my argument " - Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-7781770116991153178?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/7781770116991153178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=7781770116991153178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7781770116991153178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7781770116991153178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-read-this.html' title='I read this ...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6439799608965729437</id><published>2009-02-09T00:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:26:57.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best decision ever made!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SY8yIpbfyLI/AAAAAAAAEFw/nXGohhfwi7g/s1600-h/getdata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510410579888306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SY8yIpbfyLI/AAAAAAAAEFw/nXGohhfwi7g/s320/getdata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching grand finale of the programme called " sa re ga ma pa little champs " on zee tv marathi... and the winner is " Kartiki Gaikwad" a girl from Alandi, Maharashtra.  I am following this programme on every monday and tuesday since last five months. I so so wanted her to win but I was thinking while watching the programme that public voting thing will be something else and not at all predictable. I heard the result and said " this is the best decision ever made by judges and public". yooohooooo :) Fighter always wins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; she was out of the programme in between due to lack votes but came back with wild entry and the come back was super duper hit. Later the graph of her performance went higher and higher. I loved her personally due to her different voice, choice of songs and she used to sing the songs which are composed by her father who is also a singer in Alandi. You need courage and faith to do that when the others were singing the most popular compositions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undoubtedly all the five candidates are wonderful and varied from each other but there is something about Kartiki. At one point,I wanted that there shoudn't be any winner choosen because they are so good and there can not be any comparision amongst them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then somebody has to win in a competition, so I was thinking ..whose that one??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has to be very young and cute Kartiki who is bold, enthusiatic, active, fighter, expressive and experimental. I found this programme is the most genuine amongst all the other programmes  I have seen. Judges were amazing in giving the right feed back in right words considering the age group of candiadates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-6439799608965729437?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6439799608965729437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6439799608965729437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6439799608965729437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6439799608965729437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-decision-ever-made.html' title='Best decision ever made!!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SY8yIpbfyLI/AAAAAAAAEFw/nXGohhfwi7g/s72-c/getdata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-5620282911178958178</id><published>2009-01-23T01:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:24:55.509+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dot....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I read this today:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even a small dot can stop a big sentence, but... few more dots can give a continuity,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amazing but true, every ending can be a new begining!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-5620282911178958178?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/5620282911178958178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=5620282911178958178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5620282911178958178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5620282911178958178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/01/dot.html' title='Dot....'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1849720234284590540</id><published>2009-01-07T23:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:01:41.225+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Waiting back ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Right now I am very happy and contented !! its an after effect of things happening to me in last 15 days. I am experinecing extreme emotions in these days. Suddenly I am very happy and suddenly very nervous. I think of something and feel charged up to change life and suddenly I need energy to stand. New year has definately brought fantastic news in my life about my loved ones. I feel people are doing so many things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What am I doing sitting at home?? watching t.v. , reading books, travelling to different places neraby, giving interviews..meeting really very few friends who remaining in the city, rest has travelled abroad and settled there with respective familes and living QUALITY LIFE.. and what am I doing here??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the defination of QUALITY LIFE in my terms..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why I have prefered to stay here when rest of the world is running somewhere else..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does everyone actually know why they are running behind something?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are they so sure what they want from life??Where is the peace of mind gone ?? Is everyone actually Happy in what they are doing or with whom they are staying or with what is happening around the city or in the world?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel many of them in the crowd have become numb and self centered. They don't know things beyond their life. I see in buses senior citizens standing, wherever it is written seats alloted to them ..young ones are sitting and nobody says anything. In train people keep pushing, blaming, fighting all the time. nobody has a second to be patient and to help each other to make this small journey peaceful and calm. I get up when I see an old woman standing next to me to offere her my place and also have seen other women who are young and strong fighting for that seat. I wonder why everyone has become so selfish can't they realise what is needed by the situation??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't run now a days to catch a train when I know I can catch the other train after 5-10 mins more. I walk with my own pace like a slow and steady tortoise, without bothering about rest of the crowd wherever its running. I reach on time and do things what makes me happy deep inside my heart. One year before I was in the similar phase when I used to say while doing all the things " Everything will fall in place because I am playing my part very well!! " I wish everyone realises their "PART" which has to be played WELL from their end, so that things can be more comfortable for everyone around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1849720234284590540?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1849720234284590540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1849720234284590540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1849720234284590540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1849720234284590540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-back.html' title='Waiting back ...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8377971200510923658</id><published>2008-12-22T21:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:00:20.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a star...</title><content type='html'>What is life ??&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking this question to myself, and when I don't get the answer ..&lt;br /&gt;I look the criss cross lines which are there on my palm,&lt;br /&gt;People say those lines decide what is going to happen in LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Is it really like that??&lt;br /&gt;What happens when someone wants to really CHANGE something very strongly in life&lt;br /&gt;Do these lines change for some one's wish?&lt;br /&gt;or they stay there as it is&lt;br /&gt;so that the person can look at them and console himself&lt;br /&gt;" This is life and I have to accept it .."&lt;br /&gt;But I never wanted to ACCEPT these thoughts , I wanted to fight ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can change your destiny&lt;br /&gt;I always faught for everything in life and never got a single thing on a platter&lt;br /&gt;I never complained though, but now I feel&lt;br /&gt;I want everything THE WAY I WANT ....&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life checked my patience enough !!&lt;br /&gt;27 years of life is a graph which is never constant&lt;br /&gt;I'm still struggling looking at the lines, someday they will CHANGE for me&lt;br /&gt;I want to relate those experiences of LIFE to these lines&lt;br /&gt;How do I do it??&lt;br /&gt;I laugh on my thoughts, but I DON'T CARE !!&lt;br /&gt;I still believe I have courage and strength in my little hands to fight and be there up in the sky with stars !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I read story of Dhruva .. who was so determined that god gave him position of a star in the universe i.e. the pole star Dhruva, which you will find constantly in North direction shining brightly than the other stars.....whenever I was low in my life I made a wish that I want to be that star ..check my patience but place me there so that nobody can move me from that place...I think the time has come that I want to make that wish again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8377971200510923658?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8377971200510923658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8377971200510923658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8377971200510923658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8377971200510923658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-be-star.html' title='I want to be a star...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6833134985157221270</id><published>2008-11-26T00:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:32:22.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She …</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I listened to you&lt;br /&gt;And I thought…&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;At this moment …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When nobody is with you,&lt;br /&gt;You are all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Going through finer detail,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to connect everything happened …&lt;br /&gt;And you realize,&lt;br /&gt;Something is there in between both of you,&lt;br /&gt;Which we can't deny&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is so conflicting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;still aren't together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because she don't want to listen to her heart&lt;br /&gt;And allow her self to be free to love someone&lt;br /&gt;It's something very natural and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;To be in this feeling&lt;br /&gt;I feel so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I think about her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to spend whole life without her&lt;br /&gt;And you expected this will happen&lt;br /&gt;One more time… NO&lt;br /&gt;You think..