<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804</id><updated>2011-12-01T22:54:28.306+05:30</updated><category term='Tag'/><category term='Photo post'/><category term='Astro physics'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Book review'/><category term='new technology'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Flower Pics'/><category term='Blog-A-Ton posts'/><category term='science fiction'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='55 fiction'/><category term='Short story'/><title type='text'>A Simple Story</title><subtitle type='html'>A wild thinking about life by Pra...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-77194324557596769</id><published>2011-07-16T20:32:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:33:42.504+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                             "It's not my life! I am living somebody Else's life!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;font color="#990000"&gt;What this line suggests you? What I will be writing around such a line?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;        1) Some fiction story with memory loss...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;        2) Fiction about death of a person giving responsibilities of life to someone causing drastic change in his life....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;         3) Some kind of a science fiction using non-existent weired ideas of many dimensions....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;         4) Some magic or fairy story of the different world containing all different species like vampires, wizards, ghosts, goblins, dragons etc...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;         5) I can even write a non fiction giving ideas about managing your life successfully by using this Mantra!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;         6) This will be very ideal opening line for a spiritual book as well...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;But NO! I am not going to write anything like that. Not at least now in this post. (As all ideas are stored in my brain, I can't guaranty about the next post anyway!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;     Today I am going to write about some simple facts that I learned about life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;You get the life you deserve. There is no such thing as somebody else's life. Life gives you all the choices to make from time to time. You yourself choose the alternative as per your thinking and your nature. So... The life you get is of your choice and your making! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;      The situation sometimes compels you to make certain choices which could be seen as fate. But the chances life gives you are designed such that it will give you what you lack in yourself. It will teach you , enrich you with experiences and develop your personality. If you have decided on some path to take in your life and some how you chose the totally different /opposite path, it means you are attracted more towards the life on the other side of the road. You need to get those experiences to enrich your life to the other higher stage of life. All kinds of experiences are necessary in your life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;     Yes , I was thinking about my life as somebody else's life. Even now sometimes I feel that this is not my life! But next moment shows me how all the experiences in this life which I chose for myself  without planning and knowing why I chose it ; gave me... All the dimensions it had added to my life which I  had never thought before that they existed in world...And I will surely give up the life I was thinking I would lead someday! My one lifespan is very short to absorb all those things life is offering me....teaching me! Is this the 'KARMA YOGA' of my own I am experiencing? Or is it the fate I am accepting without complaint and with logic of my own?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Many times I ask question that why was I compelled to make a particular choice and not any other to fate. But I should not be asking this question to the fate,because fate will not answer to me. But if I aks this question to myself then I will get many asnwers to this question which will satisfy my quest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;     I am not satisfied with my life  yet. I still have some paths I want to take which I don't know if my choices will permit me or not. I might not be satisfied with the life I got with my choices but I am trying to get all I could from them. I know some times I could have made a mistake in making choices but that is what  I could have chewed at the time... Other choice could have been something I couldn't have handled and that is what really matters.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#660000"&gt;    Yes...I am happy with my life and my choices as they are now! Aren't you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3588541556986384804-77194324557596769?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/77194324557596769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=77194324557596769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/77194324557596769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/77194324557596769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2011/07/lifes-choices.html' title='Life&apos;s Choices'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-190486052696164962</id><published>2011-04-25T21:41:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:33:16.071+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Railway station</title><content type='html'>After a very very long time she had come to this place. She never thought she was so closely related to this place. Yesterday when she was cleaning her closet she found the photograph of this place taken long back. Then she couldn't stop herself visiting this place. The longing was so strong!&lt;br /&gt;'The Railway station'! How this place had become so important to her? Not only important, it had a mysterious outline to it in her memories. Many memories were such when she was not travelling by the train but just had come there to visit someone. She had discovered someone who had found the privacy in the crowd of this station. She was totally stumped by the idea when she first heard of it. But now she could see so many aspects she hadn't seen that time to this idea!&lt;br /&gt;She had done something that day, that was totally out of character, when she had gathered the courage to tell him that she loved him! The totally unconditional love. He had reciprocated the emotion and had taken her to the station. The place where he used to go often to fulfill his passion of looking at passing by trains and the place where you would be alone with so many people passing by without giving you any thought or the second look! That day here at this place she had found totally new world of experiences and the totally different perspective to look at the life!&lt;br /&gt;At this station she had learned to be anonymous. Making herself sparse when she was not included in the talk. On this station she had seen her Idol getting on the train and going away like totally different person, leaving her alone to think about the life and her idealism in different light!&lt;br /&gt;The station has changed so much but it still had it's original aura of fullness and satisfaction. This place just represented her life. All hustle and bustle of catching some fast trains. Some slow movements to be on the train in general and sometimes just holding the ground to let some trains pass by without any interruptions. So many emotions to be confronted by each passing passenger.&lt;br /&gt;Yes she loved this place. She had visited so many stations in her life. Each had a  different memory attached to it. But this station had a really very special place in her heart and life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-190486052696164962?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/190486052696164962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=190486052696164962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/190486052696164962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/190486052696164962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2011/04/railway-station.html' title='The Railway station'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-2883686605851050113</id><published>2011-04-18T17:48:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:40:55.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqj8xAQDJ8Q/TayLdqne5YI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tlExrhPXT_Y/s1600/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqj8xAQDJ8Q/TayLdqne5YI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tlExrhPXT_Y/s320/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597001778687042946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am writing this post after a long time. I have &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;changed the picture on my profile as well... Want to know WHY? Then you have to be patient and read on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can give any no. of excuses for not writing so long. But the real reason was I needed time. I needed to think badly about my writing and what I really wanted to do with my blog!                                                 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I started blogging I was thrilled. I learned and experienced so many things in such a short period of time. I started writing in new formats like 55 fiction, tags etc. I started to write witty remarks and made so many friends! But somehow in the process I lost myself!                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blogging is very addictive. You have to write everyday. The pressure of writing, to be read and to get lots of comments is tremendous. Yet you have to write creatively. You have to produce new ideas and most of all you have to satisfy yourself with it! Which I lost completely. I was really very unhappy with my writing. It didn't feel like my passion to me anymore. So I stopped writing a Blog.                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today I changed the picture to a mirror. I feel my writing is like mirror to me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdrV1PupXHM/TayKRc03FBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/8Z212JVdujI/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdrV1PupXHM/TayKRc03FBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/8Z212JVdujI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597000469314999314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows me my real image. Sometimes ugly...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XstqMFZBbnI/TayKoy3CaNI/AAAAAAAAAck/Xqk6ivXOEaw/s1600/imagesCA2ONKBC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XstqMFZBbnI/TayKoy3CaNI/AAAAAAAAAck/Xqk6ivXOEaw/s320/imagesCA2ONKBC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597000870366701778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes beautiful&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GH-sgeBL24/TayK3k6r6YI/AAAAAAAAAcs/B9nacM52nzs/s1600/imagesCAAA7LR8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GH-sgeBL24/TayK3k6r6YI/AAAAAAAAAcs/B9nacM52nzs/s320/imagesCAAA7LR8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597001124321945986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes even illusive or misguided.....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ETs3U89APRk/TayLN7N0JHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/pCY4OWJCK-0/s1600/imagesCAQ216W3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ETs3U89APRk/TayLN7N0JHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/pCY4OWJCK-0/s320/imagesCAQ216W3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597001508264879218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still it is me! Different, expansive virtual me!                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So now I am going to write this blog with different perspective and with more knowledgeable; mature mind! It is going to be my mirror as I like it to be. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqj8xAQDJ8Q/TayLdqne5YI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tlExrhPXT_Y/s1600/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqj8xAQDJ8Q/TayLdqne5YI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tlExrhPXT_Y/s320/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597001778687042946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-2883686605851050113?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/2883686605851050113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=2883686605851050113' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2883686605851050113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2883686605851050113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2011/04/mirror.html' title='The Mirror'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqj8xAQDJ8Q/TayLdqne5YI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tlExrhPXT_Y/s72-c/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-3544121865976139523</id><published>2010-08-03T00:12:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:20:47.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Best friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/TFe2S231PLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x0FagUE1qK4/s1600/imagesCAZ45GMX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501065904939941042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/TFe2S231PLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x0FagUE1qK4/s320/imagesCAZ45GMX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is for the contest "FRIENDS FOREVER" by Blogadda. For more posts visit- &lt;br /&gt;http://blog.blogadda.com/2010/07/28/friends-forever-friendship-day-2010-contest&lt;br /&gt;I have not being writing for a very long time! And what could be a better opportunity to start writing again than a friendship day? Writing about the person who taught me to read,(Not a,b,c,d... kind! Reading books, understanding books, reading the persons and so on...T hat kind of reading!!) constantly inspired me to write and in a way who is the major influence on me to make me a person I am now!&lt;br /&gt;Many things define one as a person! One of the major things that defined my life is my friendship with Gauri. I am at the stage of life where I do not believe anyone or anything very easily but I do not question them as well... Friendship is very hard to find and impossible to maintain. And I am going to write about the stage when I used to question a lot, believed everything that came my way and made friends with each and everyone who passed my way. Strange how life changes... We change...&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with the concept of parallel worlds recently and I know that I and Gauri had shared and still are sharing a beautiful world of our own! I can see all my life events like now and then .I can see the different outcomes of my behaviour than I had expected and all that is related directly to her as she had shown me this perception!!&lt;br /&gt;"I have brought something for you." Gauri told me as she handed something in my hand. "What is it?" I asked her instead of seeing what she has given me. "Don't ask questions.Just see it!" She gestured to the paper she had given me.It was a very white envelope containing two papers of a latter pad of faint brown colour. A poem of 'Amitoj' named 'Kanch ke Gilas!' (The glass vessels ) This is the difference between me and Gauri. She does everything so neatly even gracefully which I adore a lot but I am a very untidy clumsy person, even a bit lazy at that! She has not only written a poem and poet but has written a date on which she has given it to me! I read that poem and I was shattered. I didn't gave any reply to her. Which was very unlike me. "I loved this poem when I read it and I thought you would like it too.Didn't you like it?" Gauri asked me but I didn't answer her! An awkward silence fell in the room. Our friendship was based on the differences between us so we used to fight a lot we used to call it argument anyway. But that day it was different! (The poem was about two friends who didn't remain friends with passing time!) "Say something!" Gauri tried again... But I didn't answer her and we parted ways in silence! My mother was shocked to see Gauri go home immediately .She was counting me out of her household works for hours... That night I wrote a poem as the answer to the poem Gauri has given me and took it to the Gauri next day as early as possible. We had a big fight and Gauri vowed not to give me any poem to read as a gift again. "Couldn't I show you anything just because I liked it and not without any ulterior motive? Why couldn't you just appreciate anything and take a joy of it?" She was shouting at me! I was very sincere with everything in life and she was like a butterfly enjoying every joy of life with free mind! Now I don't know about free mind and butterfly but I am enjoying a very luxurious life and she is working very hard as a life worker of Vivekananda Kendra in Arunachal!!&lt;br /&gt;One day she gave me a Marathi translation of 'Little Women'. I read it in two three days and then we started to discuss it. The first question she asked me was which character you liked the most? My answer was "Beth"! The next question she asked was why? For which I did not had a logical answer. Rather I didn't had any answer! She was totally disappointed in me! She loved Joe and she was expecting me to like Joe as well. She had so many logical reasons to like the character of Joe that for many days we argued about it and still she won! After almost 20 years I read a book by the Author who had Translated the book in Marathi telling her experiences while translating the book. She loved the character of 'Beth' and she thought that she was a bit biased while writing it! Now I have a very genuine and logical reason to like the character of Beth. I started the argument again in the letter. Writing a special letter to her after a very very long time. She was so happy to received my letter that she forgot to argue!&lt;br /&gt;I used to write poems and she used to guess correctly what my inspiration was! She took my poems to her writer uncle once and come back with the opinion which was very shocking to me! He liked the poems which I never spare a second glance to! That was my first realisation of reality!!&lt;br /&gt;We watched many films, dramas and song programmes together.Then discussed them for hours! I watched the film "Roja" and liked it so much I took Gauri to watch it. I was narrating every scene and she was listening it quietly! The person sitting behind us lost his patience at last and told me to shut up! Then Gauri smiled at me and said, "iIwas trying to say the same thing politely to you and couldn't come up with the frame so.. just shut up!" We laughed so hard on this incident after the film!! The Colonel's character was good but we loved Pankaj Kapoor's "Aatankvadi" the best!!&lt;br /&gt;She was there for me in each and every difficult time I faced in my life. She was there to enjoy my first moment of failure when I failed my driving test for a motorcycle driving. She encouraged me and celebrated with me when I finally got my licence. She was there to entertain me when I was confined in home due to my fractured leg! That was the time I will never forget!&lt;br /&gt;We don't meet that often now a days but we both relish on the moments we treasured. I hope to show this post to show her and get her opinion about it! Probably I will write many new posts about the right and wrong things and emotions I have mentioned here!&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship is a dream for me and now I am hoping for the dream within the dream within the dream... What will it be like?! A sky is the limit!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/TFewOd99exI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Mdpk76-_EFU/s1600/imagesCAWFBPVG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501059232465517330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/TFewOd99exI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Mdpk76-_EFU/s320/imagesCAWFBPVG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cosmic finger of friendship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-3544121865976139523?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/3544121865976139523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=3544121865976139523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3544121865976139523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3544121865976139523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best friend...'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/TFe2S231PLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/x0FagUE1qK4/s72-c/imagesCAZ45GMX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-7208365923612578823</id><published>2010-03-11T10:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:36:11.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Facebook | Neha's Blog's Photos - Wall Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/photo.php?pid=3519576&amp;amp;id=243667548306"&gt;Facebook | Neha&amp;#39;s Blog&amp;#39;s Photos - Wall Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-7208365923612578823?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/photo.php?pid=3519576&amp;id=243667548306' title='Facebook | Neha&apos;s Blog&apos;s Photos - Wall Photos'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/7208365923612578823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=7208365923612578823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7208365923612578823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7208365923612578823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2010/03/facebook-nehas-blogs-photos-wall-photos.html' title='Facebook | Neha&apos;s Blog&apos;s Photos - Wall Photos'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-5917750711438922681</id><published>2010-01-09T22:04:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:45:13.275+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-A-Ton posts'/><title type='text'>A Double Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This post has been published by me as a part of the &lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton 6&lt;/b&gt;; the sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note- All the characters in this story are fictitious. I have used the names of the fellow bloggers just for fun. No offence meant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/S0sIChbmbdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cUi05e1b88o/s1600-h/21mhrx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425439015524789714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/S0sIChbmbdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cUi05e1b88o/s320/21mhrx2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I started my computer I was shocked to see this image on my screen... What does it mean? This is so typical of Vipul ! He always does that. Some code or the other to decode for everyone else...He so much enjoys pulling legs of others on top of it... But this time he had overdone it! Ok. I am on it! I have to do it before anyone else this time. I was concentrating very hard on it when the phone rang. I didn't hear the noise first then I didn't recognise it. But my brain came to its normal sharpness after a while. I have to answer the phone right now! This has to wait for a bit then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vipul.!.. Again so much like him. Disturbing me knowing that I must be working on the given task. "How dare you disturb me this hour..." I almost barked in the phone but I was in for the surprise again. It was not Vipul! It was his girlfriend calling to know about the whereabouts of Vipul. Vipul is missing from yesterday night! Where the hell was he? I stared blankly at my screen. It dawn to me suddenely! This is the last message of Vipul. Had he tried to tell us something thro' this? I had to talk to Pawan about it or consult Sid! They were the experts of such kind of things. Suddenely the image became so much more important!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This all started about six months back. Vipul was the master mind behind this all. He started a society called Messengers. We all were members of this society. It was just for fun. we wrote messages in different codes to each others and then decoded it. But after sometime it became an obsession. Number of members kept on increasing steadily. Codes became more and more complecated. And now this... What the hell was happening? I called Pawan and Sid and asked them to come over my place. I called Shilpa as well....We might need one cool analyser and a person with great resources... What exactly did Vipul want us to think about this image?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I glanced on the notes I have written down about the image. 1) Things - Table, chair, pen , pencil (large?) 2) Colours - Red, pink, black, yellow 3) Mood of the picture - Thinking , writing , confessing.... May be showing three steps of life? This image is showing something loud and clear... It was very simple but I was a bit confused about it! Why? Any way I was ready with my explanation when the other three arrived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All three of them were looking so tired. They were trying out different possibilities from last night. Oh my... I was the laziest member of our society then... I was so ashamed of myself that I made coffee for them all and tried to concentrate on what explanation they had for the image. Besides all my points shilpa had analysed all shapes in the image as well. Pawan was talking about the prominent bloody red colour in the image. Sid has declared himself as a detective recentely so he was talking about the suspecious members of our society for whom we had secret names and codes. He started matching those names with the image.....This was a bit complecated than I had thought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That sence of "It's so simple" was nagging me still. Two months back one senior police officer had aproached Vipul about the case.... I talked for the first time and just asked Shilpa if she had a phone no. of that officer with her. All three of them stared at me like I was an Alien and it just dawned on them like me. We dialed the no. with the speaker phone mode and when somebody answered it we asked for the Vipul holding our breaths without knowing it. "Hello?" familiar voice answered us and we relised our breaths with the joy cries. Vipul was expecting our call!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What? You still didn't get it? Vipul has landed a job of decoder for the government of India. He was recruting for some members from his sosciety before closing it down for ever. Something that had started as fun has turned out to be a larger than life before it turned out to be something horrible as we all have started to fear..... Now we all are living a double life with all the colours in the image showing our personalities. Want to join in? Wait for the next image and let us see if you can decode it to the satisfaction of our team members....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The &lt;b&gt;fellow Blog-a-Tonics&lt;/b&gt; who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective &lt;b&gt;posts&lt;/b&gt; can be checked &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/2010/01/rules-and-reminder-for-blog-ton-6.html#comments"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-5917750711438922681?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/5917750711438922681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=5917750711438922681' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5917750711438922681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5917750711438922681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2010/01/double-life.html' title='A Double Life'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/S0sIChbmbdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cUi05e1b88o/s72-c/21mhrx2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-6988839978883080346</id><published>2009-12-05T21:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:18:41.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-A-Ton posts'/><title type='text'>All in a Day's work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This post has been published by me as a part of the &lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton 5&lt;/b&gt;; the fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I usually woke up at 6:00 o'clock in the morning. Actually I set a alarm for 5:30 with the snooze of 10 minutes! So after two snoozes I wake up at the third snooze...Oh what a heavenly feeling  my mind feels when I get that extra 30 minutes sleep! Yes sometimes I press wrong keys and the snooze alarm turns off...Then I have to rush through my work like a rocket but still, 'that 30 minutes' sleep and 'that heavenly feeling 'worth ed more such havoc mornings! I love these mornings as well for they show the signs of aliveness present deep inside me. I have to find out the recipes which are fastest,I could find out how fast my child can cope with the situation without complaint and how much my husband is capable of helping me if the time comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My daughter has that same habit of sleeping just for 5 minutes more...I usually get so much annoyed with her for that but sometimes a morning comes when I realise that she is so much like me or my husband in some habits that I start enjoying her behavior and loved her more...We exchange a very different communication that day with each other for the whole day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I listen to the Radio in the morning from 6:00 o'clock to 9:00/9:30. It's just a habit I had from my childhood. My father used to put on a radio and from the programs we use to decide the time and used to get ready in time for the school or college. Now Radio programs are not like that but this habit keeps me with the time still! I know all the new songs, all the new language that is going around and all the new trends in the world. When I listen to some very romantic song I remember how was the feeling for my husband in the starting days...It revives that feeling in me again. Certainly making life more spicy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Oh I know what you must be thinking now..."How long this story is going to be?!" This is the forth para and I have reached only up to 9:30 a.m.! So are there going to be more than 10 paras? Hell no I don't have that much patience as well! I want to give you a 2 hours Hollywood movie with the extra ordinary special effects and not the same old 3 hours Bollywood movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My life is going on with more or less same pace for last 15 years. Each day is somewhat same as the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;;still different. Enjoying this difference second by second each day is what I am doing in all my day's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I have gathered so many such seconds in my day's work.....I have travelled in different spaces and times with the books I read, and movies I saw!I have experience the moments of pure giving and social work. I have experienced the great moments of selflessness, of love ,of friendship and of sheer hopelessness.... I have experienced all this quite unexpectedly in my dull every day's work and it had given me such a joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I am happy about my life and yet feeling some unhappiness. I keep on finding something and fighting for more in a day's work! I am living my life all in day's work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The &lt;b&gt;fellow Blog-a-Tonics&lt;/b&gt; who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective &lt;b&gt;posts&lt;/b&gt; can be checked &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/2009/12/rules-and-reminder-for-blog-ton-5.html#comments"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-6988839978883080346?