<?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-3043592275203711393</id><updated>2012-01-26T07:51:14.078+05:30</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Mind'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Munawwar Rana'/><category term='Beleif and Thought'/><category term='Old Memories'/><category term='Changing Age'/><category term='Urdu /Hindi Sher'/><category term='Maan'/><category term='Motivation'/><category term='Arakshan'/><category term='Reservation'/><category term='Body and Soul'/><category term='HRD Minister'/><category term='Role-model'/><category term='Khota Bachpan'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='Spirituality'/><category term='WISH'/><category term='Old Hindi Poem'/><category term='Sudha Murthey'/><title type='text'>Phir Kya Hoga Uske Bad</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a composition of end less questions . The origination of next question lies in the answer of previous question . Do not take life very seriousely , treat it like a child . The only way to enjoy with a child is that be a child . Accept it as it comes .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-6865956418159892013</id><published>2010-11-22T17:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:09:04.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Investment In India - 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Analysis Of Factors And Policies'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-103120881189937608</id><published>2008-07-09T14:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:59:31.942+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Khalil Gibran on - "The Marriage"</title><content type='html'>You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. &lt;br /&gt;You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days. &lt;br /&gt;Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. &lt;br /&gt;But let there be spaces in your togetherness, &lt;br /&gt;And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. &lt;br /&gt;Love one another but make not a bond of love: &lt;br /&gt;Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. &lt;br /&gt;Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. &lt;br /&gt;Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. &lt;br /&gt;Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, &lt;br /&gt;Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. &lt;br /&gt;Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. &lt;br /&gt;For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. &lt;br /&gt;And stand together, yet not too near together: &lt;br /&gt;For the pillars of the temple stand apart, &lt;br /&gt;And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-103120881189937608?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/103120881189937608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=103120881189937608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/103120881189937608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/103120881189937608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/07/khalil-gibran-on-marriage.html' title='Khalil Gibran on - &quot;The Marriage&quot;'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-6197200953355686051</id><published>2008-07-09T12:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:40:30.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudha Murthey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Role-model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Some 34 years old memories of Sudha Murthy: The First Lady Technical Officer in Tata Motors</title><content type='html'>Sudha Kulkarni Murthy  needs no formal introduction that she is wife of Narayan Murthy , that she is chairman of Infosys Foundation , that she is a devoted social worker and an acclaimed writer . &lt;br /&gt;Here I am putting the excerpts from her write up    that she written on 24-July-2004 on the occasion of JRD Birthday that was published in the ‘TELCO Magazine ‘ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate in computer science. I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the US ... I had not thought of taking up a job in India . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (now Tata Motors)... It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom was a small line: 'Lady Candidates need not apply.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up against gender discrimination. Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers... &lt;br /&gt;Little did I know then that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful? After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco's management about the injustice the company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know who headed Telco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of the Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company's chairman then) I took the card, addressed it to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India , such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives they have cared for higher education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco's Pune facility at the company's expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! I collected Rs30 each from everyone who wanted a sari when I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city. To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco's Pimpri office for the interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were six people on the panel and I realized then that this was serious business. 