&lt;br /&gt;I have heard NO every time in life&lt;br /&gt;But don't know how to stop this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have started&lt;br /&gt;It's not in my hand I have controlled enough&lt;br /&gt;Now I am setting myself free&lt;br /&gt;And going to do what I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;want&lt;br /&gt;So that I can be with you all my life&lt;br /&gt;Though you had said NO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I am living those moments again with you&lt;br /&gt;Walking back in my memory lane&lt;br /&gt;you reminded me of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;earlier days&lt;br /&gt;when I did the same thing&lt;br /&gt;what she is doing now…&lt;br /&gt;I didn't allow myself to be free and express&lt;br /&gt;What I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;want ...&lt;br /&gt;Due to my few principals and guilt&lt;br /&gt;I will not call that a mistake&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;something precious for sure …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was as crazy as you are&lt;br /&gt;As madly in love as you are&lt;br /&gt;As tender as you are, when you talk about her&lt;br /&gt;As restless as you are right now&lt;br /&gt;When she isn't around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote every conversation in my diary&lt;br /&gt;And kept pages of all scribbled thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Did all stupid intuitive things&lt;br /&gt;From FLEAMES to read daily fortune of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you everywhere in some form&lt;br /&gt;No matter, whether I am working or walking back home&lt;br /&gt;Your words, your laughter, your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Captured my mind to the last fraction of a second&lt;br /&gt;I understood every &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;single clue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which time has shown&lt;br /&gt;Those made me think&lt;br /&gt;I should still wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I so knew that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine that&lt;br /&gt;I have reached so far&lt;br /&gt;Just for you …&lt;br /&gt;A simple person like me&lt;br /&gt;Who wanted to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;live &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;life the way it's coming…&lt;br /&gt;You made me so strong to follow my heart&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to do everything&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-6833134985157221270?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6833134985157221270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6833134985157221270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6833134985157221270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6833134985157221270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2008/11/she.html' title='She …'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-4457240678205676964</id><published>2008-07-30T17:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:51:24.105+05:30</updated><title type='text'>single line !</title><content type='html'>One line mail can be  soothening  also... I felt that today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-4457240678205676964?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/4457240678205676964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=4457240678205676964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4457240678205676964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4457240678205676964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2008/07/single-line.html' title='single line !'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-7463567912115816445</id><published>2008-06-18T03:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-18T03:24:48.142+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What we want??</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life we become so sure of what we want ...I think that phase comes in everyone's life where everything appears crystal clear ....I have realised that rescently. As a person I think a bit too much but and then do things... but at that time also things appear like a blurr image to me. for a change ,the picture I have in front of my eyes is so beautiful and clear ...how does this happened to me.. I am wondering ..&lt;br /&gt;This gives you immence confidnece, happiness and an urge to live life... I have fallen in love with life again and again whenever I have seen or felt a THING which makes you speechless ....In my life these moments have come many times where I was amazed of whats happening...&lt;br /&gt;and I always thanked god for showing ME those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few months I have met so many new people, visited many different places , spoke on many different topics while at work or while travelling , read articles, clicked photographs ... life has so much to offer it to us ...it depends upon how you look at the things and how open you are to accpet it...It keeps offering to you in its own manner . It feels I have done a whole long journey within me. I have changed so much and done all new things which I haven't done earlier ...it may be as simple as seeing a snow fall,&lt;br /&gt;seeing daylight in north pole till 11:00 in the night ..where you surprised where is the darkeness of night??&lt;br /&gt;huge sky span...&lt;br /&gt;all colours appear ALIVE to me ..&lt;br /&gt;understood meaning of LIVING ON YOUR OWN ....&lt;br /&gt;wide difference between the place you belong to and where you come for work..&lt;br /&gt;basic food.. defination of seasons... festivals..games .. education..culture .. behaviour .. social norms...&lt;br /&gt;taking care of something..&lt;br /&gt;longing for people you love...&lt;br /&gt;different languages but conveying same feelings ...&lt;br /&gt;learned to ineteract with hand gestures ,drawing and numbers where nobody understand your language ...and still being succesful in it ..finally it works ..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how ..may be because word is not the only medium of communication..and at the end we are human beings we feel the same way for all the things ..it doesn't matter which place you belong too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-7463567912115816445?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/7463567912115816445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=7463567912115816445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7463567912115816445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7463567912115816445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-we-want.html' title='What we want??'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8034236689142804163</id><published>2008-01-28T01:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:19:48.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>kept my fingers crossed!!</title><content type='html'>STATE OF MY MIND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling light like a pleasent breeze ,&lt;br /&gt;everything is slowed down in a rhythm&lt;br /&gt;and its keeping time with my heart beat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling Happy and want to Live more&lt;br /&gt;like an innocent leaf spurring from  tree,&lt;br /&gt;urge to grow towards sunlight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so contented right now...&lt;br /&gt;with all GOOD things happening around me&lt;br /&gt;which is keeping everyone Happy&lt;br /&gt;I have kept my fingers crossed ..&lt;br /&gt;so that it should last little longer !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8034236689142804163?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8034236689142804163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8034236689142804163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8034236689142804163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8034236689142804163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2008/01/kept-my-fingers-crossed.html' title='kept my fingers crossed!!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1716199287753282577</id><published>2008-01-28T00:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:30:44.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Joining dots</title><content type='html'>Some discussions just opens up your mind and trigger many thoughts..like one dot joining the other immaterial of the distances between them ...you can make connections. suddenly we feel everything is related to each thing happens in life. nothing is without a reason. only we are unaware of the reasons behind the things. I belive in it totally!!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we just CONNECT to some people , we don't require to SPEND time with them... something makes you comfortable with them, which we can't define and forces you within to strike a conversation...we feel nice to share whatever comes to your mind with them ...because they aren't judgemental about you. they are as honest as you are AND TRYING TO understand MEANING OF YOUR CRAZIEST THOUGHT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1716199287753282577?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1716199287753282577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1716199287753282577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1716199287753282577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1716199287753282577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2008/01/joining-dots.html' title='Joining dots'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-729432819084056878</id><published>2008-01-03T13:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T13:17:59.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Melting ice</title><content type='html'>I felt hurt ...&lt;br /&gt;Pain like a crack appeared on the surface of an ice,&lt;br /&gt;which grows deeper ...&lt;br /&gt;when its exposed to sudden sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warmth destroys state of an ice&lt;br /&gt;it becomes water ...&lt;br /&gt;transperent , fluid which can't be held...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looses its solid  and tough state&lt;br /&gt;in which nothing can break him,&lt;br /&gt;but a ray of warm light is sufficient&lt;br /&gt;to finish him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the same in your presence !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-729432819084056878?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/729432819084056878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=729432819084056878' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/729432819084056878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/729432819084056878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2008/01/melting-ice.html' title='Melting ice'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-7776614943029505420</id><published>2007-12-24T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-24T16:02:16.075+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I want to...</title><content type='html'>I want to hold you close&lt;br /&gt;under the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss your smile&lt;br /&gt;and feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;looking at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of lies&lt;br /&gt;you are the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to call the stars&lt;br /&gt; down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live a day&lt;br /&gt;that never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change the world&lt;br /&gt;only for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the impossible I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-7776614943029505420?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/7776614943029505420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=7776614943029505420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7776614943029505420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7776614943029505420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-to.html' title='I want to...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-5986903310924968343</id><published>2007-12-21T15:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:47:14.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Abnormal children !!!</title><content type='html'>" Do you have a nice boyfriend ? "&lt;br /&gt;" NO "&lt;br /&gt;" Why????"&lt;br /&gt;" I just didn't find someone nice for me !!! "&lt;br /&gt;" liking someone...