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/6988839978883080346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=6988839978883080346' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/6988839978883080346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/6988839978883080346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-in-days-work.html' title='All in a Day&apos;s work'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-7693034290320371903</id><published>2009-11-30T00:04:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:47:22.173+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Today's Flower (29-11-09) With a poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SxLG3BmxU4I/AAAAAAAAAas/3iGDIF_-8c4/s1600/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409604751051543426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SxLG3BmxU4I/AAAAAAAAAas/3iGDIF_-8c4/s320/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SxLIk-ZscQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/TIGV0U2NLIM/s1600/100_2577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409606639977001218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SxLIk-ZscQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/TIGV0U2NLIM/s320/100_2577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the land alone I stand...&lt;br /&gt;I am a nobody, loves me nobody&lt;br /&gt;Still I am alive,so I stand!&lt;br /&gt;Sending the vibes of the life...&lt;br /&gt;Against all odds I just stand!&lt;br /&gt;Life cycles around me&lt;br /&gt;I have work just for me...&lt;br /&gt;Doing the work I try to stand&lt;br /&gt;Alone I live all my life&lt;br /&gt;Give the life take the life&lt;br /&gt;To my own limpid stand...&lt;br /&gt;I am responsible for all I have!&lt;br /&gt;On the land alone I stand&lt;br /&gt;till the death come to me...&lt;br /&gt;On the land alone I stand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SxLE10Km5oI/AAAAAAAAAak/PendyJ_Ymjo/s1600/100_2579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409602531240633986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SxLE10Km5oI/AAAAAAAAAak/PendyJ_Ymjo/s320/100_2579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nature always provides inspiration to live the life differently and write something totally different! This is my attempt to write a poem on this tree I spotted standing alone in the field but I have seen some people like this tree standing alone against all odds... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is related with "Today's Flower". For more beautiful flowers visit- &lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-7693034290320371903?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/7693034290320371903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=7693034290320371903' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7693034290320371903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7693034290320371903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/11/todays-flower-29-11-09-with-poem.html' title='Today&apos;s Flower (29-11-09) With a poem...'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SxLG3BmxU4I/AAAAAAAAAas/3iGDIF_-8c4/s72-c/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-2083355768582973309</id><published>2009-11-16T17:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:42:15.741+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This is the second chapter of my Science fiction. I hope you will like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Come on Guys, Please!Think about it again! I beg of you!" Shyam was at the point of break down. Lata could not take it any more! "OK Shyam I am ready to do it!" "What?!" Four voices said in unison. Two openly , one ; her own, in secret of her mind in great astonishment and one in pure joy! If she would be allowed to do some child's play she would say 'jinx' and nobody would able to say a thing till she want them to and say their name three times....For once she could talked and would be listened to without disturbance; or she would beat them. She couldn't stop laughing at the idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Lata! What are you laughing at? Are you with us at all?" Maya's agitated voice brought her again in the present.In their dining room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;For past two weeks all three of them had successfully avoided Shyam talking them into this.But they all knew it was unavoidable. Today Shyam gave ultimatum to Lata and Lata invited Maya and Manohar for dinner. After dinner Shyam came straight to the point and asked them to be the subject of his experiment. He almost pleaded to them. He had no choice! And Lata thought she had no other choice than to consent. But Maya and Manohar were not thinking on the same lines....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Tell me something more about this experiment of yours." Manohar was asking. "Is it something like a time machine? Are you going to zoom us in our past? Where we can advice ourselves and change the incidence?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"No nothing so fancy or nothing so advance at this stage at least. I do not have a time machine. It is just that I am going to observe the thinking waves in your brain and I am going to interfere with their frequency or wavelength or if possible with their strength. After this interference I am going to observe the changes in your thought process."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Then why you want us to be your subject? And why do you want to change our past incidences?" This time Maya was more curious than Manohar."Oh...well....First I just thought to have fun with you all. just wanted to see how you really feel about life and all. I didn't really intended to ask you to be subject but past two weeks as you all were avoiding to meet me and talk with me I had this idea in my mind. I thought about it a lot. I know all of you from my high school. If something goes wrong with my experiments I will be able to do it right without being harmful to anybody. We would all know about the incidence and the change in that memory. So if I could not get it right again with my experiment we all can make it right with other methods. You know.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Can you predict the changes that will occur in our memory?" Lata asked silently. "No I could not predict the changes or the worst what will happen if the experiment goes wrong." The mood in the room had changed drastically. Before it was kind of strained but now it was very sad. "Look now you as well as I know all odds of my experiment. This experiment is really very important to me but I have not thought of so many things before asking you. I am sorry for that. Really I am. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;They all know that this was the end of road for this experiment. " I will think of something different." Shyam was saying. He was not a person to loose hope. But everyone else in that room was thinking their own thoughts. What would they do? They have to help their friend. This could be some new break through in the world of Physics. But would they dare to take the unknown risk? Should they take the unknown risk? They have to find a way soon to help their friend soon. They all watch each other and with one eye contact all three of them said,"We are Ready ti do this Shyam! For you!" But this time Shyam turned to them with a broad smile. "No Guys.No body's doing such a thing! You do not have to take this decision. The decision has already been taken. I am taking the decision to stop this experiment at once!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The decision taken by each of them was unique in itself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-2083355768582973309?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/2083355768582973309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=2083355768582973309' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2083355768582973309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2083355768582973309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/11/decision.html' title='Decision'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-8739773182925263292</id><published>2009-11-10T09:27:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:05:56.021+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I am starting to write a science fiction.I am trying to write a big story with the chapters each containing a full story. My first chapter is this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat very disoriented in front of her computer.She wanted to write something....No, She has to write something but...She had an argument with him and now all she could think about was that argument! He never understood her! Nobody had understood her! Does she herself understand her? The question didn't surprise her. Sometimes she didn't understand herself! Before she used to defend herself to others as well as herself. But now a days she did not bother to do that! What difference it would make any way? Blaming any one would not take her anywhere. She couldn't change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;At that instant the phone rang. She ignored it. It ranged for a long time and then stopped. Who was that? She wondered. She must buy an answering machine. The phone started ringing again. It must be someone who know her very well to know that she would be at home this time and just ignoring to answer the phone or someone very desperate to contact her. She had to answer the phone! She started towards the phone reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello" She herself could sense the reluctance in her voice. "Hello Maya,I could understand that you didn't want to be disturbed but I needed your help in my project. Could you come immediately to the lab?" "Do I have a choice?" "You always have a choice but I would appreciate it if you could come. Please!" She couldn't refuse Shyam of all people. And this could provide her with the new idea for a story. He had given her so many Ideas... Actually he was the reason for her fame! "OK. I will be there in 15 minutes max!" "Thanks a lot Maya! You will be thankful to me for this opportunity."&lt;br /&gt;Shyam worked at the 'High energy labs' always experimenting.When she reached the lab her speculation was already touching the sky!She went through all the security procedures and entered the lab.One bad decision or she could have been working here with Shyam.In spite of all her efforts she couldn't get reed of that 'Overdressing' mood.Shyam welcomed her with a broad smile. "Thanks a millions Maya!""It better be good!" She responded.He took her to the room situated at the end of corridor. It had a very spooky kind of surroundings as the light was very low due to the thick trees surrounding the building.That part of the building looked neglected.On top of that the room was locked!She had never seen any room locked before in the lab.So many scientists worked there and many research students help them to complete their projects.But still there was no need to lock the doors.Unless..."Why the door is locked?"She asked. "Is this some 'Classified' project?Where you are involving me Shyam?""I will explain to you everything once we are inside."He unlocked the door and went inside.&lt;br /&gt;The room looked ordinary enough.With some big instruments. She thought she had seen these instruments before. One was similar to the nuclear reactor and other was similar to the laser gun. Some mirrors were also there with the solar power batteries.This didn't look so frightening!Without knowing she was holding her breath which she released now with the sign of relief.Shyam laughed!" What were you expecting?"He asked with the smile."Oh! You never fail to surprise me. Any way, what is this all about?"&lt;br /&gt;"I and few of my colleagues are working with the energy conversion for a long time now and we have very nearly converted a mass into energy."Shyam was telling this so lightly....Maya wanted to shake him! That is so great a break thro'. If it was true now a human can travel in the form of energy. Just as it was shown in the science fiction T.V. serial 'Star trek'!Oh my god!! And he was so calm about it! But she had learned not to disturb him while explaining long a go.So she just suppressed her excitement and tried to concentrate on what he was saying!&lt;br /&gt;"Now we are experimenting with the human being.But it is complicated.Human is not only the mass. It's mind played a bigger role in the existence of a human being.The mind or thoughts of the person are very short energy waves.We can change this energy waves as well and due to this Revelation our experiments took a very different turn.So now for that experiments what I wanted you to do is just choose one incidence from your life which you want to change and we will try to change it!"&lt;br /&gt;Maya stood there speechless! Was it a coincidence or a fate?! All morning she had a mood if she could change her life and now this!But Shyam was not finished yet!"Look this is just a experiment. We don't know yet if we succeed and up to what extend we will succeed.May be in reality nothing would change. Or only your thinking about that incidence will change.But it is worth trying. It would give us a great break thro'!"&lt;br /&gt;Maya was not listening.She was busy with her own thoughts.What change would she like to make? Which incidence in life would she change?Would she like to change her husband? No... She can still do it without this experiment. Would she like to change the carrier path she had taken? No... She is living a very comfirtable and stable life now.She would not like to change it for more struggling and hard working life.Would she change her parents to some rich parents....or change the country where she was born ....or...She was trying to figure out what she will change and suddenly she answered,"I don't like to change a thing in my life Shyam!I realised just now that I am quite happy with the life I am living thank you!" She was shocked with the answer she gave but Shyam was laughing! "Welcome to the party! You are the third person to give me that answer.I asked Lata first with the confidence that she will give me the life incidence very easily but she refused.Then I asked Manohar and he refused as well referring me to you with confidence that I will get my incidence from you.But..."&lt;br /&gt;Maya was shocked again!Manoher refused to change his life?Today when they had the argument he yelled at her with top of his voice that he was fade up and he would give anything to change his life from this miserable condition.The ring of mobile brought her back from her shock.It was Manohar."I want to talk to you before.." She stopped him in mid sentence."Don't worry Manohar! Do you know what I have taken the same decision as you have!Don't worry." Shyam was very happy to see the expressions in his best friend's eyes.No experiment yet have given him this satisfaction!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-8739773182925263292?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/8739773182925263292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=8739773182925263292' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8739773182925263292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8739773182925263292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/11/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-593291647696850946</id><published>2009-11-08T23:38:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:51:30.672+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Pics'/><title type='text'>Flower of the day (8-11-09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SvcJfOjVBPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/quahS7iKsZI/s1600-h/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401796710141068530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SvcJfOjVBPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/quahS7iKsZI/s320/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am posting flower photographs after a really very long time! I have spent some time taking pictures to post and now I have armful of them! Enough for few weeks! Here are two of them! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SvcKqLbQdKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KjgCOXtRURc/s1600-h/100_2595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401797997792097442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SvcKqLbQdKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KjgCOXtRURc/s320/100_2595.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SvcKgqy8jBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/m14-U3n1N4s/s1600-h/100_2537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401797834414263314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SvcKgqy8jBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/m14-U3n1N4s/s320/100_2537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is related with "Today's Flower" For more pictures visit &lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/&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/3588541556986384804-593291647696850946?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/593291647696850946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=593291647696850946' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/593291647696850946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/593291647696850946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/11/flower-of-day-8-11-09.html' title='Flower of the day (8-11-09)'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SvcJfOjVBPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/quahS7iKsZI/s72-c/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-2806191619528878024</id><published>2009-11-03T10:40:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:32:36.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo post'/><title type='text'>Where I have been.....</title><content type='html'>I am back after a long time! I was having fun in this holiday! I had done some cleaning for Diwali. Then I kept away from this "time consuming box" as my daughter was having her exams.It is such a great distraction for her...Here I must confess that I am so addicted to it that I couldn't quite keep away from it. I just then started using the time I got on Face book to play farm ville and other games! So... All I am doing here is giving some excuses which are not true for my non creative period.&lt;br /&gt;So after Diwali we went to the smashing holiday to Goa! We visited all the beaches had a great swim.Then we enjoyed a sunset cruise on river 'Mandavi'. We tried some adventure sports like para sailing and speed boat ride. We visited some temples, a spice garden and a church! We even got to see some Dolphins! It was a wonderful holiday overall!&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photographs of my holiday for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the left it is a Miramar beach of Panaji. Our Hotel was on the beach itself.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su-85NHIzcI/AAAAAAAAAZc/eiYF3a4_UTg/s1600-h/100_2700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399742169198677442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su-85NHIzcI/AAAAAAAAAZc/eiYF3a4_UTg/s320/100_2700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su-8mzfnx6I/AAAAAAAAAZU/YVjrlILFwcs/s1600-h/100_2778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399741853084403618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su-8mzfnx6I/AAAAAAAAAZU/YVjrlILFwcs/s320/100_2778.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Dolphin we spotted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su-8VsrBhaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/VQbCp2E0XDY/s1600-h/100_2762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399741559195403682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su-8VsrBhaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/VQbCp2E0XDY/s320/100_2762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the "Paradise Boat" on which we danced a lot one evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su_EW9b_eDI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ywaQLGlJVeQ/s1600-h/100_2715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399750376968648754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su_EW9b_eDI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ywaQLGlJVeQ/s320/100_2715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Para sailing adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399742767633872754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su-9cCdNN3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/-6Cn_Vqj-FA/s320/100_2668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 'Saptakotishwar Temple' of lord Shiva. This temple was reconstructed by Shivaji maharaj. The temples in Goa are vast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su--BIOy7DI/AAAAAAAAAZs/rjcCFUntslM/s1600-h/100_2604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399743404839201842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su--BIOy7DI/AAAAAAAAAZs/rjcCFUntslM/s320/100_2604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the church in old Goa.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am back much refreshed and really inspired to write. I hope to see you quite often now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3588541556986384804-2806191619528878024?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/2806191619528878024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=2806191619528878024' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2806191619528878024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2806191619528878024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-i-have-been.html' title='Where I have been.....'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Su-85NHIzcI/AAAAAAAAAZc/eiYF3a4_UTg/s72-c/100_2700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-5077677406286542250</id><published>2009-10-03T12:02:00.024+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:58:50.929+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-A-Ton posts'/><title type='text'>The Indian Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 3; the third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Blog-a-Ton"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was very much confused with this subject when I started thinking about writing it! It is so vast subject! What am I going to write? I was thinking about it for whole two days. Yesterday I slept thinking about it only and I had a dream.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SscApIgKmOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tBdVGrmHp20/s1600-h/647465-4-dreaming-girl-original-acrylic-painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388276185829120226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SscApIgKmOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tBdVGrmHp20/s320/647465-4-dreaming-girl-original-acrylic-painting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;In that dream I was in a room full of people...No...Wait. It was full of many me's. All different creative me's. All me's were busy doing something or other and 'I' me started doing a tour... In dream everything is possible, you see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;First I visited a me who have all different maps of India scattered all over the place. "Indian Dream is not only the dream of Indian people but it can be a dream of some other people as well. We have to take those dreams in consideration as well...." She was saying with feelings. Then she showed me so many maps and explained things about them. It all waved in front of my eyes like this-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1a94ad8f58c0cade" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a94ad8f58c0cade%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514272%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E57F01E7179E75F5FDE422AA3144AD65389EDB.1FCC620C2438CA5BE16059567AF3044DF9838167%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a94ad8f58c0cade%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmzUUJOO5DY-6PNCMg9JPP0pfmy8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a94ad8f58c0cade%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514272%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E57F01E7179E75F5FDE422AA3144AD65389EDB.1FCC620C2438CA5BE16059567AF3044DF9838167%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a94ad8f58c0cade%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmzUUJOO5DY-6PNCMg9JPP0pfmy8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I think I missed something she told me about American Indian dream and something else .... But other me's were calling me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The next me was a kind of M.B.A. person. He was making a statistical data with answered questionnaires and all. He had categories like these:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;1) Bollywood stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;2) Hollywood star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;3) A Day with a Bollywood star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;4) A day with a Hollywood star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;5) Becoming a star (Any category from T.V. To films.) or a model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;6) Becoming a cricket player of the Indian team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;7) A day with a cricketer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;8) To be a very rich person a easy way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;9) To stay in a very comfortable place where they will get all facilities. Stay in the big cities and metros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;10) Become famous by any means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;11) To be happy with family and friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;12) Going abroad for study or service or for staying permanently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Apart from this some weired kind of options were there as well. "These are all the dreams of Indian people. This is what they are taking efforts to achieve. So this is the 'Indian Dream"! Yes this I also got a point. I left her to see the next me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The third me was having all the photos of reformatories from present and past. He was arranging them with their quotes.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SscVOZKy9-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/1XDiwhFGuZ8/s1600-h/india1849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388298816190609378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SscVOZKy9-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/1XDiwhFGuZ8/s320/india1849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SscVGm8-F-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8ODVzA7V0q0/s1600-h/mahatma-gandhi-india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388298682451761122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SscVGm8-F-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8ODVzA7V0q0/s320/mahatma-gandhi-india.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SscU-ujj1zI/AAAAAAAAAYs/z6cDmd9dG8U/s1600-h/Dream%2520-%2520Kalam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388298547053713202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SscU-ujj1zI/AAAAAAAAAYs/z6cDmd9dG8U/s320/Dream%2520-%2520Kalam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This is how we should think of the Indian Dream. The Technologically, scientifically, politically ,culturally and economically strong India. India without poverty. India without violence. A self sufficient India. This is what an ideal Indian Dream for all of us. Many in India are still dreaming for such India.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now actually I saw me writing a post with all this information. Am I really writing this post or am I dreaming? OK. Do not pinch me. I got it. I am really writing this post about my dream of 'THE INDIAN DREAM!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&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/3588541556986384804-5077677406286542250?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/5077677406286542250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=5077677406286542250' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5077677406286542250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5077677406286542250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/10/indian-dream.html' title='The Indian Dream'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SscApIgKmOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tBdVGrmHp20/s72-c/647465-4-dreaming-girl-original-acrylic-painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-7106516703867000873</id><published>2009-10-01T08:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:27:22.477+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short story'/><title type='text'>The Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was sitting idle staring at the water surface. It reminded me of myself! Very cool and calm on the surface but very deep. So many secrets, so many mysteries it must be storing in its depths; no one knew. Suddenly I wanted to throw a stone in that lake to disturb it's calmness...To create some movement. I was looking for the stone when I saw her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Was she coming to me? Really coming to me?I couldn't believe it! Was I happy to see her coming to me? I didn't know. I was a bit confused about my feelings. She is the only one who knew where to find me and how to find me still I didn't wante her to find me! What an irony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She seemed very eager to meet me. She was almost running. She was very happy. Her face was looking like a fully bloomed flower with the morning dew. Her eyes were sparkling. If she was happy why is she coming to me? I started to feel very excited. Was she going to disappoint me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She came near enough and saw my expressions which I was trying to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I am here to ask that wish you granted me and you don't look happy! Have you changed your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not. tell me what do you want and I will fulfill your wish!" &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I said half heartedly. She stared at me for a long moment then turned away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She took few steps and then slowly she turned to me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I really want you to fulfill my wish Angel. I would not have come to you otherwise. Trust me." "I trust you completely friend. I am obliged to fulfill your wish. But I started to believe last few weeks that you will never come. I really did not want you to come to me like this! That's all!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We had known each other only for past three weeks. I was wandering about without aim as usual. My friends and my colleagues had been teasing me for not finding a single person to fulfill his or her wills when they were doing their job overtime.... Never confused or without a client! They teased me all the time. But this time I decided to take their advice. I was going to find at least one person and going to fulfill at least one wish of that person. However foolish and repetitive it might be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then I saw her. She was sitting on the bank of my favourite pond. Yes, her face was very familiar as I had seen her many times there.She was sitting very quietly. I went up to her and said "Hello" from behind her. She startled and looked back with shock. She was crying. I saw tears rolling down her cheeks. At that moment I thought I got the person. I felt happy. But I was so wrong.... After a hello, I asked her if she was in trouble and if I could help her in any way. She denied my help point blank and with a very beautiful smile left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Next day I changed my approach and told her who I was and granted a wish to her. She said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" I am a non believer! I do not believe in Angels or for that matter in GOD!