'This is the girl who wrote to JRD,' I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realization abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the interview was being conducted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, so I told them, rather impolitely, 'I hope this is only a technical interview.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude. The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, 'Do you know why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place. I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties, so I answered, 'But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought I would take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka there, we became good friends and we got married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him till I was transferred to Bombay. One day I had to show some reports to Mr Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as SM.. I was in his office on the first floor of Bombay House (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in. That was the first time I saw 'appro JRD'. Appro means 'our' in Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, 'Jeh (that's what his close associates called him), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate. She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-6197200953355686051?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/6197200953355686051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=6197200953355686051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/6197200953355686051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/6197200953355686051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-34-years-old-memories-of-sudha.html' title='Some 34 years old memories of Sudha Murthy: The First Lady Technical Officer in Tata Motors'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-3124624335959939767</id><published>2008-06-13T12:14:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:19:18.126+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urdu /Hindi Sher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munawwar Rana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maan'/><title type='text'>Munawwar Rana</title><content type='html'>The excellent URDU Poem (Sher) by Munawwar Rana over 'The Mother - Maan' .  Not sure you remember the SUB TV (Now it is a subsidiary of SONY Channel ) and one of its famous program used to be broadcasted on Sunday .I can not remember the name of the program but it was a class in itself .It was being hosted by Ashok Chkradhar and latter Mr. Shailesh Lodha took the Podium . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Sher by Munawwar Rana from the same programe -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisi ko ghar mila hisse men   ya koee dukan aayi &lt;br /&gt;main ghar men sabase chhota tha  mere hisse men man aayi ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labon par uske kabhi bad'dua nahi hoti, &lt;br /&gt;bas ek maaN hai jo kabhi khafa nahi hoti... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is tarah mere gunahon ko wo dho deti hai, &lt;br /&gt;maaN bahut gusee mein hoti hai to ro deti hai... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maine rote hue poonchhe thhe kisi din aansu &lt;br /&gt; muddaton maaN ne nahi dhoya dupatta apna.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abhi zinda hai maaN meri mujhe kuchh bhi nahi hoga, &lt;br /&gt;main jab ghar se nikalta hoon dua bhi saath chalti hai... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jab bhi kashti meri sailab mein aa jaati hai &lt;br /&gt;maaN dua karti hui khwaab mein aa jaati hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye andhere dekh le munh tera kaala ho gaya, &lt;br /&gt;maaN ne aankhein khol di ghar mein ujaala ho gaya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meri khwahish hai ki main phir se farishta ho jaun &lt;br /&gt;maaN se is tarah liptun ki bachcha ho jaun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'munawwar' maaN ke aage yun kabhi khulkar nahi rona &lt;br /&gt;jahan buniyaad ho itni nami achchhi nahi hoti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lipat jaata  hoon maaN se aur mausi muskurati hai, &lt;br /&gt;main udru mein ghazal kehta hoon hindi muskurati hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwar Rana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-3124624335959939767?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/3124624335959939767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=3124624335959939767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/3124624335959939767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/3124624335959939767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/06/munawwar-rana.html' title='Munawwar Rana'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-5116023676394319031</id><published>2008-06-04T10:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:41:36.037+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HRD Minister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arakshan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reservation'/><title type='text'>New Exam pattern in India (Revised):</title><content type='html'>Are we living in a country of reservation? Are we really honest while making 'RESERVATION' a policy or a way to exploit the political mileage? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know or honestly saying not interested in knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from one of collogue, Anant Jha , which is an analogy but truly describe the 'Reservation System' . (Thanks goes to ARJUN SINGH - HRD Minister, Government of India) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. GENRL - Answer ALL questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. OBC - WRITE ANY one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SC - ONLY READ questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. &lt;br /&gt;4. ST - THANKS FOR COMING.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS RESERVATION……&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-5116023676394319031?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/5116023676394319031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=5116023676394319031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/5116023676394319031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/5116023676394319031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-exam-pattern-in-india-revised.html' title='New Exam pattern in India (Revised):'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-3008462189798125761</id><published>2008-04-29T13:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:53:46.722+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body and Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><title type='text'>The basics of Patanjali’s Hath Yoga or Astang Yoga</title><content type='html'>The science of Hatha yoga is attributed to Shiva – one of the trinity in the Hindu pantheon. Sage Patanjali systematized the art of Yoga around 500 BC and wrote the first textbook on the subject called Yoga Sutra.&lt;br /&gt; The word Yoga is derived from the Sanskrit root word “yuj” which means to bind, conjoin, attach. Yoga is the art of bringing an incoherent and scattered mind into a coherent state of making a communion of the jivatma, or human soul, with paramatma, or supreme soul. When the mind, intellect, and self are in full control, one is liberated from the feelings of sorrow and pain, and a state of bliss or enlightenment is achieved. And that is what Yoga is all about. &lt;br /&gt;Patanjali describes Yoga as consisting of 8 limbs or parts – hence he named it Ashtanga (Eight) yoga. These 8 limbs are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Yama (moral commandments)&lt;br /&gt;              Niyama (self purification by discipline)&lt;br /&gt;              Asana (body posture)&lt;br /&gt;              Pranayama (control of the breath)&lt;br /&gt;              Pratyahara (control of mind from the domination of senses)&lt;br /&gt;              Dharana (concentration)&lt;br /&gt;              Dhyana (meditation)&lt;br /&gt;              Samadhi (a state of super consciousness where the individual becomes &lt;br /&gt;                       one with the universal spirit). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yama and Niyama control our passions and emotions. Asanas keep the body and soul healthy and strong and in harmony with the nature. These three parts – Yama, Niyama, and Asanas represent outward quests or Bahiranga (External) Sadhana   . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two stages – Pranayama and Pratyahara – teach us to regulate breathing and help us to free our senses from objects of desire. These constitute inner quests or Antaranga (Inner) Sadhana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final three stages – Dharana, Dhyana and Samadhi – take us to the inner most compartment of our soul. The idea is that the supreme spirit is within us – known as Antaratma. Therefore, these final stages are called Antaratma sadhana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each topic in Aashtanga yoga is very broad in its scope. In this topic, we shall concentrate on the third limb, viz., Asana. Asana  are not mere gymnastic exercises. They are body postures that develop agility, balance, endurance, poise, and great vitality of body and mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASANA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Asana  have evolved over 1000s of years to exercise every organ system in the body. There are supposedly 8,400,000 asana. The system of asana is truly very ingenious. The central idea is to devise a body posture in such a way that a particular organ system is exercised and toned by compressing, or stretching, or twisting certain body parts while being in perfect balance. The real importance of asana lies in the way they train and discipline the mind. The yogi conquers the body by the practice of asana and makes it a fit vehicle for the spirit, particularly for the supreme soul. &lt;br /&gt; The naming system of asana is very significant and it embodies the principle of evolution. Some asana are named for vegetation. Others are named after insects, aquatic animals, amphibians, birds, quadruped, and other animals, human embryonic state, legendary heroes, sages, and the gods of the Hindu pantheon. The different body postures taking these different forms of life symbolically underscore the importance of life, no matter what bodily form it takes, because of the Universal Spirit that exists in all of them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In my next post I will write the details of ‘YOGASANA’ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:            1.  