&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love...&lt;br /&gt;being in love ...&lt;br /&gt;falling out of love ...&lt;br /&gt;sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;pain...&lt;br /&gt;solitude...&lt;br /&gt;This is your age ..when are you going to do this ??&lt;br /&gt;and How come you just don't love someone!!!&lt;br /&gt;Something is ABNORMAL with children today!!! " &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-5986903310924968343?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/5986903310924968343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=5986903310924968343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5986903310924968343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5986903310924968343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/12/abnormal-children.html' title='Abnormal children !!!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1930624149043910512</id><published>2007-12-06T17:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:44:39.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Playing my part!!</title><content type='html'>I came here with zero expectations&lt;br /&gt;when I saw the place felt more depressed !!!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life doesn't offer you any choice&lt;br /&gt;so you have to do it&lt;br /&gt;I thought its risky&lt;br /&gt;but what isn't risky in life&lt;br /&gt;we want to play it safe always&lt;br /&gt;things which you get easily&lt;br /&gt;you don't feel excited about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I started visiting the place&lt;br /&gt;and I started liking it&lt;br /&gt;reason is I convinced myself for few things&lt;br /&gt;other than this practical learning of work&lt;br /&gt;I am learning many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting a chance to be surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;versatile, legitimate and wacky people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few who only live for themselves&lt;br /&gt;and express that through whatever they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few only work for 24X7&lt;br /&gt;beacuse they enjoy working like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few who work , play, dance&lt;br /&gt;thats how they want their life to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be experimental&lt;br /&gt;so they are away from their own country&lt;br /&gt;and want to be a part of this crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few wants to be back to their country&lt;br /&gt;and counting everyday for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they find me very lucky&lt;br /&gt;because I can roam around here&lt;br /&gt;eat whatever I want here&lt;br /&gt;meet people whom we love&lt;br /&gt;work for people whom we wish to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a change , I am not thinking&lt;br /&gt;I know I am enjoying everyday&lt;br /&gt;because its making an addition to my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through book readings in bus travel,&lt;br /&gt;making conversations with co travellers ,&lt;br /&gt;walking down an unknown street in RIZZLING winter ,&lt;br /&gt;learning different cooking ,&lt;br /&gt;watching collection of movies ,&lt;br /&gt;writing ,&lt;br /&gt;playing basketball sometimes ,&lt;br /&gt;shopping vegtable and fruits ,&lt;br /&gt;looking outside french windows ,&lt;br /&gt;going through all the details lying in bed ,&lt;br /&gt;figuring out intersting patterns ...&lt;br /&gt;on ceiling formed by street lights ,&lt;br /&gt;howling sound of wind ,&lt;br /&gt;travelling various places ,&lt;br /&gt;attending weddings ,&lt;br /&gt;writing mails and letters ,&lt;br /&gt;buying gifts whenever I feel like ,&lt;br /&gt;no botheration of next day,&lt;br /&gt;no worries,&lt;br /&gt;I know at the end , Everything will fall in place ,&lt;br /&gt;I am playing my part very well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1930624149043910512?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1930624149043910512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1930624149043910512' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1930624149043910512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1930624149043910512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/12/playing-my-part.html' title='Playing my part!!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8709077716771410017</id><published>2007-12-05T16:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-06T09:53:16.851+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what is = what happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To me doing design doesn't mean giving form to a more or less stupid product for a more or less sophisticated industry. Design  for me is a way of discussing life, sociality, politics, &lt;br /&gt;food and even design."&lt;br /&gt;where WHAT IS = WHAT HAPPENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is a faith of permanent creative restlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sottsass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8709077716771410017?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8709077716771410017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8709077716771410017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8709077716771410017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8709077716771410017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-what-happens.html' title='what is = what happens'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-442717015030482346</id><published>2007-12-03T13:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:36:06.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>nice one!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" when I am working on a problem, I never think about the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;I think only how to solve the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;problem but when I have finished &lt;br /&gt;if the solution &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;isn't beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know it is wrong "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Buckminster fuller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-442717015030482346?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/442717015030482346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=442717015030482346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/442717015030482346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/442717015030482346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/12/nice-one.html' title='nice one!!!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1866621358108885755</id><published>2007-12-03T12:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:36:55.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>single step</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A journey of thousand miles begin with a single step&lt;/strong&gt;... Lao tze , chinese philisopher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1866621358108885755?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1866621358108885755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1866621358108885755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1866621358108885755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1866621358108885755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/12/single-step.html' title='single step'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-792843521859045314</id><published>2007-12-01T10:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:56:56.944+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Esacpe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"  I don't like the thing that's happening to people "&lt;br /&gt;" What ?"&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know, but I have watched them for twenty years and I have seen the change . They used to rush through here and it was wonderful to watch , It was &lt;br /&gt;hurry of men who knew where they are going and were eager to get there.Now &lt;br /&gt;they are hurrying because they are afraid. Its not a purpose which drives them.&lt;br /&gt;Its a fear. they are not going  anywhere, they are escaping, and I don't think they&lt;br /&gt;know what is it that they want to escape. They don't look at one another. &lt;br /&gt;They jerk when brushed against. They smile too much but its an ugly kind of smiling.&lt;br /&gt;It's not joy, its pleading. I don't know  what it is that's happening to the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlas shrugged , Ayan Rand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-792843521859045314?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/792843521859045314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=792843521859045314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/792843521859045314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/792843521859045314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/11/esacpe.html' title='Esacpe'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-4970512070654265142</id><published>2007-11-28T16:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:34:21.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chennapattana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01PO762McI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aILwRECbOcY/s1600-h/HOUSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01PO762McI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aILwRECbOcY/s200/HOUSE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137849867920880066" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01Pj762MdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1HDOPcQ1Wh4/s320/P1050215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137850228698132946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to this place rescently for another craft visit. this villege is  60kms away from bangalore and famous for lacqured toys!!! very cute ones...&lt;br /&gt;in this villege colour scheme of all houses is jus the same even temples ..I dont know the reason behind it. but it looks really nice .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01Rpb62MgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gUP0xu0K1u0/s320/TEMPLES.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137852522210669058" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Temples                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01Qxr62MfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Vc4D28tnPuk/s200/coconut+idol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137851564432962034" /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Idols made out of entire coconut !!           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01SQ762MhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QkugxZMX58k/s200/P1050208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137853200815501842" /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; Bidi making is another household businees &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01ONL62MaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/a8WjmVeYs6s/s320/BUS+STOP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137848738344481186" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;This is how people travel in Chennapattana.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when i got know that we are also&lt;br /&gt;travelling by these buses. But these are THE specific&lt;br /&gt;buses which goes to another remote villages from chennapattana&lt;br /&gt; that is why ther soooo crowded !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01U8r62MkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hLdNl8qB_dU/s200/P1050217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137856151458034242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy to be clicked ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01Tp762MjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/c30W--G4Z58/s400/P1050238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137854729823859250" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Smart use of tree !!! The  person who is  repairing cycle has&lt;br /&gt;hung the cycle to the hook which is fixed to the brach of tree.