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She didn't even ask for a proof! Then I followed her everywhere.... At least to get rid of me she would ask for a wish to be granted. She never asked. She almost convinced me that I was wasting my time on her. She did not have any wish. She was very satisfied with her life as it was. She liked to accept the challenges it offered her. She liked the unpredictability of it. She had all the wish she had completed and now she didn't have any wish left! She even seemed confused about many fulfilled wishes whether hers or someone else's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We discussed it so many times and in so many different ways that I was convinced that she really wouldn't make a wish to me..... I was happy as I know once a wish was granted it becomes addiction! It never gave satisfaction and joy of accomplishment. She was not that kind of a person. She would take efforts to fulfill her own wish. And still proving me wrong again she was here to make a wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Come on, out with it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I almost shouted at her! I couldn't take it more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I dreamed yesterday night "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh good! So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I don't remember a thing ! I mean about what I saw in that dream..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What connection it had with the wish you wanted to be fulfilled?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's just it! I want you to find out that dream for me.." "What?"&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I was so shocked by her wish...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I could not do that. But I could give you a new dream if you want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She looked very disappointed and sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;! "I only want that particular dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was starting to be a bit annoyed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Why? What was so important about that particular dream?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a dream after such a long time. I had almost forgotten to dream, how it felt after a dream, what joy we have when we fulfill that dream. That dream was a new identity I had. I had to fulfill that dream. Please help me! Please!!"&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I was so overwhelmed... I almost started crying with joy. She was really a unique person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So now a day's we are still looking for that dream of my friend. If you find it please contact me immediately!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-7106516703867000873?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/7106516703867000873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=7106516703867000873' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7106516703867000873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7106516703867000873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-870457971358321112</id><published>2009-09-28T09:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:21:00.538+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Pics'/><title type='text'>Today's Flower (27/9/09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Srb46Y771jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/OHXOQsL5QaI/s1600-h/Yesterday-today-tommorow"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383764086577944114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Srb46Y771jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/OHXOQsL5QaI/s320/Yesterday-today-tommorow" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two photos today are Hibiscus and Yesterday-Today -Tomorrow flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the three colours of these delicate flowers. These flowers change the colour as they get older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383763928622867522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Srb4xMggpEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/UpMmzZsJNwM/s320/Hibiscus" /&gt;This Hibiscus flower is double in shape and size. Generally we can see these flowers in India in abundance.They come in many colours as well now a days.Leaves and flowers of this plant are used for the hair treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Srb4nNECiQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wq9sUUziSVs/s1600-h/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383763756973197570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Srb4nNECiQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wq9sUUziSVs/s320/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This post is related with "Today's flower. For more beautiful flower photos visit (&lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-870457971358321112?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/870457971358321112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=870457971358321112' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/870457971358321112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/870457971358321112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-flower-27909.html' title='Today&apos;s Flower (27/9/09)'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Srb46Y771jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/OHXOQsL5QaI/s72-c/Yesterday-today-tommorow' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-3234871685871963066</id><published>2009-09-20T00:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:43:51.908+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>One Honest Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I had received the award from Shilpa (&lt;a href="http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) Thanks Shilpa!! It is called as:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SrUqJ8T9pHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jpGGcF7PMc4/s1600-h/honest-scrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383255279888344178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SrUqJ8T9pHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jpGGcF7PMc4/s320/honest-scrap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rules and regulations are as follows...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Honest Scrap” Award, is given by bloggers to other bloggers who express themselves and write/blog from their heart &amp;amp; soul.&lt;br /&gt;List 10 honest things about yourself — and make them interesting, even if you have to dig deep! Pass the award on to 7 bloggers who you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap and whose blogs you find brilliant in design and content. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So now I have to write 10 &lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt; things about me and I have to make them &lt;strong&gt;Interesting &lt;/strong&gt;as well. How is it possible? See if all producers and directors made an honest movie , what will they be showing? If every writer started writing an honest book, what will they write about?( Can you see how naive I can be sometimes?!) OK. Yes I agree some people have such a life that if they start writing honest things people will be more than interested. But what can a simple middle class (ok. Higher middle class if you like!) house wife can tell in the category "&lt;strong&gt;Interesting and Honest "? &lt;/strong&gt;But I don't want to loose the award as well. (I rarely get them anyway!) So I am going to try hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) I do not have any twin sister or brother, or any lost sister or brother when I was very small. So there is no scope to the unexpected surprises in the family. Even my husband's side there is no chance!! There are people who had mistaken the identity of me and my sisters at time but we had corrected that immediately and if not ;it doesn't matter that way any way!! Oh I have soooo many fantasies about this.... But today I have to be honest so just do not trust anybody in the world who will pretend to be my double! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2) I have lots of potential but I am a very lazy person down to the core. &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; Is it I am a very active person but I do not have any potential. I am a bit confused here. I guess you have to pick up the right honest thing. All the best to you :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3)I do not like to lie. Not even "&lt;em&gt;naro va kunjaro va"&lt;/em&gt; types of lie. Yes I do believe that lying for right thing is not a bad thing but... What to do? Woman's nature!! I can not keep anything secret for long time and it comes out at the wrong time and wrong place!! So it is better for me and people around me that I should not lie and keep anything secret!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;4) I am a fun loving lady. I make fun of others and even of myself. I fool around and laugh a lot . But there is a limit to all that and I am kind of very serious after that. But I could not define that limit even to myself. So everybody around me are very confused. I am also very confused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;5) Many times I cry while watching a movie or a T.V. daily drama. If tears don't come while watching very sentimental scene I kind of feel disturbed and try to justify my behavior to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;6) There is nothing in the world which I don't like. I like dancing, drawing, painting, singing, watching movies, watching daily soaps, travelling, talking, making friends writing, reading, teaching. Everything! So I am a very busy kind of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;7) No wait... I don't like cooking, tidying up the house,washing clothes and utensils all that much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;8) I start arguments on any subject any time. I love to argue. In that I do not get easily defeated. Many times all call me a quarreling menace! I love that name too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;9) I like everybody to call me a simple sweet girl. What if they have to lie about it! But nobody calls me that and I feel really sad about it sometimes. It is fun to be called simple and sweet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;10) I hate to talk about myself! Oh I mean why to praise myself that much? Actually others should do that! I like others to talk about me. Of course good things only. (At least on the face!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;There you go.....Now I know why Shilpa is called "tag queen'! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So after writing these 10 &lt;strong&gt;"Interesting honest things" &lt;/strong&gt;I have got this award and I am entitled to pass on this award to my fellow bloggers! They are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;1) IP i.e.Indian Pandit @ (&lt;a href="http://republicofdream.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://republicofdream.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;2)Shankar @ (&lt;a href="http://ballat.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ballat.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;3) Shruti @ (&lt;a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;4) Guria @(&lt;a href="http://me-the-maverick.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://me-the-maverick.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;5) Sid @ (&lt;a href="http://sidoscope.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sidoscope.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;6) Vineeta @ (&lt;a href="http://vineetazdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vineetazdiary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;7) Suga @ (&lt;a href="http://whysoserioustoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://whysoserioustoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I have some other awards to give as well .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Thanks to Bharati (&lt;a href="http://clickbharathi.blogspot.com/).%20He"&gt;http://clickbharathi.blogspot.com/).%20He&lt;/a&gt; gave me award of : thoughtful blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SrZ7DF9xfEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/uxs0vcNuPsE/s1600-h/thoughtfulward.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 41px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383625697639103554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SrZ7DF9xfEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/uxs0vcNuPsE/s320/thoughtfulward.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like to give this award to- 1) Shilpa Garge (&lt;a href="http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Vipul Grover (&lt;a href="http://vipulgrover.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vipulgrover.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Pawan (&lt;a href="http://m4maruvada.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://m4maruvada.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Govind(&lt;a href="http://govindoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://govindoo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Kasabianka girl (&lt;a href="http://kasabiangirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kasabiangirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) Kaka (&lt;a href="http://kakabelongstojesus.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kakabelongstojesus.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) Neeraj (&lt;a href="http://shindeneeraj.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shindeneeraj.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to IP (&lt;a href="http://republicofdream.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://republicofdream.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) , Shruti (&lt;a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and Sojo (&lt;a href="http://pagedin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pagedin.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) I have the award :-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SraHJfYtxEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vxrqRYQOE5M/s1600-h/one_lovely_blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383639001681740866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SraHJfYtxEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vxrqRYQOE5M/s320/one_lovely_blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to give this award to - 1) Babli (&lt;a href="http://amazing-shot.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://amazing-shot.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Satish (&lt;a href="http://moviesdigest.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://moviesdigest.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Mia N (&lt;a href="http://88one88.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://88one88.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Denise (&lt;a href="http://anenglishgirlrambles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://anenglishgirlrambles.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) magiceye (&lt;a href="http://mumbai-eyed.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mumbai-eyed.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) Srivastan (&lt;a href="http://multiplewords.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://multiplewords.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) Sumeet Shah (&lt;a href="http://sumeetshah.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sumeetshah.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SraMJNYhPxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/8_pdyEBQghE/s1600-h/loveblogaward%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383644494407221010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SraMJNYhPxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/8_pdyEBQghE/s320/loveblogaward%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this award from Shruti (&lt;a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) Thank you Shruti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will like to give this award to 1) Sojo (&lt;a href="http://pagedin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pagedin.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)Nishi (&lt;a href="http://nishitak.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://nishitak.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Meghana(&lt;a href="http://meghanaunleashed.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://meghanaunleashed.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Pankaja (&lt;a href="http://mythoughtarchive.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mythoughtarchive.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Kaddu (&lt;a href="http://mysterious-kaddu.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mysterious-kaddu.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) Soin (&lt;a href="http://vishvaksaen.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vishvaksaen.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7)Komeshkamat(&lt;a href="http://kometkamath.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kometkamath.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SraU9Mr0p7I/AAAAAAAAAYE/x0PtEnbT95E/s1600-h/clip_image0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383654183665969074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SraU9Mr0p7I/AAAAAAAAAYE/x0PtEnbT95E/s320/clip_image0073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to Nishi (&lt;a href="http://nishitak.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://nishitak.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;)!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to give this award to 1) Bharati (&lt;a href="http://clickbharathi.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://clickbharathi.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2) Lonely traveller (&lt;a href="http://mohammedblogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mohammedblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Crazycris (&lt;a href="http://crazycrishereandthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://crazycrishereandthere.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Avada (&lt;a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Shruti (&lt;a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) Ip (&lt;a href="http://republicofdream.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://republicofdream.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) Sid (&lt;a href="http://sidoscope.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sidoscope.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;80 Dhiman (&lt;a href="http://dmanji.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://dmanji.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all !! Thank you for your patience people!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-3234871685871963066?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/3234871685871963066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=3234871685871963066' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3234871685871963066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3234871685871963066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-honest-post.html' title='One Honest Post!!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SrUqJ8T9pHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jpGGcF7PMc4/s72-c/honest-scrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-7983457419708132171</id><published>2009-09-19T20:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:27:34.513+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>55 Fiction (19/9/09) POSSIBILITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;55 Fiction is a form of &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Microfiction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microfiction"&gt;microfiction&lt;/a&gt; that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words. For more information check(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/55_Fiction"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/55_Fiction&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;POSSIBILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The night was cool. Breeze was blowing sweet smell of flowers in air. Faint sound of radio playing somewhere made atmosphere romantic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;She was sitting alone. She felt lonely. Loneliness brought anger. She has to do it! No other choice was there...She went to kitchen. She chose the sharpest knife and.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383191886651072594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SrTwf-GaIFI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JjubkPMU6eQ/s320/custom_1250084213864_knifelady.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................started making dinner!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-7983457419708132171?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/7983457419708132171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=7983457419708132171' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7983457419708132171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7983457419708132171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/55-fiction-19909-possibility.html' title='55 Fiction (19/9/09) POSSIBILITY'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SrTwf-GaIFI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JjubkPMU6eQ/s72-c/custom_1250084213864_knifelady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-8330940505890407042</id><published>2009-09-16T00:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:08:34.178+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Everything about Faith...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sq_rBJGl-nI/AAAAAAAAAW8/WT1WhNPL16Q/s1600-h/scan0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381778484587002482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sq_rBJGl-nI/AAAAAAAAAW8/WT1WhNPL16Q/s320/scan0110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I am going to write about the book "Acts Of Faith" By "Eric Segal".  At the back page of the book it says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Acts Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;They met as children, innocents from two different worlds. And from that moment their lives were fated to be forever entwined. The unforgettable story of three extraordinary lives... and one forbidden love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The three characters are Timothy, Daniel and Deborah. The book is written in the form of 'self narration' by all three of them. I liked this style of writing as it gives all characters different perspective. Writing for oneself and giving opinion about others gives us kind of broad outlook for the characters. It also shows us different angles of same happening! So I think it is very difficult to write in this style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Erich Segal had given justice to all the three characters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The book impressed me from it's first page. After the dedication page, he had quoted a verse by St. Augustine, Confessions X.27:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Too late came I to love you, O Beauty both so ancient and so new! Too late came I to love you - and behold you were within me all the time..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This verse shows you the depth of the story you are about to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story gives us in detailed description of these three lives, the twists and turns in their lives, the small incidences that cast shadows in their lives. The decisions they made in life and how these decisions affected their lives. It gives us all the information about customs and traditions in Jew as well as Christian religion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the three characters in this story are strong willed. They are intertwined still they are independent. They all are fighting their own battle of life. They have faith on the religion they are following, on themselves as well as on each other. None of these characters follow the religion as they are told. By customs and tradition. They ask their own questions. They struggle to find their own answers. They make mistakes. They are branded as rebels. But still in the end they all have a winning, satisfying life. May be all the answers they found are not correct. May be some questions were unanswered but still we could not resist being happy for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The characters of Daniel and Deborah remind us of our cultural drawbacks some years back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daniel: The only son of Rabbi, i.e.Priest of special branch of Jewish religion. He was Born after three sisters so he had burden of his father's expectations. He was in a constant state of anxiety, fearing he might disappoint him in some way. His Papa cast a long shadow over his life. What was innocent for others somehow was regarded as unworthy when it came to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First he struggled to satisfy his father's expectations then he came to the conclusion that he couldn't do that and he wanted to live a totally different life. So afterwards he struggled to satisfy expectations of himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deborah: She had a great potential and had restrictions of culture and customs. She was raised to be docile and dutiful - the perfect rabbi's wife. But in the way of love to Timothy she turns rebellious. She made many friends who taught her many intellectual things and changed the way of her life. She became a very learned person. She loved Timothy with all her heart and soul but never expected a life with him as it is the leap of faiths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timothy was born angry. He was a son of a mad woman and unknown father. He was raised by his maternal aunt and uncle. All the pain in the childhood turned into the ambition in the youth. He had a dazzling career within the catholic church. After 14 turbulent years he came back to his true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writer has kept the suspense of who might be Timothy's father up to the point that we almost start to panic with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writer keeps us bound to the book many days after we finish reading. This is a really good read.&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/3588541556986384804-8330940505890407042?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/8330940505890407042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=8330940505890407042' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8330940505890407042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8330940505890407042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-about-faith.html' title='Everything about Faith...'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sq_rBJGl-nI/AAAAAAAAAW8/WT1WhNPL16Q/s72-c/scan0110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-2781306642034685275</id><published>2009-09-13T19:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:27:36.220+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Pics'/><title type='text'>Today's Flower (13-9-09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sqz7lYSO-OI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1tIAPwLoFpg/s1600-h/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380952274393561314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sqz7lYSO-OI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1tIAPwLoFpg/s320/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sqz3QSm8fXI/AAAAAAAAAWs/M5aNIh1rC7g/s1600-h/candle+stick"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380947514046053746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sqz3QSm8fXI/AAAAAAAAAWs/M5aNIh1rC7g/s320/candle+stick" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Candle Stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sqz3P4YQw2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/eeIIFwsyECE/s1600-h/hyasinth"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380947507005145954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sqz3P4YQw2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/eeIIFwsyECE/s320/hyasinth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hyacinth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;These two pictures are taken when we had gone to the Kerala trip. There we visited so called botanical garden in Thekkadi. I used the words so called because that was not the conventional botanical garden with glass globes and all as we see in foreign countries. It was more like a nursery. They just give you a guided tour with local names of trees and the information they know. They allow you to take pictures. So I do not know the scientific or general names of these flowers! I so wish that we have really good botanical gardens in India soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The first picture was taken in Thekkadi and the other one was taken in the back waters of Aleppi. In India we find this Hyacinth almost in every river and pond. Many times it is very annoying as you can not control it's growth. But the purple flowers are so delicate and beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This post is connected with 'Today's Flower'. For more pics of beautiful flowers visit-(&lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3588541556986384804-2781306642034685275?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/2781306642034685275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=2781306642034685275' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2781306642034685275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2781306642034685275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-flower-13-9-09.html' title='Today&apos;s Flower (13-9-09)'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sqz7lYSO-OI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1tIAPwLoFpg/s72-c/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-699147263531189077</id><published>2009-09-11T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:18:20.301+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>55 Fiction # 4 'Crime'</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;CRIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yesterday his company bagged a prestigious award. Today he got that anonymous Threatening mail...Was it real? Was there a virus in that mail? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In next room, his wife sat with laptop. "Just kidding! Congrats!" She was writing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Police van came near the house.They were coming to arrest her for the cyber crime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 Fiction is a form of &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Microfiction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microfiction"&gt;microfiction&lt;/a&gt; that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words. For more information check(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/55_Fiction"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/55_Fiction&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-699147263531189077?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/699147263531189077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=699147263531189077' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/699147263531189077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/699147263531189077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/55-fiction-4-crime.html' title='55 Fiction # 4 &apos;Crime&apos;'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-2500724351238235737</id><published>2009-09-11T09:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:16:38.198+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new technology'/><title type='text'>"A Flower Girl" Rambles.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh my god! Am I really writing this? I am asking this question to myself over and over again!! But I have to write about this to get it out of my system.... I hope you really know what I mean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It all started in my mind when my blogger friend Shruti (&lt;a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) gave me award and called me "a flower girl"! Thank you Shruti! The tag was kind of surprising! Actually it was shocking!! This very small thing started so many things.... Many memories came flooding back. My thought process wheels started rotating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My first reaction was I started smiling....then laughing....and I couldn't stop myself!! My feelings were mixed. I was feeling happy, exhilarated, funny, disappointed?! I kind of felt shy as well. How can I face the blogger world with that name!? :-) Then I just remembered my other post where I have quoted that I do not mind anybody calling me anything!!{You can check it out here-&lt;a href="http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-in-calling.html"&gt;What's in the calling....&lt;/a&gt;} (Actually there I meant about callings like 'aunt'. But I should be brave enough to accept that for any callings! Whatsoever!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was always a " Tom boy" of my house.  Always fighting to my elder sisters and nephews and nieces! Doing all the forbidden things in the house. I was famous as "Zasiki Rani" (the fighting and courageous princess) in school and college. I am not a "worried, too caring" mother as well. My daughter turns out to be 'Tom Boyish' as well. If she sits down quietly I get worried and provoke her! So you see I was surprised, no no, shocked by 'Flower' as well as the 'girl' word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I think that is my face in the blogger world! That is how people see me here. I have a Proof! I know always talking about giving proof is not a good thing. But it is not related to you all being not trusting it is about my mind thinking more factually than trusting! You can call me having more scientific mind! Ha...Ha...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this concept of 'personas' ( &lt;a href="http://personas.media.mit.edu/personasWeb.html"&gt;http://personas.media.mit.edu/personasWeb.html&lt;/a&gt;) in the blog of julochka -The moments of perfect clarity ( &lt;a href="http://julochka.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://julochka.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ). She had taken the Information from ravi warrier (&lt;a href="http://musingsof.raviwarrier.com/2009/08/of-personas-project.html"&gt;http://musingsof.raviwarrier.com/2009/08/of-personas-project.html&lt;/a&gt; )These personas show you your colourful personality on Internet. I checked out my personality here and got this colourful chart -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sqnq81MZyYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/evBLAW_0kbM/s1600-h/scan0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380089560662919554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sqnq81MZyYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/evBLAW_0kbM/s320/scan0109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the remarks that all your photographs especially flower photographs are beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;So I like my new Identity as a 'Flower Girl". Even if it is not the identity I have in mind. And as I have got it now I do not want to change it either! I am a bit lazy I guess! I have to thank "Today's Flower" (&lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-flowers-56.html"&gt;http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-flowers-56.html&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for this Identity as well! Thanks a lot to Shruti again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Check out your identity on net as well! Do you like it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S.-Do not mind the Label for this post. I am trying to add new colour to the persona band.&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/3588541556986384804-2500724351238235737?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/2500724351238235737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=2500724351238235737' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2500724351238235737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2500724351238235737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/flower-girl-rambles.html' title='&quot;A Flower Girl&quot; Rambles.....'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sqnq81MZyYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/evBLAW_0kbM/s72-c/scan0109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-5719621897350854338</id><published>2009-09-07T09:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:28:00.383+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Pics'/><title type='text'>Today's Flower (6-9-09)</title><content type='html'>This post is related with Today's Flower. Visit (&lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) for more wonderful flower pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not able to post pictures last two weeks as I was busy with Ganesh Utsav (festival) we celebrated at home. I felt so restless! I am Late this time as well but I do not want to miss it! So I am Posting two pictures of flowers here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqSB55Aa76I/AAAAAAAAAWU/POVLN2kY6pA/s1600-h/Holycross"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378566686542327714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqSB55Aa76I/AAAAAAAAAWU/POVLN2kY6pA/s320/Holycross" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is called Holy cross locally. Can you see the bee inside the flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqSB5Sb7-lI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fi0XsVkleAU/s1600-h/Dancing+doll"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378566676188756562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqSB5Sb7-lI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fi0XsVkleAU/s320/Dancing+doll" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This flower is called Dancing Doll! As you can visualise a dancing figure by looking at it so the name is Dancing Doll! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the Blogger fiend Arija (&lt;a href="http://pilskalns.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pilskalns.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) told me the names for these flowers. So I am adding them in Here. The first photo is of orchid and the other is a Fuchsia. Thanks Arija for the information!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-5719621897350854338?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/5719621897350854338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=5719621897350854338' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5719621897350854338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5719621897350854338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-flower-6-9-09.html' title='Today&apos;s Flower (6-9-09)'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqSB55Aa76I/AAAAAAAAAWU/POVLN2kY6pA/s72-c/Holycross' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-1172082887908903041</id><published>2009-09-05T09:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:34:53.664+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog-A-Ton posts'/><title type='text'>Teacher - Aaj Kal =A blog-a-ton 2 post</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This post has been published by me on the occasion of the Teachers' Day as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 2; the second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqIJzAhaiHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UczzJtzkp5E/s1600-h/RJR0HCAM4KPG8CAJE1O4RCAO1KY7RCA0H4TK4CA5BCYGBCAYQ8EA7CA04H6DYCA6R1SH4CACIIDSACA5AJ3Y4CAHSP31MCA05S2K8CAHXPWT9CA08ETIUCA5KTIH6CA2CI3G7CAFXAGI0CAD7Q2Y1CAK1TDPZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377871676951922802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqIJzAhaiHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UczzJtzkp5E/s320/RJR0HCAM4KPG8CAJE1O4RCAO1KY7RCA0H4TK4CA5BCYGBCAYQ8EA7CA04H6DYCA6R1SH4CACIIDSACA5AJ3Y4CAHSP31MCA05S2K8CAHXPWT9CA08ETIUCA5KTIH6CA2CI3G7CAFXAGI0CAD7Q2Y1CAK1TDPZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hi friends, I am time...I flow continuously. I have witnessed so many things! But I am helpless. No one had been ever so helpless than me! I have to see everything... I can't change things, I can't stop things, I can't alter things. I just have to watch them as they happen! But now I feel I have to do something! So I am here today to discuss , share things with you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqHtUc_Jd6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/REpbyEVuC0A/s1600-h/OX179CAK7UJ1MCAUZ5TINCA6ZD0XCCAOIVJDXCAPVSXPRCAS3EOWACA9805VZCAV6Z7LTCADLEBWCCAATYD0LCAMNUXSGCAUYPAV6CAJ4HJW9CA06FK1PCAY5LIJ8CAWAAIAQCA3TS2RFCAYWE1OECAZRNYHM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 69px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377840365691303842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqHtUc_Jd6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/REpbyEVuC0A/s320/OX179CAK7UJ1MCAUZ5TINCA6ZD0XCCAOIVJDXCAPVSXPRCAS3EOWACA9805VZCAV6Z7LTCADLEBWCCAATYD0LCAMNUXSGCAUYPAV6CAJ4HJW9CA06FK1PCAY5LIJ8CAWAAIAQCA3TS2RFCAYWE1OECAZRNYHM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why today? Today you are celebrating a teacher's day. Teachers are supposed to shape minds of the new generation. So if I have some expectation of change what will be a more suitable day than this day? With great powers comes great responsibility. Teachers have great power over the minds of the children. They get the respect in the minds of students and their parents automatically. So with this power they have a responsibility to bring a change. A great expectation lay upon them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have seen changing this occupation continuously. A vast change has occurred from The Guru to a school teacher. This change has occurred in different stages. Sometimes gradually, sometimes abruptly and sometimes very gently. They changed, they evolved but they never became extinct. They were there, they are there and they will be there as long as I exist. I know that they will remain even if some of you believe that in future their place will be taken up by machines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even if I have mentioned Guru I am not going that much back today. I will restrict only to the teachers of today! This term 'Teacher' must have started around 1900 AD in India. After East India &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Company&lt;/span&gt; crushed the Freedom Fight of Kings in India in 1857 and established their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sovereign&lt;/span&gt; empire in India; the concept of schools and schoolteacher caught roots in India. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_in_India"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_in_India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqIMPu2VpKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/d_Wu9E_4yk8/s1600-h/8TA8PCAZKPMTDCAVFCCG1CAI63KBCCABISRROCAJS8YB1CAZ11L8ICAPWUTI1CA7J6MA2CAW055ZKCAOCX292CADP3C1TCAJFSY6XCA6OAVLDCA4MIX89CAPMDD5LCA7J6T9BCACY4DODCAK6PTR3CA38UCN7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377874369447306402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqIMPu2VpKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/d_Wu9E_4yk8/s320/8TA8PCAZKPMTDCAVFCCG1CAI63KBCCABISRROCAJS8YB1CAZ11L8ICAPWUTI1CA7J6MA2CAW055ZKCAOCX292CADP3C1TCAJFSY6XCA6OAVLDCA4MIX89CAPMDD5LCA7J6T9BCACY4DODCAK6PTR3CA38UCN7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqIMPaqazWI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-MKq210rpxM/s1600-h/OXBANCA0GYFO2CA5JHSZSCAMMFO6DCA3RI2ZSCAVSB53ICAS5K538CAO4AABJCAUIKJN3CA4TNIMQCA6388GKCAPOB90SCACPFSE3CAQTT6HWCA941VIBCAG6FMF8CA7IEOMWCAJYV9GOCAOQVWKSCA6KXO9T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 64px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 64px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377874364028603746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqIMPaqazWI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-MKq210rpxM/s320/OXBANCA0GYFO2CA5JHSZSCAMMFO6DCA3RI2ZSCAVSB53ICAS5K538CAO4AABJCAUIKJN3CA4TNIMQCA6388GKCAPOB90SCACPFSE3CAQTT6HWCA941VIBCAG6FMF8CA7IEOMWCAJYV9GOCAOQVWKSCA6KXO9T.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Prepare yourself for a long journey and come with me to that part of my period. Say you are going in past with the time machine or you are taking a plunge into my memory pensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All kinds of restrictions were there. India was reforming. Coming face to face with other cultures. Coming to know many inadequacies in their own culture. They were forced to change the pace, mode of their life very abruptly. They changed really very fast. Many started schools and became teachers with a motive. They wanted to create new generation to fight for their freedom. They wanted to create the new generation with great knowledge to bring about the change and move forward as flawless, strong culture. To achieve this they worked hard and with dedication. They moulded themselves to become ideal personalities in front of their students. They gave everything they possessed to each and every student. As a result, many great personalities with same dedication and idealism were created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After a generation, India got Independence. Then this new breed of teachers wanted to create a generation who will bring progress and prosperity to the country. Idealism and dedication was there but the intensity was somewhat lost. The Self discipline was somewhat reduced. The demands to have a comfortable life increased. So they created the generation which craved for physical comforts and cushy lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The teachers from this new crop were now teaching mostly to a generation born in free India. Many other friends of these teachers who were in other professions were leading a more comfortable life. Many of the teachers were not so by choice but by need. They did not have as much dedication as earlier teachers as they did not have any goal for new generation other than self comfort. They also had many restrictions as parents became more interfering. They had restrictions as there was a set &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt; to teach. They started their own private classes to earn extra money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now we have teachers of the generation who are very confused. They haven't seen any ideal personalities. They haven't seen any dedicated personalities. They have some vague ideas about individuality. So these teachers just go to school, teach the students what they have to and come back home. They even don't know the names of students they are teaching. If somebody suggests them even a trivial change, they feel offended. They are generally averse to adapting for the sake of their students. If they do any small thing out of ordinary they become a sensational news. They have to fight for their needs very hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yes, teachers have changed. They are no more responsible for the development of the new generation. But as I see it they have changed as the other people around them have changed. This change was inevitable. This change was not intentional. Think if these generation of teachers started doing the same things as the teachers of the first generation, would that be appreciated? So now you have to change the norms to measure the teachers as well. As a society you have to start thinking of new aspirations and goals. Then only you will get the inspiring teachers to create a new generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There were bad people in the first generation of teachers as well. And there are really very good teachers in this generation also. I have seen making them big difference. I have seen them creating history. Now at this point also India is facing a big transformation. So now is the time to think and act. Bring the changes which will bring happiness and prosperity to all of you. I will be very happy to witness that day in my life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/2009/09/reminder-and-rules-for-blog-ton-2.html#comments"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;fellow Blog-a-Tonics&lt;/span&gt; who took part in this Blog-a-Ton are &lt;a href="http://vipulgrover.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html"&gt;Vipul&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://attitudethatneverfails.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-then.html"&gt;Rajalakshmi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dmanji.wordpress.com/2009/09/05/teachers-aaj-kal/"&gt;Dhiman&lt;/a&gt;, Ranee&lt;a href="http://purplemangotree.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://raneespoems.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://littlelightbulbmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/2009/09/04/teachers-now-and-then/"&gt;Avada&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ehttp://republicofdream.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html"&gt;Indian Pundit"&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://pagedin.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html"&gt;Sojo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://piscatorial-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html"&gt;Aneet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://10heads.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html"&gt;Pramathesh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/thistimethattime.blogspot.com"&gt;Aativas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sidoscope.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html"&gt;Sid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tosspot-blog.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html"&gt;Ajinkya&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gingerchai.com/2009/09/05/teachers-of-india-analysis/"&gt;Lakshmi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://govindoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html"&gt;Govind&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html"&gt;Shilpa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://clickbharathi.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html"&gt;Bharathi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ballat.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachersaajkal.html"&gt;Shankar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://matuppenceworth.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html"&gt;Mytuppence&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hshekhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html"&gt;Azad&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://m4maruvada.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html"&gt;Pawan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mythoughtarchive.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kaal.html"&gt;Pankaja&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://scratchyoursoul.wordpress.com/2009/09/05/teachers-now-and-then/"&gt;Saimanohar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://me-the-maverick.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html"&gt;Guria&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-then.html"&gt;Shruti&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca" 20href="%22%3Ca%20href="&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/a&gt;.http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;&gt; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-1172082887908903041?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/1172082887908903041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=1172082887908903041' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/1172082887908903041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/1172082887908903041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/teacher-aaj-kal-blog-ton-2-post.html' title='Teacher - Aaj Kal =A blog-a-ton 2 post'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqIJzAhaiHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UczzJtzkp5E/s72-c/RJR0HCAM4KPG8CAJE1O4RCAO1KY7RCA0H4TK4CA5BCYGBCAYQ8EA7CA04H6DYCA6R1SH4CACIIDSACA5AJ3Y4CAHSP31MCA05S2K8CAHXPWT9CA08ETIUCA5KTIH6CA2CI3G7CAFXAGI0CAD7Q2Y1CAK1TDPZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-326180689952718685</id><published>2009-09-05T01:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:49:27.323+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>55 Fiction - IN VAIN!</title><content type='html'>55 Fiction is a form of &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Microfiction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microfiction"&gt;microfiction&lt;/a&gt; that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words. For more information check(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/55_Fiction"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/55_Fiction&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my only third attempt at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IN VAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqFuuzrMJ0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/SwaItwtSGM0/s1600-h/1247548125dtguVU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377701180481480514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqFuuzrMJ0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/SwaItwtSGM0/s320/1247548125dtguVU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It was too late. His letter returning Ria's love was in her hands. Her eyes filled with tears. If only the letter had arrived yesterday! Ria would have gone with him. But now she couldn't! That's fate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;After a long wait Ria had gone without him to be a successful woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377702172985220162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqFvolChXEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/30WCpJ-Y9gs/s320/1172909815aKR132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-326180689952718685?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/326180689952718685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=326180689952718685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/326180689952718685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/326180689952718685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/55-fiction-in-vain.html' title='55 Fiction - IN VAIN!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqFuuzrMJ0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/SwaItwtSGM0/s72-c/1247548125dtguVU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-8364704932681682976</id><published>2009-09-04T00:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:36:04.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature</title><content type='html'>This post is related with&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqAR_mSY6QI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wqd9DRXlkMU/s1600-h/ATWT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377317739387480322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqAR_mSY6QI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wqd9DRXlkMU/s320/ATWT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqAR4CulLSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ksJBLaTSOr0/s1600-h/scan0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377317609582964002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqAR4CulLSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ksJBLaTSOr0/s320/scan0108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My small daughter is playing with a big Gorilla statue just like a Tarzan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more such images visit (&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/"&gt;http://www.themomjen.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these pictures so much as it is a tour in the memory lane for me!&lt;br /&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/3588541556986384804-8364704932681682976?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/8364704932681682976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=8364704932681682976' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8364704932681682976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8364704932681682976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/mother-nature.html' title='Mother Nature'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SqAR_mSY6QI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wqd9DRXlkMU/s72-c/ATWT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-2215975847785379463</id><published>2009-09-02T18:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:45:22.165+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tag time again...Brand Tag!</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by the tag queen Shilpa (&lt;a href="http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) I want to do this tag before others as I don't want to be a copy cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tag is - take any day in your life and chart out the brands you have used.&lt;br /&gt;(after some time....) I have been browsing Internet for downloading Logos and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! I didn't realise how many brands we use every day! There is no chance of repetition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brand of washing machine I use is&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp552_5fD8I/AAAAAAAAATM/CiU1vNW7mR8/s1600-h/IFBlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376868990899392450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp552_5fD8I/AAAAAAAAATM/CiU1vNW7mR8/s320/IFBlogo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Microwave we have in our home is&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp56R5iqJ0I/AAAAAAAAATU/2ZFcM7iBzUo/s1600-h/Kenstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 38px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376869453049505602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp56R5iqJ0I/AAAAAAAAATU/2ZFcM7iBzUo/s320/Kenstar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different household products we use are&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp58sFDX8pI/AAAAAAAAAUE/2R1d1IBXL5s/s1600-h/hll.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376872101839368850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp58sFDX8pI/AAAAAAAAAUE/2R1d1IBXL5s/s320/hll.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp574Q7iNCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VQiCeuwL9wc/s1600-h/SPQ2ECADSXL5NCAT95VMHCA6TL9USCATZPZIKCAEYFRDICA4M6UKUCA91PEE3CA0PFSXXCAWEBVYLCABZZM2CCAB81DEYCAG9J985CAT56R6GCAJRQ9B2CAA30WHMCAA03K6GCAOJ7UU3CAF3I9DDCAKGJ4CY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376871211674514466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp574Q7iNCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VQiCeuwL9wc/s320/SPQ2ECADSXL5NCAT95VMHCA6TL9USCATZPZIKCAEYFRDICA4M6UKUCA91PEE3CA0PFSXXCAWEBVYLCABZZM2CCAB81DEYCAG9J985CAT56R6GCAJRQ9B2CAA30WHMCAA03K6GCAOJ7UU3CAF3I9DDCAKGJ4CY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp57RZMo_uI/AAAAAAAAATs/4zOP0AGSdh0/s1600-h/britannia_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376870543878848226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp57RZMo_uI/AAAAAAAAATs/4zOP0AGSdh0/s320/britannia_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp57JWmqaWI/AAAAAAAAATk/hFpxuhB4qQk/s1600-h/tata+logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376870405743733090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp57JWmqaWI/AAAAAAAAATk/hFpxuhB4qQk/s320/tata+logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp57BJcYjyI/AAAAAAAAATc/HAtx6afLKMo/s1600-h/total_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 30px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376870264772005666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp57BJcYjyI/AAAAAAAAATc/HAtx6afLKMo/s320/total_header.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car we have is &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp5-V2ulCHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Wgyz8_PROf4/s1600-h/956G2CA0DY4V2CAM89R99CAM0FEJ7CA7HHSCRCA6V74FTCAPYT7LICA4212LJCAJNOGHTCAPBZR39CAPNC9V5CA904NT3CA5YCZHWCAFF2J12CA6Y7D4LCAGK8NZECA39FE3PCAWK8RLKCA42DPUHCAX844VF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376873919060183154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp5-V2ulCHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Wgyz8_PROf4/s320/956G2CA0DY4V2CAM89R99CAM0FEJ7CA7HHSCRCA6V74FTCAPYT7LICA4212LJCAJNOGHTCAPBZR39CAPNC9V5CA904NT3CA5YCZHWCAFF2J12CA6Y7D4LCAGK8NZECA39FE3PCAWK8RLKCA42DPUHCAX844VF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repeated brands are:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp6CbfVlZaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/IuwdthITkPQ/s1600-h/JTEFZCAJJQBEDCAUYDAQCCA8QIJMUCAC608C8CAVN54XZCAX6TFHOCAKWR82GCA6ATD7TCA1LNG74CA33JB5YCA1LTI14CA2IREVNCAT26C7CCAFUGLBLCAQ7SL1KCAD5CHPMCAE8R5MTCA9QJ2LNCAJL9UCW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 92px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376878413907060130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp6CbfVlZaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/IuwdthITkPQ/s320/JTEFZCAJJQBEDCAUYDAQCCA8QIJMUCAC608C8CAVN54XZCAX6TFHOCAKWR82GCA6ATD7TCA1LNG74CA33JB5YCA1LTI14CA2IREVNCAT26C7CCAFUGLBLCAQ7SL1KCAD5CHPMCAE8R5MTCA9QJ2LNCAJL9UCW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp6CbDuLPII/AAAAAAAAAUs/rA8Dil4QnC4/s1600-h/DB9HPCAS05U0BCA6ST4I3CAH6SEBTCA0A86Z8CA54DHF7CA115RVTCAWR2W42CAO5H3R2CAC6R3LBCAALMBAXCAK8JVXOCAXKNJYDCASW1ESHCAEJUWXXCAS4L50ZCA8LAW18CA825170CAKWIA4CCA78P428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376878392830909602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp6CaQ0o3KI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zqLzJaNFLC4/s320/L89JDCAW0RFJ7CAB70T8JCA17FZY2CA4WJ6SFCAF4TML4CAC36EPGCA0VQGSJCA34YF43CAOU7Q78CAZLMZIOCA4ZNYCJCAH8OPLLCA98QK37CA7IC4RYCA03O6N8CAL94T3CCAHVIGRUCAHZBVPICAN1BC89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp6CDQBWvGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dRCJ8-gv8Qc/s1600-h/thumb-pizza-hut.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376877997478820962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp6CDQBWvGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dRCJ8-gv8Qc/s320/thumb-pizza-hut.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more I can give here but I do not have that much time (I have been very modest here!) So I will just stop here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Tagging These people-&lt;br /&gt;Veenita (&lt;a href="http://vineetazdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vineetazdiary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Kaka (&lt;a href="http://kakabelongstojesus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kakabelongstojesus.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kakabelongstojesus.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rane (&lt;a href="http://soulofawoman-rane.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://soulofawoman-rane.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am inviting all those people who will like to do this tag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-2215975847785379463?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/2215975847785379463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=2215975847785379463' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2215975847785379463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2215975847785379463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/tag-time-againbrand-tag.html' title='Tag time again...Brand Tag!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp552_5fD8I/AAAAAAAAATM/CiU1vNW7mR8/s72-c/IFBlogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-5403607171957224329</id><published>2009-08-31T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:32:15.082+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What's in the calling....