&lt;br /&gt;so that he doenst have to hold the cycle. :D cool one !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01VdL62MlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hhC6tIrGCTw/s200/P1050183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137856709803782738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lacquered wooden toys !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-4970512070654265142?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/4970512070654265142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=4970512070654265142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4970512070654265142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4970512070654265142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/11/chennapattana.html' title='Chennapattana'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01PO762McI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aILwRECbOcY/s72-c/HOUSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-5137064040265457146</id><published>2007-11-28T14:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:34:21.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Designer shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01GLL62MZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-96-b5FXWOc/s1600-h/P1050098.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01FkL62MYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mh3m2OomgoM/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01FkL62MYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mh3m2OomgoM/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137839237876822402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01EVr62MXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pAkkFJEGe8A/s1600-h/P1050110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01EVr62MXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pAkkFJEGe8A/s320/P1050110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137837889257091442" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across these nice pair of shoes designed by designer edwin Pinto , Goa while roaming in Bangalore at Grasshopper , designer boutique with a nice restaurent. This place is situated on Bannerghatta road in a farm house. Nice, cozy, romantic place to relax, eat and shop which is away from city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R01DKb62MWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n5PMj4SOCFs/s320/P1050086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137836596471935330" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;open restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-5137064040265457146?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/5137064040265457146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=5137064040265457146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5137064040265457146'/><link 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type='text'>castles in the air</title><content type='html'>I want to write something but dont know what to write :) whole day of working without fruitful work is tiring !!! but I am enjoying this phase too.. &lt;br /&gt;long back when I was in school on my birthday one very dear friend of mine gave a birthday card with a message.... &lt;br /&gt;" If you have built castles in the air , No problem..everyone does .. now put fondation underneath.."&lt;br /&gt;I think the time has come now .. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8147733123689552797?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8147733123689552797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8147733123689552797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8147733123689552797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8147733123689552797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/11/castles-in-air.html' title='castles in the air'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1890202081398293502</id><published>2007-11-23T12:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:34:28.161+05:30</updated><title type='text'>fantastic collection</title><content type='html'>During my project work I met one lady who has fantastic&lt;br /&gt;collection of varoius traditional things and products she&lt;br /&gt;collected while travelling across the world. She has collcetion &lt;br /&gt;of antiques, hand fans, tops, lamps, bells, toys, paper aeroplanes,&lt;br /&gt;masks, fossils which she collceted while trekk. &lt;br /&gt;very impressive lady with varied interests !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aUob62MRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/G90aLglZRaM/s200/CIMG1275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135955847472886034" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aUF762MQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rD582_pw2e8/s200/fans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135955254767399170" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tea strainer from North East                        Various hand fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aE9762MDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9G8E-PNhwhA/s200/comb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135938624654028850" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aEYL62MCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bZYVOV2KU24/s200/CIMG1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135937976113967138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Knitted comb                                   Whistle as a pendent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aHIb62MHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/q6kHMXWsiD4/s200/CIMG1295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135941004065910898" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aWs762MSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/--t74LtIus8/s200/CIMG1282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135958123805552930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;apanese cherry top                               Fossils of sea creatures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aF2762MFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kBI0xqz2uhI/s320/lamp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135939603906572370" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aX-762MTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3gS2QbNxvfg/s200/CIMG1277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135959532554826034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carry your own lamp                         leather puppets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aHfL62MII/AAAAAAAAAGo/c7-9Ud7r234/s320/CIMG1288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135941394907934850" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is the coolest one !!                                             &lt;br /&gt;To pick up bati from lamp which we light in front of god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aJOL62MLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/e-aFo9y12bk/s200/CIMG1300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135943301873414322" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aMsr62MMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VpS7Id30myY/s200/CIMG1302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135947124394307778" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;                          &lt;span&gt;Variuos masks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aZ-L62MUI/AAAAAAAAAII/4sPaLS5AqYc/s200/CIMG1284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135961718693179714" /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aSPb62MPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kDeW1zPbnSQ/s200/CIMG1283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135953218952900850" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aeroplanes out of paper by her son          Sticks which we use to tie bun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1890202081398293502?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1890202081398293502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1890202081398293502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1890202081398293502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1890202081398293502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/11/fantastic-collection.html' title='fantastic collection'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0aUob62MRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/G90aLglZRaM/s72-c/CIMG1275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-7240946530881362342</id><published>2007-11-21T13:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:34:29.747+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bidar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0PyqL62L1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/U9AXsHdhLtI/s1600-h/whole+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0PyqL62L1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/U9AXsHdhLtI/s200/whole+view.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135214806700535634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0Ptgr62LvI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmWuxjDunFw/s200/CIMG1225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135209145933639410" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;whole view of Bidar fort where thetown is situated. Bidar is &lt;br /&gt;famous for Bidriware craft and many historical monuments..&lt;br /&gt;It is in Karnataka state and on the border of Andhra pradesh and Maharashtra. It was my one day trip to Bidar from bangalore &lt;br /&gt;which took 16 hours by road. I have seen  two kannad and one&lt;br /&gt;tamil movies in the bus journey.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0PxWr62LyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8vlL01XwO-w/s200/CIMG1199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135213372181458722" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0PsiL62LtI/AAAAAAAAADU/Egl3OFmoiX4/s200/remains.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135208072191815378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0P0ur62L2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/pB_CFp2q0bw/s200/CIMG1246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135217083033202530" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0UNfb62L7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ljyQqELbX7s/s200/CIMG1228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135525783807602610" /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;          Gurudwara                                 Inside bidar fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0UK8b62L4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YNYn7W2D8wA/s200/DSC03878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135522983488925570" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0ULor62L5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/JQc7FvYwMfc/s200/hukka.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135523743698136978" /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0UTEr62L9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t15vFT8x6FE/s200/DSC03981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135531921315868626" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0UrAr62MAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7AtSw5itKJ0/s200/DSC03971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135558240875458562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bidri craft with zinc + copper metal and silver inlay.   This is 500 year old craft used to make sword covers , containers, &lt;br /&gt;   spitoons, pandan, trays, basins etc for royal families. Bidriware is&lt;br /&gt;   has large influence of mughal architecture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-7240946530881362342?