</title><content type='html'>Long time ago Shakespeare said, "What's in the name?" Changing this expression a bit I want to say, "What's in the calling!" But in my experience lots of things depend upon what people call you. I am just stating my experiences. No offence intended. I will not be responsible if I touch any sour part or hurt anybody's ego! (This I must write in the end of this post in very small letters... But that is against my values!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was saying, how do you react if someone, to be precise 'a shopkeeper' or 'a college student' (not so young than you) or your 'colleague' call you uncle or aunt unexpectedly? I want an honest answer! Do not lie. I will detect if you lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I know I have to answer that first. And the answer is - I don't mind! Really, I don't mind and I can prove it! Just stay with me till the end of this post.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp5ss0xpGZI/AAAAAAAAASs/Qvl2AdYFtus/s1600-h/bek203.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 64px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376854522463852946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp5ss0xpGZI/AAAAAAAAASs/Qvl2AdYFtus/s320/bek203.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this thinking about calling started yesterday when I had gone to the sweet shop. When I entered the shop, one man was paying the shopkeeper and shopkeeper, a young man of 20s called him Uncle. (He was a man of around 40!) He took a big objection to it! He even asked the children who wanted to buy something, to call the shopkeeper grand uncle!! I just kept looking elsewhere to stop myself from laughing in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp5tU_eOb4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/9VlxbLleqd4/s1600-h/bek193.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 64px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376855212529971074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp5tU_eOb4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/9VlxbLleqd4/s320/bek193.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other incidence, I went shopping with one of my friends. She knew this shop where they sell tops in very reasonable rates. Shopkeeper showed us many tops and started talking about them. He called me Bhabhiji (sister-in-law) and then suddenly stopped and asked if it is ok to call me Bhabhiji? I was a bit confused. I nodded my consent and looked at my friend. She looked a bit embaressed. I came to know the story afterwards. My friend had taken her other friend to the same shop once and the shopkeeper called her aunt! She was so furious with him that she gave a lecture to him for an hour! And did not buy a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp5tkRc7qzI/AAAAAAAAATE/OYQjeH2Trlk/s1600-h/491.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 15px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376855475054422834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp5tkRc7qzI/AAAAAAAAATE/OYQjeH2Trlk/s320/491.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was going on my bike and someone called me from behind "Hi Sasubai! (mother-in-law!)" The autowalas in Pune call you anything just to annoy you. Bahenji, Tai (elder sister), Bhabhiji, Aunt etc., is acceptable but Sasubai! That is too much. I was so angry; I just took my bike to the side of the road and looked back, ready to fight! But alas.... It was really my would br son-in -law standing in front of me, very frightened. (Would be son-in -law of my eldest sister! She is 13 years elder than me!! It has to be explained here. Or else you all would call me Dadiji and I will definitely not like that :-) ) Actually he is only 5 years younger than me and he had asked me if he should call me sasubai or something else. But I was insistent that he should call me sasubai only! I used to quarrel with my niece that she should call me aunt! (I was very young and naive that time!) That is why he was teasing me like that! We still laugh at the incidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see I do not mind if anyone calls me anything as I have one grand daughter as well who calls me Aaji (grand mother!)! Isn't it good?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp5tHJzEXGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rqYCGGQjMX4/s1600-h/bek099.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 33px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 21px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376854974783577186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp5tHJzEXGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rqYCGGQjMX4/s320/bek099.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-5403607171957224329?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/5403607171957224329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=5403607171957224329' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5403607171957224329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5403607171957224329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-in-calling.html' title='What&apos;s in the calling....'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sp5ss0xpGZI/AAAAAAAAASs/Qvl2AdYFtus/s72-c/bek203.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-9071742325102257393</id><published>2009-08-23T01:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:07:13.728+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>55 Fiction:- THE PRANK</title><content type='html'>55 Fiction is a form of micro-fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prank&lt;br /&gt;They were laughing at Him. Two days he wasted on on shadowing that person. At times He felt his friends were watching Him. He was too excited to be suspicious! &lt;br /&gt;Now He knew 'It' was prank! Great detective He would be!!&lt;br /&gt;That night somebody shot Him.&lt;br /&gt;Now His soul is laughing at his friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-9071742325102257393?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/9071742325102257393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=9071742325102257393' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9071742325102257393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9071742325102257393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/55-fiction-prank.html' title='55 Fiction:- THE PRANK'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-5893459179755153092</id><published>2009-08-20T23:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:45:47.381+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>8 Marvels - About me!! (Tag)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been Tagged by Shruti (&lt;a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) to do this tag. I find it a bit difficult to do... So.... Please try to understand all my answers and don't mark me as "failed"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So7_5T1WkCI/AAAAAAAAASM/8w_cDh10SN4/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372512765541257250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So7_5T1WkCI/AAAAAAAAASM/8w_cDh10SN4/s320/thumbnail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV SHOWS I LOVE TO WATCH:- Choti bahu, Jyoti, Ye rishta kya kahalata hai, Pavitra rishta, kulavadhu, Kitani muhabbat hai, Tom and Jerry show, Hannah Montana. And Many many more... Why you ask only eight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 FAVORITE PLACES TO EAT:- &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Pizza Hut, Mac Donald, Domino's, Kamat's, Subway, Kobe's, The Grill, Rajdhani. Oh finally I got 8! Actually we do lots of hotelling But after first 3 my list ends! If we are not visiting these three... any hotel will do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So76EVjcekI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/k2zOyoU2JH0/s1600-h/food_03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 79px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372506357911812674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So76EVjcekI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/k2zOyoU2JH0/s320/food_03.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So76cPGkmaI/AAAAAAAAARE/Ed7w73WTrvA/s1600-h/food8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372506768496957858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So76cPGkmaI/AAAAAAAAARE/Ed7w73WTrvA/s320/food8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So76tGOY_kI/AAAAAAAAARM/lzdJS6Nnkvc/s1600-h/AFMZXCA0QZ1RBCA8UJLESCANL6424CA75A93TCA07C31CCAMT8YVQCAEA8RWKCABTL1U5CAOCV39ICAVT1FALCACM1XA2CA94AMBWCAJPIZKGCAR52BI3CA1K9F9SCAPB1PTUCA6UI4WPCA842ITACA7IKRNO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372507058171608642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So76tGOY_kI/AAAAAAAAARM/lzdJS6Nnkvc/s320/AFMZXCA0QZ1RBCA8UJLESCANL6424CA75A93TCA07C31CCAMT8YVQCAEA8RWKCABTL1U5CAOCV39ICAVT1FALCACM1XA2CA94AMBWCAJPIZKGCAR52BI3CA1K9F9SCAPB1PTUCA6UI4WPCA842ITACA7IKRNO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS THAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY: 1) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It rained very heavily with thunder storm and lightning at 4:30 am and I couldn't sleep!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So77JeEpxAI/AAAAAAAAARU/BSsje7-e5nM/s1600-h/weather13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372507545609552898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So77JeEpxAI/AAAAAAAAARU/BSsje7-e5nM/s320/weather13.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I passed my Driving licence test. So my Husband couldn't sleep! 3)I tried to add 'human award' at the side bar of my Blog, and failed miserably! 4) We started preparation for Ganapati Festival. 5)I went for shopping with my Mother- in-law.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So8Gx201gYI/AAAAAAAAASc/D6KR2zUXHxw/s1600-h/shopping+bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 83px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372520334076772738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So8Gx201gYI/AAAAAAAAASc/D6KR2zUXHxw/s320/shopping+bags.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I started writing this tag and kept it unfinished. 7) I was not able to write any post OR write any comments on other post as I would have liked to do. 8) My friend (Shankar) suggested brilliant site providing new template to my Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That was tough! I was surprised that finding 8 things happened yesterday would be so hard! Actually my fault. I started with wrong statements. I should have written...I woke up at 4:30 am due to thunderstorm. I brushed my teeth.I drank hot tea. I had a bath ....etc....etc....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I LOOK FORWARD TO : 1) Driving car very successfully. 2) Reading all the decided books. 3) Enjoying the Ganapati Festival. 4) Completing a story and writing it on the blog. 5) Maintaining my other blog regularly as well, 6) Our vacation to Goa in Diwali vacations 7) Improving my blog to get more followers, 8)Improving my English to write more artistically!&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT WINTER : 1)Fresh chilled air,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So77mh-IceI/AAAAAAAAARc/MGKZnNeKLFE/s1600-h/weather2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372508044872151522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So77mh-IceI/AAAAAAAAARc/MGKZnNeKLFE/s320/weather2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Comforting sunshine in the morning, 3)Nice ;mild days, 4)Holidays we plan as it is most comfortable weather of the year.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So776QPs7YI/AAAAAAAAARk/t65g6KtkdK0/s1600-h/vac_02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372508383711391106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So776QPs7YI/AAAAAAAAARk/t65g6KtkdK0/s320/vac_02.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)We can enjoy nice Hot Water baths only in this season,6) Fog, 7)Big festivals and long holidays we get in winter, 8)We can wear fur coats in winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS ON MY WISH LIST: A world tour, A library which provide me with all the books I want at my doorstep,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So789kppM_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/pSkxhKoEB2U/s1600-h/73346698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372509540240143346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So789kppM_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/pSkxhKoEB2U/s320/73346698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publishing a book of my own, My daughter becoming a very successful person in her life, Having a feeling of satisfaction about my life!&lt;br /&gt;After this.....may be A big car, A diamond or gold &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jewellery&lt;/span&gt;, A bigger house....anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS AM PASSIONATE ABOUT : &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;reading, writing, singing,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So78NSr8ErI/AAAAAAAAARs/SK7QdiPyxTY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372508710784209586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So78NSr8ErI/AAAAAAAAARs/SK7QdiPyxTY/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So78gYYjgQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/zQAZBqfeBBM/s1600-h/N6QBTCAWP7U0HCAO4KWY5CA3XE0PHCAAR4VT7CAVWM5YRCAP1YLSOCAU7K8S4CAW8W44GCADTVWTDCAYGB5A1CAWGY37HCAFNLUVKCAZEJPJRCAOQM5TVCA5WH4I1CAECN53FCAZU7GFSCA5DUR11CASM0OW0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372509038731034882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So78gYYjgQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/zQAZBqfeBBM/s320/N6QBTCAWP7U0HCAO4KWY5CA3XE0PHCAAR4VT7CAVWM5YRCAP1YLSOCAU7K8S4CAW8W44GCADTVWTDCAYGB5A1CAWGY37HCAFNLUVKCAZEJPJRCAOQM5TVCA5WH4I1CAECN53FCAZU7GFSCA5DUR11CASM0OW0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My country, My daughter, My home, painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 WORDS OR PHRASES I USE OFTEN: (Do I have to write this?) Shit, o.k.,yaar, enough (with a naughty daughter I have no other option!), beautiful, NO, yes, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS LEARNT FROM PAST : 1) Enjoy life as it is! 2) Do not try to change things forcefully.Give it time. Be patient. 3) Prevention is better than cure. So take your time, think hard ,measure all pros and cons before action. 4) Be yourself. don't take decisions under any body's pressure or in the false idealism. 5) Do not try to sacrifice something very valuable to you for anybody! 6) Every one need their space give it to them. Do not force yourself or your ideas on anybody! 7) Treat yourself and all surrounding you as very special persons. 8) Accept your faults.Then only you can improve them.&lt;br /&gt;8 PLACES I WOULD LOVE TO GO OR VISIT OR SEE: Kashmir,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So79Pg842GI/AAAAAAAAASE/EoUuEtQBOoU/s1600-h/180px-Nanga_parbat,_Pakistan_by_gul791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372509848484763746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So79Pg842GI/AAAAAAAAASE/EoUuEtQBOoU/s320/180px-Nanga_parbat,_Pakistan_by_gul791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.A, Sydney, Singapore, Himalaya, Nepal, Africa, Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I CURRENTLY NEED OR WANT:1) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good sleep,2) Time to write,3) confidence to drive car, 4)time to read books I want,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So8Kevd_NPI/AAAAAAAAASk/1Ikx_kN0HJA/s1600-h/C4K1LCA01EFEZCASKFI9MCAF8FI10CAJKQ9BECAV0TZ6UCAB9JIQNCAGTOY3WCAWV0XCHCALL0ZMYCABRU7AJCAPY22VRCA47DFPVCACEOB43CAUTYKH5CAKGFFRECAFXXOHSCAO7E363CA7DCX2ACANX0WCK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372524403730887922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So8Kevd_NPI/AAAAAAAAASk/1Ikx_kN0HJA/s320/C4K1LCA01EFEZCASKFI9MCAF8FI10CAJKQ9BECAV0TZ6UCAB9JIQNCAGTOY3WCAWV0XCHCALL0ZMYCABRU7AJCAPY22VRCA47DFPVCACEOB43CAUTYKH5CAKGFFRECAFXXOHSCAO7E363CA7DCX2ACANX0WCK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Helper to help me with Html codes, 6)Good idea to write 55 fiction,7) 2 more things to add to this list, 8) A Lisa Jackson's book. (There is a long story behind it which I will write in separate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;post!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Tagging Kaka ( http://kakabelongstojesus.blogspot.com/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am inviting everybody who has not being tagged with this tag before to do it!! &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/3588541556986384804-5893459179755153092?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/5893459179755153092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=5893459179755153092' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5893459179755153092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5893459179755153092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-marvels-about-me-tag.html' title='8 Marvels - About me!! (Tag)'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So7_5T1WkCI/AAAAAAAAASM/8w_cDh10SN4/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-9019653394418445805</id><published>2009-08-20T18:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:37:42.718+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Secret!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So1JS145esI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/e4rXmincmLU/s1600-h/scan0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372030518575069890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So1JS145esI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/e4rXmincmLU/s320/scan0109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I can't hear you! are you sharing a secret? I want to hear it too!"&lt;br /&gt;That is picture of my daughter when she was around three. Was she doing that gesture to me (as a photographer) or to the sculpture; that I don't remember. She was very naughty little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So1HZQLRYwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/msUGYoqziIw/s1600-h/ATWT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372028429687415554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So1HZQLRYwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/msUGYoqziIw/s320/ATWT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This post is related with the "Thousand words Thursday!" For more pictures visit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html"&gt;http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3588541556986384804-9019653394418445805?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/9019653394418445805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=9019653394418445805' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9019653394418445805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9019653394418445805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/secret.html' title='A Secret!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So1JS145esI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/e4rXmincmLU/s72-c/scan0109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-4902976046714445390</id><published>2009-08-20T00:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:28:31.384+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>I have received an Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoxKQ4CJ-5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/vFE1lmQ9X-0/s1600-h/humane+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371750109325949842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoxKQ4CJ-5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/vFE1lmQ9X-0/s320/humane+award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have received this award from my fellow blogger Meghana (&lt;a href="http://meghanaunleashed.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://meghanaunleashed.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) She writes about Festivals and Traditions in Hinduism. Thanks a lot Meghana!! This is my first Blog Award!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Like to pass this award to sid (&lt;a href="http://www.sidoscope.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.sidoscope.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidoscope.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;vineeta (&lt;a href="http://vineetazdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vineetazdiary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://vineetazdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;suga(&lt;a href="http://http//whysoserioustoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://whysoserioustoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://whysoserioustoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;cris(&lt;a href="http://crazycrishereandthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://crazycrishereandthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://crazycrishereandthere.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;pawan (&lt;a href="http://m4maruvada.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://m4maruvada.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;a href="http://m4maruvada.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-4902976046714445390?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/4902976046714445390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=4902976046714445390' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/4902976046714445390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/4902976046714445390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-received-award.html' title='I have received an Award!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoxKQ4CJ-5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/vFE1lmQ9X-0/s72-c/humane+award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-3064775960725111108</id><published>2009-08-18T17:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:29:11.105+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>What I am reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I am going to write about the book I am reading. Yes I have read the 2ND book from Stephanie meyer's  Twilight series-"New Moon". But that will come later.  First I want to write about a very gentle,romantic book I have read. I am a big fan of romantic stories. So I read lots of Mills and Boon books. In these books I like Betty Neels more than others. But this is also not the subject of today's post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So where ever I go generally I find a friend who is also an avid  Mills and Boon reader. (Not at all a hard task!)  We then share many books and talk about it for hours. (Better than gossiping!?)  One such friend gave me this book. The condition of the book was not so good. It was not a Mills and Boon either. But she recommended this book so strongly that ignoring all my inner protests I started reading it. I completed the book in one day.( only 155 pages) I liked it so much. I shared that story with my comments with at least 5 more people including my Husband of course. I always bore him with my chatter. He is not always that patient with me. (Generally he ignores me.) But this time he heard with interest. (I don't know his interior motives.) I thought it impressed him as well. So I was very happy. I was even thinking of translating it in my mother-tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The name of the book is "Letter From Peking". Name of the Author is 'Pearl S. Buck'. This book is self narrated story of an American woman 'Eve' , married to the Chinese man 'Gerald'. Her name is 'Elizabeth' but Gerald calls her 'Eve' as he quotes "Eve, you are my first love!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The story starts in the year 1950 in the month of September the 25Th. On this day, Eve receives a letter from her Husband. The most awaited letter. But after reading half the letter, Eve can't read the letter and just keeps it in the secret place. She has a 'feeling' about this letter she can not explain. So she just keeps it half read. Thus the story starts with the mystery and unfolds the lives of Eve, Gerald and Rennie; their 17 year old Son. 'Baba' Is also an important character in the story. He is Gerald's Scottish father with the surname 'MacLeod'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this book very much as the conflict within the persons who have to deal with two different cultures of two different countries is portrayed very effectively here.Especially when they have to make difficult choices in their life.  No harsh language, no controversy, no hard feelings are reflected any where in the story!&lt;br /&gt;When we come to know about Gerald's mother and her conflict and the choices she made for her son; we perfectly understand Gerald for not leaving communist China even if he had a choice to leave. Rennie also have to make choices but as he has a strong mother and half the decision made by his father, he is able to do it with less inner conflict!&lt;br /&gt;The character of Mei-lan comes as a surprise half way through the book. After reading Mei-lan's letter,  Eve finally reads her Husband's half read letter. Even if Mei-lan is an unusual character and only meets us through her letters to Eve I liked her as much as Eve at the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Many of us go through the identity crisis of different kind. This book showed me the most delicate and understanding way to solve that problem. I heard that Pearl Buck writes stories with Chinese culture backgrounds and she has written more books. So my project is now to find her other books and read them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-3064775960725111108?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/3064775960725111108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=3064775960725111108' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3064775960725111108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3064775960725111108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-am-reading.html' title='What I am reading'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-8410684398547277840</id><published>2009-08-16T01:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:29:34.342+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Pics'/><title type='text'>Today's Flower (16/8/09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SocVDtg0hqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sPuHVwerQNo/s1600-h/Banana+flower1"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370284234163652258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SocVDtg0hqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sPuHVwerQNo/s320/Banana+flower1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I am posting pictures of 'Banana Flower'! Click the pictures to enlarge them. In this picture you can see very small Bananas inside the open petal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures show two different Banana Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SocU87jTAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/abcWY0H-7QM/s1600-h/Banana+flower+2"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370284117673050114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SocU87jTAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/abcWY0H-7QM/s320/Banana+flower+2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many parts of India we cook these flowers with spices and herbs to prepare a side dish .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SocU87jTAAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/abcWY0H-7QM/s1600-h/Banana+flower+2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SocUy_cu4aI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OgHjyfFN3Ok/s1600-h/Orange+flowers"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370283946920567202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SocUy_cu4aI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OgHjyfFN3Ok/s320/Orange+flowers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is to add colour to this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is linked with "Today's Flower".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see more pictures of the flowers visit &lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/&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/3588541556986384804-8410684398547277840?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/8410684398547277840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=8410684398547277840' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8410684398547277840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8410684398547277840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-flower-14809.html' title='Today&apos;s Flower (16/8/09)'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SocVDtg0hqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sPuHVwerQNo/s72-c/Banana+flower1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-4157362681991787111</id><published>2009-08-15T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:29:10.001+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>"My Name Starts with"...A Tag!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Shankar..("http://ballat.blogspot.com/") &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Shankar for the tag…This is really interesting one and little difficult one too.Have to think a bit before writing…(I know I can't copy your answers but I can copy your introduction!!):-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag Rules: It’s harder than it looks!(Mind It). Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag your friends. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real… nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can’t use your name for the boy/girl name question. Have Fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370226774442351202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SobgzHXtmmI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WrjsgUQi1Ck/s320/Letter+P+with+mouse.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Prashansa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word: pomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy’s Name: Prashant (I was thinking of writing 'Pandit' but...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl’s Name: Prama (It means absolute knowledge! Now you will understand why I was thinking of Pandit as boy name...)&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to write as many things as I can with starting letter 'PR' (So that was a real conflict!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation:public relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A colour :PINK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sobg5HNHveI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-uWrKCYQ90U/s1600-h/letters_317.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370226877477141986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sobg5HNHveI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-uWrKCYQ90U/s320/letters_317.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: Pant &amp;amp; T shirt (Only 3 times in my life!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: Pani-puri, Pan-cakes Pav Bhaji etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: Pin, Powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A place:Pune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late: Partying for Independance day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you shout: Please???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sobi3AbuTGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/RhVsCqfQ24s/s1600-h/p.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 60px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370229040322858082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sobi3AbuTGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/RhVsCqfQ24s/s320/p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: Prahar (Hindi) Predator(English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink: Pani! Punch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group:Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. An animal: Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A Street name: Park Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A type of car: Punto and Passat ( In this my daughter helped me!I hope I did not cheat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SobjNrMXPHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LYQTyn0kJ5k/s1600-h/e_p.