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/7240946530881362342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=7240946530881362342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7240946530881362342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7240946530881362342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/11/bidar.html' title='Bidar'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/R0PyqL62L1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/U9AXsHdhLtI/s72-c/whole+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8032236471529221941</id><published>2007-11-21T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:54:31.461+05:30</updated><title type='text'>cigarettes !!!</title><content type='html'>"I like cigarettes...&lt;br /&gt; I like to think about fire in man's hand. Fire, a dangerous force, tamed at his finger  tips. I often wonder about the hours when a man sits alone watching the smoke of  cigarette. THINKING.I wonder what great things have come from such hours. When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive in his mind - and it is proper that he should have the burning point of a cigarette as his one expression."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlas shrugged, Ayn Rand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8032236471529221941?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8032236471529221941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8032236471529221941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8032236471529221941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8032236471529221941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/11/cigarettes.html' title='cigarettes !!!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-3988151242817942059</id><published>2007-11-12T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T15:08:23.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY  :D</title><content type='html'>I am feeling very light.... and HAPPY happy HAPPY happy HAPPY :D &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I am surrouded by such good people who make you feel very special and extraordinary. After tallking to them you feel..there are no PROBLEMS though problems actually exists and needs lot of courage to fight. you get strength and positive enrgy to do your work properly by beliving in yourself, making your own decisions and considering every opportunity is the stepping stone for next one. you will find connection in everything happended to you. everything feels happy and cheerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-3988151242817942059?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/3988151242817942059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=3988151242817942059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3988151242817942059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3988151242817942059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-d.html' title='HAPPY  :D'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-7870479616262442168</id><published>2007-08-03T19:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:39:45.247+05:30</updated><title type='text'>who is more confused??</title><content type='html'>few days before in the night me and navdeep had a serious  discussion about WHO IS MORE CONFUSED AMNGST US....me or navdeep and the ANSWER IS.......................WE DON'T KNOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-7870479616262442168?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/7870479616262442168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=7870479616262442168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7870479616262442168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7870479616262442168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-is-more-confused.html' title='who is more confused??'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-3199755012220921388</id><published>2007-07-28T17:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:50:17.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I happened to read this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-3199755012220921388?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/3199755012220921388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=3199755012220921388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3199755012220921388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3199755012220921388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-989925672489734377</id><published>2007-07-26T22:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:18:12.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At this moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am sure , I am growing old now. This place made me very emotional and extra sensitive.I don't know whether it is good or bad but someone or the other is getting affected because of that change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arpit is a regular sufferer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Small change like not able to concentrate on work ...irritates me like anything. Why we all feel so insecure about our future. I find it funny that in life all things are dependent on each other. if one goes wrong in the chain...it affects everything... then we try to console ourselves by saying " Its destiny"...How untrue is that putting all blame on DESTINY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate people who take you for granted and i hate myself more that I can't say NO to them.Its been years happening the same, no change at all " In this nature of mine".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still dont know what I am going to do in my diploma project &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or when I am going to complete my two pending major projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when will I FEEL homesick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when will I gain my lost confidence again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How to convince myself for the the statement like" Belive in yourself "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How to avoid people ( wanted and unwanted too..) without hurting them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;forget about helping society....How to help myself so that things will fall in place for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is so difficult to take decisions in your life and be responsible for them,easy way out is to follow somebody else's word..In this case you can blame SOMEONE else along with destiny ...like I find love marriage is difficult for me than arranged marriage ...whatever your parents say ....just say "YES" to it and thats all !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whats more important ??? to do what your heart says to do or to do what situation wants from you...keeping aside your demands from life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please teach me how to give FULL STOP to things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont want to be generous anymore...tired of selfishness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to give two slaps to those who crib at every stage of life and want to show them other side of the world where life is not LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never missed a single chance to get wet in the rain but for the first time in this monsoon I didn't even think about it. I don't want to miss these small pleasures of life which makes life exciting, otherwise everyday is the same and everything becomes a routine after a point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know how to be PASSIONATE in life about work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At this moment I have only questions and no answers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-989925672489734377?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/989925672489734377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=989925672489734377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/989925672489734377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/989925672489734377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-this-moment.html' title='At this moment'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8632237597977440152</id><published>2007-07-20T15:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:34:30.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In the mood for love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/RqChMenIu9I/AAAAAAAAACc/TK0UB9xi2A8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089244814676376530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/RqChMenIu9I/AAAAAAAAACc/TK0UB9xi2A8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Past is something which you can see and can't touch..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the movie &lt;strong&gt;In the mood for love&lt;/strong&gt; which I saw in audi yesterday. Beautifully made simple love story( actually its about an extra -marital affair)  by director Wong kar-wai. Amazing shots. Camera work is GOOD through out the movie, where every simple gesture, every scene is worth seeing. I loved costumes and whole look of the actress Maggie Cheung. In short, dont't miss chance to see this movie.&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/1719844910255531283-8632237597977440152?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8632237597977440152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8632237597977440152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8632237597977440152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8632237597977440152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-mood-for-love.html' title='In the mood for love'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/RqChMenIu9I/AAAAAAAAACc/TK0UB9xi2A8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-2801086769295420392</id><published>2007-07-16T23:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:10:43.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bike rides</title><content type='html'>I enjoy sitting behind on bike in fulllllllllll speed with closed eyes. let rider keep performing his duty and you enjoy speeeeeeeed with closed eyes. I feel light like feather and scared inside ...at the same time because you can't see anything. but its a lot of fun. yesterday Mr. G ( guy who has cutest dimples in the campus) took me on a bike ride to a bridge. I dont know the name of the bridge,but the view from that bridge is really good. I went there for the first time. Nice place !!! Thanks to Mr. G....I really wanted to go on a bike ride :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have special memories of bike rides in NID, though I haven't visited much of the places...but one place I miss a lot is the ride to Indira bridge. I think that whole journey was amazing with THE GANG.I missing those rides yaar !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-2801086769295420392?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/2801086769295420392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=2801086769295420392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2801086769295420392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2801086769295420392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/07/bike-rides.html' title='Bike rides'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6493076593582019095</id><published>2007-07-14T12:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:34:31.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crazy  things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO DO NOW ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph4xenIu1I/AAAAAAAAABc/z3lDhcSxdhI/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086948570541112146" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph4xenIu1I/AAAAAAAAABc/z3lDhcSxdhI/s200/8.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph46OnIu2I/AAAAAAAAABk/qAov1ivryYU/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086948720864967522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph46OnIu2I/AAAAAAAAABk/qAov1ivryYU/s200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph5h-nIu4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/cu0nJwCmF7c/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086949403764767618" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="183" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph5h-nIu4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/cu0nJwCmF7c/s200/11.