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 80px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370229429758278770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SobjNrMXPHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LYQTyn0kJ5k/s320/e_p.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A song title: Pretty Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A verb: play,Paint,push,pull,pick.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tagging some other people is problem! Hmm...Let me see...I am Tagging Vineeta at ( http://vineetazdiary.blogspot.com/)Rane (http://soulofawoman-rane.blogspot.com/)&lt;br /&gt;All others have already done this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-4157362681991787111?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/4157362681991787111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=4157362681991787111' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/4157362681991787111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/4157362681991787111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-name-starts-witha-tag.html' title='&quot;My Name Starts with&quot;...A Tag!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SobgzHXtmmI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WrjsgUQi1Ck/s72-c/Letter+P+with+mouse.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-6420781665148283990</id><published>2009-08-15T18:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:07:56.148+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>1ST 55 Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;55 Fiction is a form of micro-fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first try to write this micro-fiction.&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;"You are quiet and tired. What are you up to?"He asked. She has no way out.He knew! "Following you."She confessed. Knowing silence followed..."I don't like you following, making contact with that beautiful girl."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" He asked making her speechless. "You have changed! From friend to lover.."&lt;br /&gt;Oh..Has she?Changed?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Soa1XJ8_G_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/nIQCWAYUVXY/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370179015099227122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Soa1XJ8_G_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/nIQCWAYUVXY/s320/friendship.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-6420781665148283990?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/6420781665148283990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=6420781665148283990' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/6420781665148283990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/6420781665148283990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-55-fiction.html' title='1ST 55 Fiction'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Soa1XJ8_G_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/nIQCWAYUVXY/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-1504528278627670044</id><published>2009-08-13T00:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:53:06.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoMTxXHqA2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/h7o-1khsr0Q/s1600-h/The+mask"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoMTxXHqA2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/h7o-1khsr0Q/s320/The+mask" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369156919496409954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is linked with the 'Thousand words Thursday'&lt;br /&gt;For more expressive pictures visit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we hide behind the mask. Many times we mask our emotions.Many time we show people our mask but real person is some where lost. Mask is a really essential thing in our everyday life. Without it we are lost!&lt;br /&gt;Using a different kind of mask now a days to prevent "swine flue". So couldn't resist the urge to share this picture with all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-1504528278627670044?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/1504528278627670044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=1504528278627670044' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/1504528278627670044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/1504528278627670044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/mask.html' title='The Mask'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoMTxXHqA2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/h7o-1khsr0Q/s72-c/The+mask' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-1208397352890757536</id><published>2009-08-12T09:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:20:09.922+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tag Time Again....</title><content type='html'>I am doing this zatpat (very fast) tag very zatpat today! I have been Tagged by Shilpa (http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/) again...She is amazing blogger!&lt;br /&gt;In this tag I have to answer all the questions very fast! So here we gooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was stalling bit.I hated to admit it,but I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;(The Host By Stephenie Meyer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can &amp; catch air? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some game c.d.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie Airport 77 last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;930 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:37 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing! It is very quiet today as my husband left for work very early and my daughter is sleeping..Enjoying her unexpected Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening.Took a walk in the society premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this Q&amp;As, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa's Blog. Latest news about swine flue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunidar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When did you last laugh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening when I was watching 'Hannah Montana' with my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is on the walls of the room you are in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many family and God pictures,decorative lights....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many weired things are happening around me as we are facing the worst 'Swine Flue' outbreak here in Pune!! Just visit this post here (&lt;a href="http://sidoscope.blogspot.com/2009/08/suar-kaa-baccha.html"&gt;Sid-O-Scope!!!: Suar kaa baccha!!!!&lt;/a&gt; ) and you will understand what I mean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the last film you saw? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airport 77.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;A well equipped Hospital &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Tell me something about you that I dunno! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very nasty temper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like to Dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! Very much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a daughter and her name is Asawari!(it is a name of one raga of Indian classical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...I always wanted a girl so I never thought about it! There was some talk about some name of God Ganesha when Asawari arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already lived abroad for 3 and half years. I never liked it.I would like to visit as Tourist though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome...Good to see you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know today I have done it bit seriously but can't help it. The environment around you always affects you!&lt;br /&gt;I like to tag Ganga anth.(http://ganga-sreekblogspot.com/), http://whysoserioustoday.blogspot.com/ , http://faithlovepeacejoy.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt; and every body else who want to do this Tag!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-1208397352890757536?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/1208397352890757536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=1208397352890757536' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/1208397352890757536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/1208397352890757536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/tag-time-again.html' title='Tag Time Again....'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-5186777113973193791</id><published>2009-08-12T08:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:07:00.175+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guess What I Am Learning to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoI4bvXr4kI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CT6EW7QH5Gg/s1600-h/k0579715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368915755002487362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoI4bvXr4kI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CT6EW7QH5Gg/s320/k0579715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am giving some food for your brain today.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to learn something and taking lessons for it. I am listing some instructions here and you have to guess what I am learning! Only one guess per person.O.K.?&lt;br /&gt;1)" Mam, keep it strait please. Don't grip it too hard. Try not to cross your hands you have to lift them lightly."&lt;br /&gt;2) "Don't look down while doing it.It will not make any difference if you make any mistake doing it.(After 4 more lessons)Mam, how could you do mistake now doing it? Do it correctly without looking down!" But somebody confided to me that he still looks down while doing it all the time even if he is an expert in it!&lt;br /&gt;3) "You should not keep pressing it even if it is very important part.Do not press it very hard. Concentrate mam.Do not have tension or fret but don't relax as well!"&lt;br /&gt;What do you think I am learning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoI4hV4Mv8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RjVd1atkTP4/s1600-h/BTE045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368915851238752194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoI4hV4Mv8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RjVd1atkTP4/s320/BTE045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-5186777113973193791?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/5186777113973193791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=5186777113973193791' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5186777113973193791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5186777113973193791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-what-i-am-learning-to-do.html' title='Guess What I Am Learning to do...'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoI4bvXr4kI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CT6EW7QH5Gg/s72-c/k0579715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-95195165580264332</id><published>2009-08-11T00:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:22:30.832+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>1 To 10 Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368411543122449938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBt2vvrlhI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hXLcRDxN6LE/s320/number+confusion.jpg" /&gt;I have been tagged again by Shilpa (&lt;a href="http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) On 3Rd Aug. But as I have mentioned before ( &lt;a href="http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-day.html"&gt;http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-day.html&lt;/a&gt; ) I am very bad with numbers.....Especially with Finance. And in this tag I have to give account of all my life in numbers.So it took me almost a week to summon up the list and fulfill this tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are the numbers in my life...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBuPsjoFwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FhkiWUMj7bI/s1600-h/square+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBuPsjoFwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FhkiWUMj7bI/s1600-h/square+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368411971763312386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBuPsjoFwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FhkiWUMj7bI/s320/square+one.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be my one and only daughter!&lt;br /&gt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBvFs0sJ8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_c6AEf6A3MA/s1600-h/funny2-c.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 90px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368412899547817922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBvFs0sJ8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_c6AEf6A3MA/s320/funny2-c.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the number of blogs I am trying to maintain! I have become a Blog addict!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBv2gGEuqI/AAAAAAAAANA/kZif0BIxuwY/s1600-h/TN_three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368413737944660642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBv2gGEuqI/AAAAAAAAANA/kZif0BIxuwY/s320/TN_three.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number of sisters I have! All elder as I am the youngest one in the family...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBxDSMpw0I/AAAAAAAAANI/hpnopw7UeM8/s1600-h/TN_blacksq4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368415057064084290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBxDSMpw0I/AAAAAAAAANI/hpnopw7UeM8/s320/TN_blacksq4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of languages I have studied! 1) Marathi, 2) Hindi, 3)English, and 4)Sanskrit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBx42FsA6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/DhbDM6eADjc/s1600-h/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 72px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368415977231614882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBx42FsA6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/DhbDM6eADjc/s320/five.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the No. I dreaded the most as after these many years I would be considered as middle aged! (I shouldn't have mentioned it! But this big mouth!! Just consider it 'not having said' or may be I am making some mistake in counting again....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBzSYKufUI/AAAAAAAAANY/3UC74y02bwQ/s1600-h/TN_crsignbd06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368417515387911490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBzSYKufUI/AAAAAAAAANY/3UC74y02bwQ/s320/TN_crsignbd06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the number of family members. Without their support I am nothing! They are my husband, daughter, mother-in-law, brother-in-law, niece and sister-in-law.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoB1rDetHbI/AAAAAAAAANg/LVLsuvB6Zz4/s1600-h/100_1494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368420138354548146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/So1rDetHbI/AAAAAAAAANg/LVLsuvB6Zz4/s320/100_1494.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoB24KD9rXI/AAAAAAAAANo/3DS9kvK8CNA/s1600-h/TN_number_7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368421462971362674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoB24KD9rXI/AAAAAAAAANo/3DS9kvK8CNA/s320/TN_number_7d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the number of cities I have lived in.They are...Wai, Pune, Mumbai, Glasgow, London, Milton Keynes and Brighton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoB3r05vppI/AAAAAAAAANw/uuVQ73ecNUw/s1600-h/TN_number_8e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368422350644553362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoB3r05vppI/AAAAAAAAANw/uuVQ73ecNUw/s320/TN_number_8e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number I hate! Why? It is a long story...O.K....Long story cut short; to get a driving licence for a motor cycle there was a test I needed to complete. I had to drive the motor cycle in shape of number '8' using all the signals for turning, stopping, etc. by hand. I failed the test first and (until now) the last time in my life! I am so embarrassed of myself!! So I hate this number with all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoB8VW99TpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kFhi-lAI2kU/s1600-h/TN_nine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368427462210178706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoB8VW99TpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kFhi-lAI2kU/s320/TN_nine1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much related with this number as it is my birth date and my numerological number. (I am not a strict follower. It is just an information.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last but not the least(literally...) the number ten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoB9qVTOt8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/OO7ssVoXwTI/s1600-h/TN_number_10c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368428922051409858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoB9qVTOt8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/OO7ssVoXwTI/s320/TN_number_10c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the number of years I have been a parent to my daughter. My life had changed so much in all these years! I have learned so many things and I have matured a lot! (at least I think so!!)&lt;br /&gt;That's it!! I have completed the task successfully and I have enjoyed it a lot! I think I like to do these tags after all! Thanks Shilpa!!&lt;br /&gt;I am Tagging all these wonderful people- &lt;a href="http://kometkamath.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kometkamath.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://knowversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://knowversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://urmi-z-unique.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://urmi-z-unique.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kasabiangirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kasabiangirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://crazycrishereandthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://crazycrishereandthere.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You all are invited to join this tag as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-95195165580264332?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/95195165580264332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=95195165580264332' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/95195165580264332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/95195165580264332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-to-10-of-my-life.html' title='1 To 10 Of My Life'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SoBt2vvrlhI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hXLcRDxN6LE/s72-c/number+confusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-8362269983475859205</id><published>2009-08-06T19:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:46:24.432+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Shadow</title><content type='html'>This post is related with a thousand words &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;.For more interesting and expressive photos visit-&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnrlS3mhCNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hQ1j3qRuqIM/s1600-h/scan0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366854018291271890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnrlS3mhCNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hQ1j3qRuqIM/s320/scan0108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" /&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/3588541556986384804-8362269983475859205?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/8362269983475859205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=8362269983475859205' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8362269983475859205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8362269983475859205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/shadow.html' title='The Shadow'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnrlS3mhCNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hQ1j3qRuqIM/s72-c/scan0108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-307780557267332171</id><published>2009-08-04T11:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:26:25.877+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Snh2mIkvI5I/AAAAAAAAALI/5v08eW21Uo4/s1600-h/Cave1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Snh2mIkvI5I/AAAAAAAAALI/5v08eW21Uo4/s320/Cave1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366169353520620434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen this movie on Saturday the 18Th of July.But I was kind of busy reading other reviews...well, I wanted to be perfect in writing this review! I wanted to write my over-all view about HP books and movies together and I was kind of busy to give it a proper time.. I think these many excuses are enough!(That will convince me enough!) Now I will go on with the review...&lt;br /&gt;I kind of liked 'Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince'!The 'kind of 'represent that I did not completely like it.It is O.K.! I did not like it's end at all.I will rate it as 3.5 stars.I know it is because I have read the book first.So I expected much more from the film, but couldn't help it!&lt;br /&gt;All the new characters-Narcissa Malfoy, Horace Slughorn,Cormac McLaggen,Young voldemort and Lavender are chosen and represented perfectly!I had a habit to compare the description of the character in book and the character in movie.Then I always associate that face with the character. So far they have chosen the star cast wisely. I liked the Dumbledore in first two movies better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Snh3PSYXPLI/AAAAAAAAALY/V99Aye0Wg7s/s1600-h/Ron+and+Lavender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Snh3PSYXPLI/AAAAAAAAALY/V99Aye0Wg7s/s320/Ron+and+Lavender.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366170060527713458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Snh5eQ7JDVI/AAAAAAAAALg/lR-O73oa8-U/s1600-h/dumbledore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Snh5eQ7JDVI/AAAAAAAAALg/lR-O73oa8-U/s320/dumbledore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366172516858006866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Snh57anI04I/AAAAAAAAALo/UXqQqoGrTVg/s1600-h/Young+Voldemort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Snh57anI04I/AAAAAAAAALo/UXqQqoGrTVg/s320/Young+Voldemort.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366173017674666882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SniH4p4FiYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Mzbz093Gba4/s1600-h/Slughorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SniH4p4FiYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Mzbz093Gba4/s320/Slughorn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366188363395467650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this movie they have taken all the important incidences from the book with some modifications.The attack on Burrow was only for the 3D Imax effect with no significance.The scene in the cave when they try to get the Horcrux was the best scene in the movie.This movie was successful in creating the merry romantic environment the teenagers experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SniE1sEgpsI/AAAAAAAAALw/di4STYHLTNQ/s1600-h/Cave2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SniE1sEgpsI/AAAAAAAAALw/di4STYHLTNQ/s320/Cave2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366185013909956290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why did they cut off the fight between the death eaters and the members of Order of Phoenix? Why they have to show Harry just standing there and watching Malfoy or Snape cursing Dumbledore when in book he was wordlessly immobilised under his invisibility clock by Dumbledore! For these two changes I did not like the movie!!&lt;br /&gt;Why a movie based on a book is always unsatisfactory-&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge difference in these two mediums of entertainment.Book is a long story and movie is long story cut short. In book you have to say all the things in words but in movie many things such as visuals, acting, drapery,background,music and even a silence speaks! So you should not compare movies to books.The movies based on the books are always unsatisfactory as it is the view and perspective of story of only a group of people and that could change vastly from person to person.&lt;br /&gt;Many people thought the 3rd movie of Harry Potter i.e.Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is the best of all.But I did not like the end of that movie as well.In that particular book Harry takes decisions first time in his life.Until this book he was as stranger as all the readers were.But in third part he totally understands his past and takes decisions.In movie all those decisions were taken by Hermione! Why they had to change that part I never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SniFfzyLwFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rj_8j4fZxpc/s1600-h/Harry_Potter_and_the_Prisoner_of_Azkaban%252C_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SniFfzyLwFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rj_8j4fZxpc/s320/Harry_Potter_and_the_Prisoner_of_Azkaban%252C_2004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366185737535078482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 5Th book three parallel wars were shown by J.K.One war was with Voldemort, one with Ministry of magic and one Harry fighting with Himself when he sees things from his father's past.The movie was total failure as it never gave that feeling of all three parallel fights.But this is only my view as I feel that is the worst movie of the 6.They should have made 2 films of 5Th book!!(actually from 3rd book only they should have done that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SniI03R8alI/AAAAAAAAAMI/S1nHYToSKdw/s1600-h/harry+potter+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SniI03R8alI/AAAAAAAAAMI/S1nHYToSKdw/s320/harry+potter+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366189397785733714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done I am eagerly waiting for the 7Th movie!(Are they making 2 movies of the 7Th book?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-307780557267332171?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/307780557267332171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=307780557267332171' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/307780557267332171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/307780557267332171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Snh2mIkvI5I/AAAAAAAAALI/5v08eW21Uo4/s72-c/Cave1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-9223185433028607661</id><published>2009-08-02T23:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:30:16.228+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Pics'/><title type='text'>Today's Flower (2-8-09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnXUFqjoCvI/AAAAAAAAALA/ldGeRUEtIrs/s1600-h/scan0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnXUFqjoCvI/AAAAAAAAALA/ldGeRUEtIrs/s320/scan0108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365427724869962482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As today is a Friendship day a Photo of rose is necessary! I love them in all shapes and colour but red rose is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnXT9tASTdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QgGtHLif98Y/s1600-h/Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnXT9tASTdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QgGtHLif98Y/s320/Rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365427588088090066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnXT0npawdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bJxxSuc89mM/s1600-h/scan0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnXT0npawdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bJxxSuc89mM/s320/scan0111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365427432031175122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is linkedwith The blog'Today's Flower'&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures of flowers visit &lt;br /&gt;http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-9223185433028607661?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/9223185433028607661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=9223185433028607661' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9223185433028607661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9223185433028607661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-flower-2-8-09.html' title='Today&apos;s Flower (2-8-09)'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnXUFqjoCvI/AAAAAAAAALA/ldGeRUEtIrs/s72-c/scan0108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-3851604732915911634</id><published>2009-08-01T03:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:39:24.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Saying things without words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnNrLj9ChUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2uhvNraUano/s1600-h/scan0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364749427502384450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnNrLj9ChUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2uhvNraUano/s320/scan0108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;href="&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html"&gt;http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html&lt;/a&gt;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" /&gt;        &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like this idea of meaningful photographs and I am going to post one photo a week. Probably on each Thursday! I hope you all will enjoy it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-3851604732915911634?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/3851604732915911634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=3851604732915911634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3851604732915911634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3851604732915911634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/07/saying-things-without-words.html' title='Saying things without words'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnNrLj9ChUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2uhvNraUano/s72-c/scan0108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-1797335062668034515</id><published>2009-07-30T08:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:08:28.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATING '25'th post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnMP1F3oCXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GdjIWC73_GY/s1600-h/Firworks.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364648985911363954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnMP1F3oCXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GdjIWC73_GY/s320/Firworks.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnMO9sg_ZcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JQ6yhPEiVuM/s1600-h/Party+Balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364648034212734402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnMO9sg_ZcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JQ6yhPEiVuM/s320/Party+Balloons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was reading all my usual blogs yesterday. I came across the post where one of my friend was celebrating her 75Th post. I was so full of admiration for her... It always amazed me how easily people write and they have so much to write and share.It is not easy to maintain a blog with regular posts.Writing a post a day is like a dream to me.It is not only sharing your thoughts you have to visit other blogs write comments on them. You have to write a post witch will be entertaining and attract other people's attention! I think that is the hardest part!