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph5TunIu3I/AAAAAAAAABs/XXgirTmnh8s/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086949158951631730" style="WIDTH: 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph3GunIuxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nutkgB3-uZU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086946736590076690" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph3GunIuxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nutkgB3-uZU/s200/4.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph28unIuwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fJEm7QLyOBM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086946564791384834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph28unIuwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fJEm7QLyOBM/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1719844910255531283-6493076593582019095?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6493076593582019095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6493076593582019095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6493076593582019095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6493076593582019095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/07/crazy-things.html' title='Crazy  things'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rph4xenIu1I/AAAAAAAAABc/z3lDhcSxdhI/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-3538540656079632682</id><published>2007-07-10T17:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:06:11.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My brand new laptop</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share this news ....THAT MY LAPTOP FELL FROM SHELF AND IT GOT CRACKED!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;what worst can happen at this point of time..I just brought it a month before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-3538540656079632682?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/3538540656079632682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=3538540656079632682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3538540656079632682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3538540656079632682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-brand-new-laptop.html' title='My brand new laptop'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-3572191025521105963</id><published>2007-07-10T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:02:23.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its raining here ..finally :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I loveeee watching rains, sitting near window and doing nothing...simply watching outside :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel deeply connected with the rain. whole atmosphere changes and it feels like ...he is showing his feelings with lightening, rain drops, thundering, green leaves, clean roads, paper boats... everything around is so fresh like a new born baby..Rain fills liveness in a person and in any object. whole point of view changes when its associated with rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-3572191025521105963?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/3572191025521105963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=3572191025521105963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3572191025521105963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3572191025521105963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-raining-here-finally.html' title='Its raining here ..finally :)'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-5759866825448007806</id><published>2007-06-29T22:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:36:24.597+05:30</updated><title type='text'>view on colour</title><content type='html'>" &lt;strong&gt;CLOSE YOUR EYES AND DREAM IN MONOCOLOUR&lt;/strong&gt;" ....loved the line from book called view on colour in kmc. I was thinking actually how will dreams appear to us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-5759866825448007806?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/5759866825448007806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=5759866825448007806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5759866825448007806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5759866825448007806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/06/view-on-colour.html' title='view on colour'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-526858856107646851</id><published>2007-06-22T16:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:26:23.999+05:30</updated><title type='text'>sleepless</title><content type='html'>sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;endless thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think&lt;br /&gt;where things  went wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep wondering&lt;br /&gt;will ever things go right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to write more&lt;br /&gt;words aren't sufficient....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to find more ways&lt;br /&gt;to express myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see anything&lt;br /&gt;everything is blurred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only moist eyes&lt;br /&gt;with warm tears...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-526858856107646851?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/526858856107646851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=526858856107646851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/526858856107646851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/526858856107646851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleepless.html' title='sleepless'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-3086677757617802106</id><published>2007-06-07T12:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:42:24.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>be with yourself</title><content type='html'>wherever you go,&lt;br /&gt;wherever you stay,&lt;br /&gt;There is always a place for &lt;strong&gt;'&lt;em&gt; You'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will find it out some or the other way,&lt;br /&gt;where you feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are still &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not just&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Existing&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be&lt;br /&gt;chaos all around,&lt;br /&gt;lot of conversations,&lt;br /&gt;many people,&lt;br /&gt;daylight,&lt;br /&gt;ringing phone,&lt;br /&gt;chirping birds,&lt;br /&gt;honking horns of vehicles,&lt;br /&gt;known unknown faces...&lt;br /&gt;but  you will still feel comfortable&lt;br /&gt;by just sitting in your corner &amp;amp; be with yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-3086677757617802106?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/3086677757617802106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=3086677757617802106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3086677757617802106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/3086677757617802106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-with-yourself.html' title='be with yourself'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-618447969547173150</id><published>2007-05-29T20:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:38:36.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Don't get sentimental about your project, you will not be able to do justice to it.stay out of it and try to look at it from a different person's point of view!! you might get the answers for all your questions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-618447969547173150?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/618447969547173150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=618447969547173150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/618447969547173150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/618447969547173150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-4740485845681355286</id><published>2007-05-27T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-27T12:11:00.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>Waiting for something is crucial..&lt;br /&gt;what to do to kill "THE" time &lt;br /&gt;its just not passing &lt;br /&gt;whenever I have time,&lt;br /&gt;whenever I pass through that street,&lt;br /&gt;whenever I look at those papers, &lt;br /&gt;thoughts pop up in mind&lt;br /&gt;which are unable to control&lt;br /&gt;they continue popping...&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me a lot&lt;br /&gt;because of my helplessness&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;other than just looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of my mind, &lt;br /&gt;I can only think of “Miracle"&lt;br /&gt;And I am waiting for that NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-4740485845681355286?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/4740485845681355286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=4740485845681355286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4740485845681355286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4740485845681355286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/05/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6512906309529831754</id><published>2007-05-25T11:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:24:30.775+05:30</updated><title type='text'>small things count!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did something, which I did it after a long time. Its a nice feeling to do something for people whom you love. I was very HaApPy :D ...Small things makes life worth while, smaller incidents have big impact on your mind...like it could be someone saying a line to u, holding your hand, doing something for you, helping you or a simple kiss on your cheek…means a lot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-6512906309529831754?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6512906309529831754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6512906309529831754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6512906309529831754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6512906309529831754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/05/small-things-count.html' title='small things count!!'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-5044367330223861521</id><published>2007-05-25T10:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:40:06.938+05:30</updated><title type='text'>don't want to work...</title><content type='html'>I just want to do something else than WORK…its just not happening man!!! I wasted one whole month after my jury…what to do…I am doing everything from eating nice food to watching movies but still that feeling of completing work  is not coming from within. I want to go somewhere else but not back to home...I am just avoiding to go there..I want change in place..maybe I should go to Himalaya’s now… :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-5044367330223861521?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/5044367330223861521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=5044367330223861521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5044367330223861521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/5044367330223861521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-want-to-work.html' title='don&apos;t want to work...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-796665038629881557</id><published>2007-05-18T18:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:34:31.904+05:30</updated><title type='text'>way back into love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rk2tR7FJsgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RQQNgF-aEQ8/s1600-h/280714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rk2tR7FJsgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RQQNgF-aEQ8/s320/280714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065895679290356226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I saw “Music and lyrics" starring Hugh grant, Drew Barrymore and I loved the song which they sing together. This beautiful song is sung by Hugh grant and Haley Bennett. In a true sense... good music and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked few dialogues too...