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I start my P.C.I always decide to write a post.But after signing in I start reading the blogs first. I couldn't stop reading. For hours I read and read and read...Then no time is left to write. I have so many things to write about that I get confused and don't write at all!I think...that's me...always confused about everything! But that is not today's topic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So after seeing that post I decided to see the number of posts I have written and I was in for a great surprise.... I have completed writing 25 posts. This is my 27Th post! Can you believe it? I can't believe it!! So..really IT IS A TIME FOR CELEBRATIONS!!Hurray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I have already come across some other celebrations like birthday of a blog but I was very dormant at first.I was learning to use computers as well as I was trying to improve my English to write a proper blog. So I was very irregular blogger that time so there was no point in celebrating birthdays. I like this idea better! So today I am celebrating my crossing 25 posts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I have learned many things while writing these posts.Thanks to all the followers for their unconditional and precious support!! &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/3588541556986384804-1797335062668034515?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/1797335062668034515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=1797335062668034515' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/1797335062668034515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/1797335062668034515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrating-25th-post.html' title='CELEBRATING &apos;25&apos;th post!!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SnMP1F3oCXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GdjIWC73_GY/s72-c/Firworks.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-2610393919451098607</id><published>2009-07-28T09:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:08:34.619+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>I have been Tagged....</title><content type='html'>I have been Tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/a%20rose%20is%20a%20rose%20is%20a%20rose"&gt;a rose is a rose is a rose&lt;/a&gt; . This is the first time I have been tagged. So I am excited! First I have to list the rules. So The rules are-&lt;br /&gt;1)Link the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2)Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3)Share the ABC's of you.&lt;br /&gt;4)Tag 3 people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;5)Let the 3 tagged people know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.&lt;br /&gt;6)Do not tag the same person repeatedly but try to tag different people, so that there is a big network of blogger doing this tag.&lt;br /&gt;I have to list my favourite things starting with one letter.. Let's see..It is a bit hard..I have seen Shilpa's blog (&lt;a href="http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and she had selected "s". I find I like all those things only!! But I can hardly copy pest her post!( I guess she has all the rights reserved!) So here I am with "My" original list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I like Starting with letter 'F'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1) Family- Family always comes first for me. I have a very loving and supportive family.I love my family very much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Food-I love eating!You can see that in my photograph as well..I am a vegetarian and I like all kind of food.Italian i.e.Pizza,Pasta ,Ma crony,Lasagna etc; Chinese(Of course Indian's Chinese as I have never been to China and as I heard we get Indian's Chinese in India) Noodles,Sweet and sour vegetables,Manchurian,Fried rice etc. I love continental food like Burger,sandwiches,Puffs sizzlers etc. All the Indian food (Marathi ,Gujarati,Rajasthani,South Indian and so on ...) Hoe can I forget Mexican food? So you name any food and I have eaten it or at least I will certainly try!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;Films- I love watching films.Before marriage my father did not allowed us to watch films.So I didn't know how much I like to watch them! My Husband is a movie &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lover&lt;/span&gt;.I watched more movies in that first year of marriage than I had watch in all the 22 years of my life before it!! and now T watch more movies than him.(He only watches Hollywood movies and in that action and sci-fie. But I watch all Hollywood and Bollywood movies as well as some Marathi movies as well!!So...)I even like to watch documentaries, Short films,cartoon films etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Fictions-I love reading! Like movies I can read all types of books but as I have to write things starting with "F" (See how hard it is!) I am going to list only Fictions I liked. all seven Harry Potter books, Angels and Demons, Doomsday Conspiracy,Not a penny more not a penny less and the list goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;Friends- I am a very friendly person.(I hope nobody from this blog sphere will object to that!) I have all kinds of friends like best friends,good friends&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; just friends, not so good friends and bad friends as well .I have lots of friends and I wish to make more friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6) This thing I love to have but.....Let's say it's a dream thing ! I love to have a Fan Club !! What would you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So friends this is all about me. Now I am going to tag few of my friends.1) Crazy Cris at(&lt;a href="http://crazycrishereandthere.blogspot.com/),"&gt;http://crazycrishereandthere.blogspot.com/),&lt;/a&gt; at(&lt;a href="http://www.lostboyblue.com/"&gt;http://www.lostboyblue.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and 3) (&lt;a href="http://whysoserioustoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://whysoserioustoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) 4) just a girl at (&lt;a href="http://thetruth-sohelpmeblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thetruth-sohelpmeblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) .It will be interesting to see their posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-2610393919451098607?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/2610393919451098607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=2610393919451098607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2610393919451098607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2610393919451098607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been Tagged....'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-5032351395253318307</id><published>2009-07-19T04:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:30:48.454+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Pics'/><title type='text'>Today's Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SmJT5nLaZPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vdWfx74uRJU/s1600-h/100_1734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359938755758810354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SmJT5nLaZPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vdWfx74uRJU/s320/100_1734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SmJTNfeQ1qI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UF0CuFTlP0A/s1600-h/100_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359937997776148130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SmJTNfeQ1qI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UF0CuFTlP0A/s320/100_0245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SmJS44aIiAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2QP1KZak2OM/s1600-h/100_1954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359937643692460034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SmJS44aIiAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2QP1KZak2OM/s320/100_1954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know the English names of these flowers. The photographs are not recent. But I will try to take more new photographs before my next post for 'Today's flower". &lt;br /&gt;For more pictures of today's flower click &lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I know now a days I am writing less posts as I am busy reading all the other wonderful blogs and watching movies! But  I hope that will be remedied soon. I have seen 'Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince' and I am going to write about it as soon as possible! I want to write about two books I have read as well. So hope to do the task as soon as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3588541556986384804-5032351395253318307?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/5032351395253318307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=5032351395253318307' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5032351395253318307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5032351395253318307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-flower_18.html' title='Today&apos;s Flower'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SmJT5nLaZPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vdWfx74uRJU/s72-c/100_1734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-8859938606353773892</id><published>2009-07-13T12:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:58:11.394+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Transformers 2  Revenge of the Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last Saturday we went to see this movie. I wanted to see Bolt or Ice Age 3. But we were late for Bolt as there was no show and my husband refused to go to Ice Age! So we saw 'Transformers' on the second day of it's release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes it is a good movie. I will rate it to three stars. It is faster than the first one . (Which we saw again after coming back...) They have retained the star cast so you get related with the characters immediately. The graphic effects and photography is superb! Story line is also good. What I liked the most about the movie is it maintains a soft humour through out the movie even if it is an action movie and it won't seem out of place at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will not say that it is some extra ordinary good movie but 'Transformer 1 'also didn't fit in that title. So it is a very good sequel nonetheless! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The transformation of cars into AutoBots is spectacular!! I like Optimus Prime and Bumble Bee the most. Formation of The Big Destructive Transformer that goes to destroy the Pyramid is also very good. &lt;/span&gt;This movie gives you the feeling we are not alone and we are really too small for the world around us. Now I will see each car with suspicion just like I felt that people around us could actually be Aliens residing on earth as in the movie "MIB".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I have read about the idea that pyramids are not human and they are built by the aliens. I think this same idea was used in the movie "The Fifth Element" so that was not the original idea. But it fitted in the story perfectly. I liked the statement-"Matrix is not supposed to be found. It needs to be earned."And yes we humans have fighting spirit and we deserve to live!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-8859938606353773892?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/8859938606353773892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=8859938606353773892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8859938606353773892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8859938606353773892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-2-revenge-of-fallen.html' title='Transformers 2  Revenge of the Fallen'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-6841453640710275709</id><published>2009-07-12T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:31:10.718+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Pics'/><title type='text'>Today's Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlotJJBxASI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5OZ191fAML4/s1600-h/100_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357644341776023842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlotJJBxASI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5OZ191fAML4/s320/100_0253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All these pictures are taken when we were visiting few interesting places all over India...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found this new marvellous Blog named Today's flower. (Check it here &lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) The pics on this blog and the other connecting blogs are superb! I fell in love with all those different flowers!! I am not a good photographer but I have some good photographs of flowers. So I couldn't resist the urge of posting these pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Slos4m6yNOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cGzfXO2Ehok/s1600-h/100_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357644057742030050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Slos4m6yNOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cGzfXO2Ehok/s320/100_0271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved the velvety colour of this flower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlosLCOQUnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Soug_nt12p8/s1600-h/100_1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357643274797470322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlosLCOQUnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Soug_nt12p8/s320/100_1772.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Slorz-YoVFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/81nTUPjwweo/s1600-h/100_1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357642878630253650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Slorz-YoVFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/81nTUPjwweo/s320/100_1946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is a bit unusual colour for a Lotus. Generally they are white or pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you will enjoy these pics...&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/3588541556986384804-6841453640710275709?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/6841453640710275709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=6841453640710275709' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/6841453640710275709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/6841453640710275709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-flower.html' title='Today&apos;s Flower'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlotJJBxASI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5OZ191fAML4/s72-c/100_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-6058671001898302743</id><published>2009-07-07T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:19:57.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures of Monsoon...(The rainy season)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlMerjaL32I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zVhCmSX3pag/s1600-h/08052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355658115461930850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlMerjaL32I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zVhCmSX3pag/s320/08052009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You can see rainbow many times in this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlMagGyFYaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GpeEJ1OSNmE/s1600-h/100_2359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355653520752468386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlMagGyFYaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GpeEJ1OSNmE/s320/100_2359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When excess rain falls; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mula &lt;/span&gt;river overflows to bring floods up to the gate of our society!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlMYW1yQJDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Llpec6CUpA4/s1600-h/13062009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355651162547692594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlMYW1yQJDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Llpec6CUpA4/s320/13062009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These are the Lily flowers blossomed in my balcony....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A sight for sour eyes in rainy season...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlMXtsJwj6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/JH6Pndy20a4/s1600-h/000_0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355650455587295138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlMXtsJwj6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/JH6Pndy20a4/s320/000_0127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how it looks like when the wind blows away clouds, sky clears and rain disappears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlMXPDtwe2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZSCvDSmGJdo/s1600-h/100_2346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355649929336355682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlMXPDtwe2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZSCvDSmGJdo/s320/100_2346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It is the view after plenty of rain washes the environment! It feels very clean and very very green.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3588541556986384804-6058671001898302743?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/6058671001898302743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=6058671001898302743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/6058671001898302743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/6058671001898302743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-pictures-of-monsoonthe-rainy.html' title='Some pictures of Monsoon...(The rainy season)'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SlMerjaL32I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zVhCmSX3pag/s72-c/08052009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-9148791900862407038</id><published>2009-07-06T18:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:02:14.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today is our 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;  marriage anniversary. So my husband decided to stay at home. We planned to go to some movie, relax, just talk and spend a day happily! But alas... He started some work over weekend, some proposal ("business" proposal I mean...) and all our plans were gone with the wind!  I think over all these years I now somehow know how to expect things to happen. So I am not disappointed and I am very satisfied with myself for that! Now I hope our plans for the dinner will be carried out more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;satisfactorily&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He worked from home today so I still got some quality time to spend with him. All we talked about was share market trading!! Today our finance minister presented the annual budget in the parliament and my husband traded on the right side of the market! He was very happy about it and he lent me some information about it!!  (These men! I really doubted why he stayed home for... is it the anniversary or he wanted to see the budget speech and keep an eye on market!!) But all the same I am happy as I had gained some new information. I really am very bad with the financial market and all the Numbers involved... Pure mathematics like matrices, integration, derivatives etc I am o.k. with... but when that money word comes in between my maths collapses completely! I really don't know why... so now I am trying to improve it! And of course I am not telling him about it before my goal is achieved!! (I know  in my guts that even if he tries to be patient and gentle, all his comments and efforts to encourage me will frighten me  soon enough!) So that is my resolution of the Day! I will surprise him with my knowledge of finance next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After months' wait it rained properly like a Monsoon day today! As all our water resources depend upon the Monsoon it's a really happy day after the worries that rain will never come and it would be a draught like situation this year in this part of the country. The situation is still not much different as we need lots of more rains; but at least it had started. So in all this day was full of all kind of emotional ups and downs! What a day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-9148791900862407038?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/9148791900862407038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=9148791900862407038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9148791900862407038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9148791900862407038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-7727158148968837667</id><published>2009-07-03T00:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:33:03.456+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Terminator Salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Terminator salvation-the 4Th movie of the series of terminator movies released in India last Friday and we went to see it on Saturday। It was not that successful at the box office at least in Pune! But I liked the movie very much। Even if it the the 4Th movie it had a strong story line, fast pace and good action! It never contradicts with the earlier moviews and with all that, it has its own moments as well. You get scared when machines (different from all earlier movies) attack and carry human prisoners, you get thrilled when John Conner appeals everybody to give him time and goes in enemy camp to save his future father and there is a very good mystery about Marcus... half machine half man as well! All in all I liked the movie and I certainly give it two thumbs up! But I have hell of time afterwords explaining my 11 year old daughter about John Conner's would be father whom he sent himself in past!! After many sincere efforts by me she took pity on me and gave up saying that although she didn't understand the movie fully she liked it as well!! (Now what she liked about it that you have to ask her as I don't dare......) So even if it is not a comedy we had a good laugh 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/3588541556986384804-7727158148968837667?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/7727158148968837667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=7727158148968837667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7727158148968837667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7727158148968837667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/07/terminator-salvation.html' title='Terminator Salvation'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-1290137202883876329</id><published>2009-06-26T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:47:22.041+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friday confession</title><content type='html'>I am posting on my blog after a long time as my computer was not working for full four days last week and when I could log on there was a huge back log! but now I have caught up with all of you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this very long break I started to think about some way to keep on some regular posts. I immediately started thinking about Friday confession. I had liked the idea instantly when I first saw it on some of these blogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started writing it and it dawned on me that it is not my cup of tea. I used to write a diary but nobody was allowed to see it without my permission. The thought of somebody reading it used to shake me up to my core. Now after so many years I am able to show it to some selected people but not everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's wrong with me? Really don't have guts to show my truth to all people? Or am I afraid to hurt feelings of the others... May be I am scared of myself!! I am not the person I want every body to think I am. And if this truth comes out nobody will like me. Or may be I am not that straight forward as I think I am! Any way ... what might be the reason no Friday confession is coming from me !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-1290137202883876329?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/1290137202883876329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=1290137202883876329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/1290137202883876329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/1290137202883876329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-confession.html' title='Friday confession'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-2098341102186990284</id><published>2009-06-09T23:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:34:37.548+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>One task completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I had read about the 'Twilight series' so many times that I decided to read it and bought one copy of the first book. I read about characters, their effect on writers on some of the blogs as well. But somehow I couldn't got started with it. I felt it will be like 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' series. I was fan of that series with Angel as male lead character. I never liked Spike. So what is going to be new? Sometimes it happens with me! I get lazy without any reason. But finally I started reading it and finished it in two days. I finished it on the cloudy evening with a beautiful twilight you rarely find in this part of world! It was a great feeling... most awaited monsoon is coming after a long hot summer, after the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-monsoon thunderous rain the atmosphere is very clean and fresh and I completed the book long decided...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I liked it! Impossible things you believe to be possible. The emotions are so confusing and strong... not in the same contest of blood thirst and all but in real life also you get such strong and confused emotions! These emotions make you weak and you can't take decisions! Or almost take wrong decisions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I like the sentence in the preface - "When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end." The story is very catching and language is flowing. Now I will try and read the other two parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have joined the 'Hermit book club'. There I came across the name '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haruki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Murakami&lt;/span&gt;'. I found out some short stories written by him on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. I read "Landscape with Flatiron". I liked it so my next mission is to find books written by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haruki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Murakami&lt;/span&gt; and read them. I know I am going a bit slow just now...But I will like to complete this task...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-2098341102186990284?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/2098341102186990284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=2098341102186990284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2098341102186990284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2098341102186990284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-task-completed.html' title='One task completed'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-7430285412903305498</id><published>2009-06-07T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:13:42.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ocean mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Siv4PzubIFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sUPLLayMbVg/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344638333271875666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Siv4PzubIFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sUPLLayMbVg/s320/scan0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A colourful sunset on a cloudy day in Kanyakumari, India. A picturesque combination of colours clouds and ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Siv4Cy3O2AI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dPbIHypDvDA/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344638109702084610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Siv4Cy3O2AI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dPbIHypDvDA/s320/scan0006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A serene beach in Trivendram, Kerala, India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Siv32vlXCnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZgaWpqTzwzU/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344637902663387762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Siv32vlXCnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZgaWpqTzwzU/s320/scan0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The famous monuments in the sea in Kannyakumari, India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Siv3evG7dOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XDJ_QGBscEI/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344637490218890466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Siv3evG7dOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XDJ_QGBscEI/s320/scan0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erosion due to see waves....Harihareshwar, Kokan , Maharashtra, India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SivdPXRwphI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_gaIy47MO2Q/s1600-h/Image(184).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344608638821508626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SivdPXRwphI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_gaIy47MO2Q/s320/Image(184).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cruise near Gate-way of India Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SivcBQBb-JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rrZrE9x_faU/s1600-h/100_1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344607296844200082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SivcBQBb-JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rrZrE9x_faU/s320/100_1831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Beach in Ganapatipule Kokan Maharashtra India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sivaa22h0VI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YmbSGMVBh-Y/s1600-h/24022008(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344605537740902738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sivaa22h0VI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YmbSGMVBh-Y/s320/24022008(011).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Artificial Tri-pods trying to restrict the sea...Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SivYEcmXuLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eroPaGxHqhQ/s1600-h/100_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344602953713432754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SivYEcmXuLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eroPaGxHqhQ/s320/100_1866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A beach of Guhagar Kokan Maharashtra India.This sea is turning out to be dangerous even if it looks innocent due to under currents at low tide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We all love oceans in the family. Especially me and my husband. Now it is coming down to my daughter as well. We love to watch, visit and swim into the ocean very much. I don't know why we like these things. I tried to analyze this liking once. Ocean's vastness, it's enormous capacity to destruct and at the same time be able to look calm , quiet and harmless attracts me to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We visited some beaches in India. It just amazes me how human life and culture develops around it. There is so much variety in this life and culture that you don't believe it's the same ocean you are visiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have seen sea in Oban Scotland and Dovar in England and they were totally different than the sea we see in India. The white sand cliffs I have seen in Dover I would never forget. Seeing the 'Under Water World' of Edinburgh was the experience of the lifetime. I was remembering the scene in 20,000 leagues under the sea all day while we were there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-7430285412903305498?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/7430285412903305498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=7430285412903305498' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7430285412903305498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7430285412903305498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/06/ocean-mania.html' title='Ocean mania'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Siv4PzubIFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sUPLLayMbVg/s72-c/scan0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-3370114268941421876</id><published>2009-06-03T16:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:36:23.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The list of movies I really like to see is increasing.I want to see Angels and Damons, Star Trek ,Wolverine etc. (Before this movie I have to see all the other X-men movies I guess!) But as I am trying to find time to see them I am very much lost in the memories of classic star trek series I used to see. That was the first ever series I watched on the idiot box. It used to come every sunday morning. Days of daily soaps had not then started... I was in school. My English was not good enough. (It is still not good enough but it is better than that now!!) But still I used to watct it. (It was more for a show off that I watch English serials and I understand it !!) It was my first sci-fi experience in life. I am very sad because it took almost 14 years of my life to get that experiance! But I am happy for my daughter as she got that experiance very early in her life and at 11 she knows almost everything. From time machine to space-ship and aliens as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am thankful to myself for faithfully watching the Star Trek series as it has given me the love for physics. It has given me the love for sci-fie stories. It has developed a courage in me to see and read new things even if at times I don't understand them fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I liked the characters Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock the best. Now their sons are there in this new Star Trek movie so I don't want to miss it. I tried to watch the other seasons of Star Trek but I didn't like any of them! I think I never got emotionally attached to it. To like anything it should emotionally capture you. Only great knowledge or theories are not enough. And only emotions are boring.. So it should be combination of all of it with logic and no non-sense.That is what works for me. So I am the fan of classic Star trek serial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-3370114268941421876?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/3370114268941421876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=3370114268941421876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3370114268941421876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3370114268941421876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/06/star-trek.html' title='Star Trek'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-8034187820268831018</id><published>2009-05-28T10:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:07:59.544+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sh90ktxQQaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pi7BVZSP-c8/s1600-h/Imgp8706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341115857194992034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sh90ktxQQaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pi7BVZSP-c8/s320/Imgp8706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to write a diary and write the lines, poems etc... I used to like while reading it later. Somehow I lost that habit. But after a long time I got that note book out and wrote few poems while reading some of the blogs I follow... It was a refreshing experience! I felt like I was again in the school and college ! Over the years I had a thought nagging me in my mind that I am loosing my sensitivity now a days....I don't feel that strongly about the things. I thought that the experience of life had done that to me. But on the other hand I am becoming too touchy and sensitive about few things...regarding my husband and daughter....which is actually shocking. I know I have to get over this sensitivity soon enough! I am trying hard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after I started blogging I have a feeling that I am getting back that sensitivity... It is like getting myself back ! I am very happy! "THANK YOU EVERYONE"!! Now I am looking at everything with different perspective. I keep on searching what I really feel about the things around me... I keep thinking what I will write on this blog and keep wondering what I will read ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here you can find variety of subjects from movies, books, poetry to recipes, parenting to paranormal experiences... I find straight forwardness and frankness of bloggers overwhelming! I can never be that straight forward ! but I can always try....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to you all I find this parallel world as interesting as books movies and astro physics!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-8034187820268831018?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/8034187820268831018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=8034187820268831018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8034187820268831018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8034187820268831018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/Sh90ktxQQaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pi7BVZSP-c8/s72-c/Imgp8706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-2171944353702979379</id><published>2009-05-18T08:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:32:54.492+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astro physics'/><title type='text'>Another Parallel world? No...It's our world only!!</title><content type='html'>I have posted many posts regarding my passion with reading, watching movies,  painting etc. But my blog will remain incomplete without this post. I like to see photos of all planets, galaxies, stars, black holes, etc. I don't have any telescope or I cannot take pictures yet but I am planning to buy it in near future... Until then I like to see all these pictures you can find on Internet... These are some select pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/ShDeGsVVk8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/JQNe0_EXjvo/s1600-h/4528717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337009764995273666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/ShDeGsVVk8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/JQNe0_EXjvo/s400/4528717.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/ShDd7s0VCII/AAAAAAAAAHM/edbpucnXdPM/s1600-h/4528729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337009576146700418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/ShDd7s0VCII/AAAAAAAAAHM/edbpucnXdPM/s400/4528729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/ShDdZ8wmtTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Xda3orvCheI/s1600-h/4528611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337008996310496562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/ShDdZ8wmtTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Xda3orvCheI/s320/4528611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/ShDdR85Qs_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/hQk-JfVCaxo/s1600-h/4528716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337008858907849714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/ShDdR85Qs_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/hQk-JfVCaxo/s200/4528716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/ShDdHiyZi4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/PP3Ujz7NqkE/s1600-h/4528627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337008680101055362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/ShDdHiyZi4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/PP3Ujz7NqkE/s200/4528627.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the most fascinating world for me... The vastness, colourfullness and the feeling of  'so little we know about the world' just left me wordless and breathless.&lt;/div&gt;&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/3588541556986384804-2171944353702979379?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/2171944353702979379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=2171944353702979379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2171944353702979379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/2171944353702979379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-parallel-world-noits-our-world.html' title='Another Parallel world? No...It&apos;s our world only!!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/ShDeGsVVk8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/JQNe0_EXjvo/s72-c/4528717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-5933722427195801580</id><published>2009-05-14T00:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:07:13.742+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgsgmjjwmmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SUDpSQ4wJKQ/s1600-h/100_1768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335394030302829154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgsgmjjwmmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SUDpSQ4wJKQ/s200/100_1768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture drawn by my 11 year old daughter...&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/3588541556986384804-5933722427195801580?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/5933722427195801580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=5933722427195801580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5933722427195801580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5933722427195801580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/05/picture-drawn-by-my-11-year-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgsgmjjwmmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SUDpSQ4wJKQ/s72-c/100_1768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-3578133672623909676</id><published>2009-05-13T23:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:00:03.459+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My new resolution</title><content type='html'>I started this blog out of curiosity. To learn something more about computers. I have done my B.Sc.(physics)with special subject as computer science. I have learned "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;FORTRON&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;COBOL&lt;/span&gt;" at that time (and we had known immediately that they were useless ! That was time of C++ ,Oracle etc.) So to keep myself in touch and giving some illusions to myself of doing something new, I started this blog. Thank god for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of my M.Sc. classmate met me on orkut and came to know about my blog. I don't know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; he really followed what I am doing with my blog or not ,but from time to time he kept on asking questions about it and fuelled my curiosity. Now thanks to him I have discovered a true joy of the blogging! (I am personally going to thank him on orkut but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; that I am going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt; if he really followed what I am writing on the blog!) I have discovered a whole new world for myself! I am following many blogs now which are giving me some beautiful information about life. It gave me the new hope, a new light to find myself over again, a new spectacle to see myself through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have made a resolution to write 'a post - a day' on my blog. May be I am expecting a little too much from myself but I am going to try hard. Let us see how much of my resolutions I can fulfill! (I am crossing my fingers for it.) I need expert opinion and help from my husband but he is willingly and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;generously&lt;/span&gt; giving it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-3578133672623909676?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/3578133672623909676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=3578133672623909676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3578133672623909676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/3578133672623909676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-resolution.html' title='My new resolution'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-8308044251232116188</id><published>2009-05-10T12:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:54:35.887+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Expressing yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgZ8kbyTReI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Su6pzbOFWFc/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334087774042801634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgZ8kbyTReI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Su6pzbOFWFc/s200/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I like to prepare greeting-cards myself.Each and every person I know have different personality and the relationship we share has different shades.So I like to prepare a different card for each person for each occasion...&lt;br /&gt;My daughter on my insistence prepares greetings herself now-a-days. She loves it!&lt;br /&gt;This particular greeting I have prepared is for my elder sister.I liked this of all as it shows her personality really well.With the eternal things like sea, moon and the earth ( in abstract way),a bird flying is representing her! I have kept this greeting with me for such a long time....I have only used a pencil to prepare this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-8308044251232116188?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/8308044251232116188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=8308044251232116188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8308044251232116188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/8308044251232116188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/05/expressing-yourself.html' title='Expressing yourself'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgZ8kbyTReI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Su6pzbOFWFc/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-7869396624719373663</id><published>2009-05-09T09:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:34:37.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nataraj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgUAaP63SlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mN-5kScpA6c/s1600-h/nata5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgT559OJ4ZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-pwWod_uZvo/s1600-h/Nataraj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333662632795300242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgT559OJ4ZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-pwWod_uZvo/s320/Nataraj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this poster I have used metallic paints. There are so many different types of paints available in the market ! I liked these metallic and pearl colours .They give painting a nice glow. This painting just looks similar to the bronze statue of " Lord Nataraj".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgUAnzQkypI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x96E5pXYpgA/s1600-h/nata5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333670017464846994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgUAnzQkypI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x96E5pXYpgA/s200/nata5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3588541556986384804-7869396624719373663?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/7869396624719373663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=7869396624719373663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7869396624719373663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7869396624719373663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/05/nataraj.html' title='Nataraj'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgT559OJ4ZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-pwWod_uZvo/s72-c/Nataraj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-4503001094066525024</id><published>2009-05-08T21:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:08:23.822+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My painting experiments !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgRf3TXF5fI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Iis-XUXe43k/s1600-h/God2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333493262408082930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgRf3TXF5fI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Iis-XUXe43k/s320/God2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art is another vast world you can lose yourself in !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgRawUCiCWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/up7UZMEsTRQ/s1600-h/Peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333487644773058914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgRawUCiCWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/up7UZMEsTRQ/s320/Peacock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgRecNCmIXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-oRL8M8gviQ/s1600-h/Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333491697343406450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgRecNCmIXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-oRL8M8gviQ/s320/Dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like painting.I have tried different forms of painting like...making posters , cloth painting , pot painting etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures show the poster I have made.This type of painting is called 'Warali Painting' .It is an ancient trible form of painting. In this type of painting generally brown colour background is used but I have used black colour backgroud as it gives lift to the white coloured figures in the painting on any colour of wall. We can also use colours ...The other poster I have made is with colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgRecNCmIXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-oRL8M8gviQ/s1600-h/Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3588541556986384804-4503001094066525024?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/4503001094066525024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=4503001094066525024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/4503001094066525024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/4503001094066525024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-painting-experiments.html' title='My painting experiments !'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ojRxv7Yu_-c/SgRf3TXF5fI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Iis-XUXe43k/s72-c/God2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-9142161125576892235</id><published>2009-03-11T23:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:41:40.755+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My fanfiction story</title><content type='html'>As I am a big fan of Harry potter books I am also having some ideas in mind about the story. So I am writing that idea in a story on the fanfiction.net. Please follow this link.. &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4916836/1/The_ultimate_adventure"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4916836/1/The_ultimate_adventure&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Your reviews are most welcome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-9142161125576892235?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/9142161125576892235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=9142161125576892235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9142161125576892235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9142161125576892235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-fanfiction-story.html' title='My fanfiction story'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-4850335393222845714</id><published>2009-02-10T00:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:40:26.885+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Our own world</title><content type='html'>While living a very ordinary life I have seen so many different people around.Each one very special... each one imagining and creating their own world!!! they create these worlds with their beliefs ,their idealism ,their peculiar nature and  their hobbies as well.....&lt;br /&gt;     I have my own world as well.....when I was young ; I have seen so many dreams ...and I have believed in fulfilling them! But as the time passed I realised that many of them are not going to fulfill.When my belief starts failing me I listen to all that song I used to listen while dreaming....they give me strength I need to see more dreams and for trying to fulfill them...At least my self belief returns!&lt;br /&gt;     I become fan of many writers,R.J.s,leaders,personalities,movie and T.V.stars. Even characters in books.Then I create my own new world around them. It gives me so much pleasure to imagine and even sometimes create some events around them..I write then and experiment with emotions that well up within me. That is my own world! Only my world !! I enjoy being there immensely!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-4850335393222845714?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/4850335393222845714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=4850335393222845714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/4850335393222845714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/4850335393222845714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-own-world.html' title='Our own world'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-6357494910061840824</id><published>2008-06-09T19:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:31:38.336+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>May be</title><content type='html'>I want to say something&lt;br /&gt;                that I have to say now!&lt;br /&gt;                otherwise,regrets will stay behind&lt;br /&gt;                 May be...I could have told you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;         May be...I could have loved you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than what I have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May be friendship could have flourished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than it already have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May be lot more could have happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy memories leaving behind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do feel very sorry... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but...I have accepted it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I have to now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whom&lt;/span&gt; I love and adore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as I can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-6357494910061840824?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/6357494910061840824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=6357494910061840824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/6357494910061840824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/6357494910061840824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2008/06/may-be.html' title='May be'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-5229763660984424026</id><published>2008-05-31T18:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:22:31.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Imagine a future world!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;              How the future world will be like? There are so many science fiction stories and movies around....Will the future world have all those things? Which movie do you think will be most practical ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                  1) The fifth element&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                  2)The terminator OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                  3) star wars ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;              In Harry Potter series J.K.Rowling had imagined a parallel magical witch and wizard world. DO you think it exist?Or it will be there in future?A Parallel world of people having extra power....Having some special gifts from science!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;             I am a Physics double graduate person.We had a subject called Quantum Mechanics in our T.Y.Our sir use to tell us lot of stories to make that boring subject interesting.Once while talking about star trek serial he said that "If matter and energy are inter convertible then with the use of Quantum Mechanics you can prove that man can be transported from one place to other in the form of energy...just shown in the star trek.I am mentioning this because two days back I have seen a article where they have developed a device which can convert excess mechanical energy produced while walking into electricity! So what will be next step? Will it be conversion of matter into electricity and trying it on mankind! It is a science fiction come true! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-5229763660984424026?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/5229763660984424026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=5229763660984424026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5229763660984424026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/5229763660984424026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2008/05/imagine-future-world.html' title='Imagine a future world!!!!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-9101828566843545783</id><published>2008-05-30T18:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T19:08:31.712+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Teaser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;         One day I read a story where a person living near a very high power electric pole was able to create a new world by merely dreaming!!! If we conduct all public gatherings of politicians near such a powerful grid what will happen? I think 2-3 new worlds will form!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;         1)A world which they talk about in public!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;         2)A world which they think they actually can build!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and   3)A world they actually want to create for there benefits!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;            What do you think??should we actually experiment??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-9101828566843545783?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/9101828566843545783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=9101828566843545783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9101828566843545783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/9101828566843545783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2008/05/teaser.html' title='A Teaser!'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-7406910073153029418</id><published>2008-05-22T01:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:46:22.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Parallel Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I always find myself drowned in books or movies or T.V.serials....I kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt; my own world there.I like some characters,and I hate few!I like someone to win and someone to lose!Then I kind of try and copy few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;behaviors&lt;/span&gt; that suit my character...Do you think it is a madness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I think everybody does that a bit!That is why the topics like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;magic&lt;/span&gt;,fiction etc are so popular....Even surfing the net is living different life....and it is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; popular....Everybody wants to live a different life than he or she is living and that is where a parallel world is born!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;WE dream,we fantasise,we think.....And sometimes it comes true in reality.....Or we keep on thinking If only I have behaved differently it would have been different.....If only we can go back in time ;change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; ;and see the results...and then choose....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-7406910073153029418?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/7406910073153029418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=7406910073153029418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7406910073153029418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/7406910073153029418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-parallel-worlds.html' title='My Parallel Worlds'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588541556986384804.post-4166050987653929012</id><published>2008-05-21T18:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:36:44.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why I have started this blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am a housewife.....still I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; this blog! My life is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt;.No big changes....no big stories....no secrets....Not even a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;desperation&lt;/span&gt;!!!(I am not a desperate kind of housewife!) In a way I am happy and satisfied with my life.But many times I review my life and think about the decisions I have taken....Many times I feel,if I have taken a different decision my life could have taken a different turn... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I like reading and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt;.One day I came across a nice science fiction story where there was a concept of parallel worlds....and parallel life...Then I decided to write my life...Actual and in parallel world!!!!!!!!! That is why I have started this blog!Online I am reliving my life;two ways!May be many of people out there want to do the same thing!Or may be they are doing it already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588541556986384804-4166050987653929012?l=prashansapuranik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/feeds/4166050987653929012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588541556986384804&amp;postID=4166050987653929012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/4166050987653929012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588541556986384804/posts/default/4166050987653929012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-i-have-started-this-blog.html' title='Why I have started this blog'/><author><name>pra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00330192263223672707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFgYe2iaqQw/Tawru2vWEOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Yw-6lVfZr1A/s220/imagesCAZQUG34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