&lt;br /&gt;“Melody is like seeing someone for the first time, physical attraction...&lt;br /&gt;then as you get to know the person that’s lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;The story who they are underneath.&lt;br /&gt;Its the combination of two that makes the magic.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way Back Into Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-796665038629881557?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/796665038629881557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=796665038629881557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/796665038629881557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/796665038629881557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/05/way-back-into-love.html' title='way back into love...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/Rk2tR7FJsgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RQQNgF-aEQ8/s72-c/280714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6960245593385295850</id><published>2007-05-13T18:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:39:37.427+05:30</updated><title type='text'>don't  want to be the last one :(</title><content type='html'>I didn't do anything after my 4th sem jury(23rd april) till date.Lot of work is pending.I am only thinking...giving "goodbye's" to everyone around,who finished their work and left back to their homes. I am still waiting here..doing nothing...only tried to finish one of the documents because of a deadline. now it seems there is no deadline set for myself..previously it was by course and jury structure. It seems everything is calm down, no hurry to go anywhere or make portfolio or to apply to any companies. I am not in a mood to do anything.Every moment I am forcing myself to work because I do not want to be the last one staying here to finish work without my classmates. Its so much fun to be with them and woking in our own studio, consulting each other with support and doing "masti" with 'jaaneman','bhopla' at any hour of day or night. simply chatting with each other, watching romantic films, sharing things, creating the whole 'story' behind our every major project...that "whole experience" is amazing, which I am doubtful whether I will ever get to.... :) &lt;br /&gt;I am still not serious about this thing called " pending work". One of my classmate is already left for home. we 10 are here, that number will soon decrease and boiled down to zero and nobody wants to be the last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-6960245593385295850?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6960245593385295850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6960245593385295850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6960245593385295850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6960245593385295850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-want-to-be-last-one.html' title='don&apos;t  want to be the last one :('/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1180759745713604364</id><published>2007-05-11T20:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:11:16.985+05:30</updated><title type='text'>swinging tree</title><content type='html'>I want to go high and high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;want to sit on a swing tied on banyan tree&lt;br /&gt;and see the sky, birds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather used to do this for me when I was a kid.He made a place with branches for me to sit and eat on a mango tree in our farm.I miss those days...&lt;br /&gt;Roaming in fields,&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in well, &lt;br /&gt;Living in a hut with cows, buffalows,hens,dogs,goats...&lt;br /&gt;Eating hot food which my mother used to carry in a weaved basket on her head... our entire family used to eat together...&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping under moonlit skies in fields,&lt;br /&gt;Collecting all possible things from stone,feathers,dry flowers,wild berries to home along with 5-10 liters of milk cans...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes going back to home in village by bullock cart or &lt;br /&gt;on the back of buffalow...&lt;br /&gt;having roasted peanuts and 'papad' as evening snack and a glass of fresh milk...&lt;br /&gt;singing 'bhajans' and playing 'lezim' in the evening with old men&lt;br /&gt;listening to stories of crops, fields, gods and their routine farmer's life...&lt;br /&gt;being curious about 'mela' which happens once in a year&lt;br /&gt;and looking forward for summer vacations to go back to my village..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1180759745713604364?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1180759745713604364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1180759745713604364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1180759745713604364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1180759745713604364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/05/swinging-tree.html' title='swinging tree'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-2379838764163977236</id><published>2007-04-28T18:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:57:12.925+05:30</updated><title type='text'>designers...</title><content type='html'>Saying "You can"&lt;br /&gt;not " you must"&lt;br /&gt;the difference &lt;br /&gt;between a&lt;br /&gt;contemporary,&lt;br /&gt;approach which,&lt;br /&gt;values the,&lt;br /&gt;Individual&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;conservative or&lt;br /&gt;ideological&lt;br /&gt;approach which &lt;br /&gt;denies the Individual...  Philippe starck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Designers should read about everything except design."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-2379838764163977236?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/2379838764163977236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=2379838764163977236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2379838764163977236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2379838764163977236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/04/designers.html' title='designers...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-890489090903434848</id><published>2007-04-27T20:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:34:14.057+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I found...</title><content type='html'>This is something which I wrote during internship in Delhi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 25 years of my life...I found many things, many people....&lt;br /&gt;who affected my life and made me the way I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gave realization to my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;held my hand when I was unable to stand,&lt;br /&gt;taught me to speak, what my heart says&lt;br /&gt;made me bold enough to face circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they taught me to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;how to express myself without words,&lt;br /&gt;how to bring smile on others face...&lt;br /&gt;they took me to the places I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed me how to keep faith&lt;br /&gt;when you are shattered&lt;br /&gt;how to believe in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;not to take people for granted,&lt;br /&gt;being little extra careful while talking to people,&lt;br /&gt;so that you don't hurt them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how to grasp lessons from nature&lt;br /&gt;how to keep eyes wide open to understand,&lt;br /&gt;without speaking a word&lt;br /&gt;to convey your feelings from heart&lt;br /&gt;to believe in dreams and work towards them&lt;br /&gt;and to be a good human being&lt;br /&gt;and many things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we learn so much from small incidents which we generally forget...&lt;br /&gt;But time always make an effort to teach us that every single thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still there are many pages where nothing was written ....&lt;br /&gt;Few tear drops...&lt;br /&gt;and they taught me to read between the lines and empty pages..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-890489090903434848?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/890489090903434848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=890489090903434848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/890489090903434848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/890489090903434848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-found.html' title='I found...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-4775375352604350223</id><published>2007-04-25T14:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:20:09.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My hostel room :((</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am totally hating it...I dont want to shift somewhere else from the hostel. I am missing my room already..senti ho gayi hoon...Why man why???? we have to vacate the hostel...white wash kya issi saal karana tha?? It took around 1-2 months to get adjusted my self in my single room( I really get scared of staying alone but josh me aake I chose to stay alone in 3rd sem &amp; 4th sem..slowly I strated liking it) till that time I forced myself on N &amp;amp; R as their third roomie for god kows how many days.... later to A and gave company to people whose roomies were not their..(basicaly all excuses)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I totally love my room...and sketches of celvin and hobbs in the room (whoever has done befor I shift to that room..good sketches), my pin up board, photos, quotes, date cards, poems...view from my balcony, huge neem tree in front of it, cool breeze which comes to my room only...sweet sound of wind chimes which I brought it from Law garden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stayed there for two years with my classmates , friends..n did many things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;late night talks, maggi, millenium coffee ( I hardly did that...but many times gave company to my friends..) sitting near middle gate, backfields, chatting under staircase of A- hostel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sitting n reading books on A-hostel staircase( third floor) gazing at stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;view of sabarmati in monsoon, mess, sitting on recliners near reck room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;celebrating birthdays near A- hostel,UFO, throwing water, late night chats from passage to across all the floors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;giving food to friends, scaring people in the room by entering to their rooms from balcony, midnight singing n playing guitar, late night garba n urge to dance on those tunes till u r tired....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one thing I hate is I really get concious while dancing but I really made a lot of effort to learn garba with teacher like Arpit ...Garba in the backfields...those whole 9 days with preperation from buying garba clothes to finishing assignments as fast as possible, praying for 8-o clock so that insti gets shut and we get more time for dance ..diya dance...whole atmosphere with other people visiting , clicking lots of snaps, dancing with faculties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;going to gym with mandal n jogging in the backfields...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whole night singing n sharing sessions.... bun maska @ paldi char rasta at 4 in the morning, going to Adalaj from their only...coz it was ful moon night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;making crazy plans at 10 in the night that we will leave to Pawagadh by 12 n start patao people for that...n number of times Mocha plans and movie sessions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;washing pile of clothes late night in the laundry room, chatting in cyber cafe near hostel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;doing every possible crazy thing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its like a whole new world aloof from world outside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I enjoyed it totally...n I want to live this again n again with the people around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-4775375352604350223?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/4775375352604350223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=4775375352604350223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4775375352604350223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/4775375352604350223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-hostel-room.html' title='My hostel room :(('/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8007610146702391025</id><published>2007-04-25T14:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:17:40.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>something good</title><content type='html'>"Grown ups never understnad anything for themselves and it it tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them."&lt;br /&gt; Antoine de saint exupery ( The little prince)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8007610146702391025?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8007610146702391025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8007610146702391025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8007610146702391025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8007610146702391025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/04/something-good.html' title='something good'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6395543528340589092</id><published>2007-04-13T21:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:40:28.615+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Keep smilng :)</title><content type='html'>Few days back I was  sitting in KMC and trying to work&lt;br /&gt;looking at my face, someone told me " Smile while working"&lt;br /&gt;Things will resolve automatically for you.&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness will give way to ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a bad mood; but these words were enough to console me..&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a small school going kid, who is confused, irritated and don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;This incident reminded me another comment passed by one of my closest friend when we meet for the first time..&lt;br /&gt;he said that when I am serious , it appears as if something is seriously wrong with me... so smile ..It costs nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" You cry and you cry alone... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you smile and whole world will smile with you.."&lt;/strong&gt;   V.P.Kale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-6395543528340589092?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6395543528340589092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6395543528340589092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6395543528340589092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6395543528340589092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/04/keep-smilng.html' title='Keep smilng :)'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8581121832303464082</id><published>2007-04-12T19:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:37:40.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Few people make the world better, just by being in it..&lt;br /&gt;which is so true...&lt;br /&gt;you feel so nice and comfortable with them...&lt;br /&gt;sharing whatever your heart says without hesitations and insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;you want to be with them,&lt;br /&gt;in their ups and downs..&lt;br /&gt;you become happy with them and suffer in their problems...&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder ...&lt;br /&gt;How come we get so involved with someone..&lt;br /&gt;that their every small thing matters to you&lt;br /&gt;their exams, aspirations, love life, family and what not&lt;br /&gt;your world just revolves around them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8581121832303464082?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/8581121832303464082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=8581121832303464082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8581121832303464082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/8581121832303464082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/04/few-people.html' title='Few people'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-7731842363978638380</id><published>2007-04-12T00:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:16:01.075+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Whatever is in my mind is always differs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;when it becomes reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I start with something else in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;but ends with something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;You can't decide everything in life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Few things just happens when you are busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;in doing something else  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-7731842363978638380?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/7731842363978638380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=7731842363978638380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7731842363978638380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/7731842363978638380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-mind.html' title='My mind'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-2773463785995732701</id><published>2007-04-09T19:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:28:21.132+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For LAD 05</title><content type='html'>Design is modest and not too grandiose on scale...&lt;br /&gt;not too logical in form.....&lt;br /&gt;a reasonable compromise between beauty and utility,&lt;br /&gt;neither overstressing&lt;br /&gt;beauty till it degenerates into ornament,&lt;br /&gt;nor over stressing utility till it becomes&lt;br /&gt;bare and hard.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-2773463785995732701?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/2773463785995732701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=2773463785995732701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2773463785995732701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/2773463785995732701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-lad-05.html' title='For LAD 05'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-6674830561464945261</id><published>2007-04-01T03:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-01T03:53:25.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I like...</title><content type='html'>I like the way you smile at me,&lt;br /&gt;and in return I smile at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you talk to others,&lt;br /&gt;and I enjoy watching you engrossed in discussions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you do your work,&lt;br /&gt;so involved that you are unaware of my presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you make your presence felt&lt;br /&gt;and my unsuccessful attempt of neglecting it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-6674830561464945261?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/6674830561464945261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=6674830561464945261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6674830561464945261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/6674830561464945261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like.html' title='I like...'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-803321775845636027</id><published>2007-03-27T22:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:16:58.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>current state :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My current state of mind ...&lt;br /&gt;?....??..???.......????...??.. ??...???&lt;br /&gt;many thoughts running in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Actually one can make animation movie&lt;br /&gt;out of it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE SPARK &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is needed to start my project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for an apple to fall&lt;br /&gt;on my head,&lt;br /&gt;Last time it fell when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEWTON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sat&lt;br /&gt;under an apple tree&lt;br /&gt;and he stated " Law of gravity" ....... &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current state :( ( part II)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When "A" read my blog ..she wrote few lines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; which I have mentioned below..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HaHa &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt; I was planning to write something on MY current state of mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you stole my lines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the rate at which I am going right now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;forget Newton&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm willing to do a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Archimedes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-803321775845636027?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/803321775845636027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=803321775845636027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/803321775845636027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/803321775845636027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/03/current-state.html' title='current state :('/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-1040146307531414749</id><published>2007-03-24T14:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:45:53.368+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't say &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt; when you want to say &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say&lt;strong&gt; NO&lt;/strong&gt; when you want to say &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-1040146307531414749?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/feeds/1040146307531414749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1719844910255531283&amp;postID=1040146307531414749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1040146307531414749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1719844910255531283/posts/default/1040146307531414749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratimakhadke.blogspot.com/2007/03/fact.html' title='Fact'/><author><name>Pratima Khadke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317472723318473300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TD_xtp2wOOE/SfWWEYKRi6I/AAAAAAAAEo8/_1wAt-T-YXM/S220/pratima1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1719844910255531283.post-8437318334363305643</id><published>2007-03-24T14:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:40:27.608+05:30</updated><title type='text'>let it go</title><content type='html'>Time is flying&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to capture any moment&lt;br /&gt;Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to carry anything with me&lt;br /&gt;not a single memory&lt;br /&gt;not a single person...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1719844910255531283-8437318334363305643?l=pratimakhadke.blogspot.com' alt='' 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