Patanjali Yogsutra (Shankar Bhashya Tika)&lt;br /&gt;                       2.  The Raj Yoga – by Swami Vivekananda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-3008462189798125761?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/3008462189798125761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=3008462189798125761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/3008462189798125761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/3008462189798125761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/04/basics-of-patanjalis-hath-yoga-or.html' title='The basics of Patanjali’s Hath Yoga or Astang Yoga'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-2854339819140085797</id><published>2008-04-25T11:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:38:46.540+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khota Bachpan'/><title type='text'>The Lost Childhood</title><content type='html'>During the web surfing , as usual , I came across a very good Hindi Poem by Saroj Kumar Verma , very appropriate to the present situation of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;साक्षी स्‍कूल जा रहा है &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............-सरोज कुमार वर्मा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पीठ पर बस्‍ते का पहाड़&lt;br /&gt;और वाटर-बॉटल में चुल्‍लू भर समंदर लिये&lt;br /&gt;साक्षी स्‍कूल जा रहा है।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जूते काट रहे हैं पांव&lt;br /&gt;गरदन कस रही है टाई&lt;br /&gt;पीछे लदी किताब-कॉपियों के कारण&lt;br /&gt;बैलेंस बनाये रखने की कोशिश में&lt;br /&gt;आगे झुकी-झुकी दुख रही है कमर&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मगर इन सब के बावजूद&lt;br /&gt;साक्षी तेज-तेज कदमों से&lt;br /&gt;स्‍कूल जा रहा है&lt;br /&gt;कि देर हो जाने पर&lt;br /&gt;क्‍लास से बाहर रहना पड़ेगा&lt;br /&gt;या भरना पड़ेगा जुर्माना।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;साक्षी ने आज होमवर्क नहीं किया&lt;br /&gt;कल आई थी बुआ की बेटी झिलमिल&lt;br /&gt;वह उसी के साथ खेलते-खेलते सो गया था&lt;br /&gt;पर अभी स्‍कूल जाते&lt;br /&gt;कांप रहा है उसका मन&lt;br /&gt;कि इंग्लिश वाले सर&lt;br /&gt;बड़ी बेरहमी से पीटते हैं।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;साक्षी कभी-कभी स्‍कूल जाना नहीं चाहता&lt;br /&gt;वह तितलियों के पीछे भागना चाहता है&lt;br /&gt;उड़ाना चाहता है पतंग&lt;br /&gt;खरगोश के बच्‍चे के साथ खेलना चाहता है&lt;br /&gt;और चाहता है बाबा के पास गांव चला जाना&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मगर उसे छुट्टि‍यां नहीं मिलती।&lt;br /&gt;पापा कहते हैं – पढ़ो बेटा! खूब पढ़ो&lt;br /&gt;तुम्‍हें कलक्‍टर बनना है&lt;br /&gt;मम्‍मी कहती है – नहीं। डॉक्‍टर;&lt;br /&gt;मगर साक्षी से कोई नहीं पूछता&lt;br /&gt;वह क्‍या बनना चाहता है?&lt;br /&gt;उसे पसंद है चित्र बनाना&lt;br /&gt;गीत गाना और बजाना वायलिन।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लेकिन साक्षी क्‍या करे?&lt;br /&gt;कहां फेंक आये पीठ पर लदा पहाड़?&lt;br /&gt;कैसे खोले गरदन कसी टाई की गांठ?&lt;br /&gt;आसमान में उड़ते पंछियों को देखकर&lt;br /&gt;सड़क पर लगे माइल-स्‍टोन होने से&lt;br /&gt;खुद को कैसे बचाये&lt;br /&gt;सोचता हुआ साक्षी स्‍कूल जा रहा है।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-2854339819140085797?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-3825340798081403135</id><published>2008-04-23T14:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:04:12.693+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Hindi Poem'/><title type='text'>यह कदम्ब का पेड़ / सुभद्राकुमारी चौहान</title><content type='html'>चलिये मैं अब अपनी कुछ और पुरानी यादों को ताजा करते हुये आपके सामने ये कविता रखता हूं।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;यह कदंब का पेड़ अगर माँ होता यमुना तीरे।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मैं भी उस पर बैठ कन्हैया बनता धीरे-धीरे।।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ले देतीं यदि मुझे बांसुरी तुम दो पैसे वाली।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;किसी तरह नीची हो जाती यह कदंब की डाली।।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हें नहीं कुछ कहता पर मैं चुपके-चुपके आता।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उस नीची डाली से अम्मा ऊँचे पर चढ़ जाता।।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वहीं बैठ फिर बड़े मजे से मैं बांसुरी बजाता।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अम्मा-अम्मा कह वंशी के स्वर में तुम्हे बुलाता।।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बहुत बुलाने पर भी माँ जब नहीं उतर कर आता।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;माँ, तब माँ का हृदय तुम्हारा बहुत विकल हो जाता।।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तुम आँचल फैला कर अम्मां वहीं पेड़ के नीचे।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ईश्वर से कुछ विनती करतीं बैठी आँखें मीचे।।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हें ध्यान में लगी देख मैं धीरे-धीरे आता।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;और तुम्हारे फैले आँचल के नीचे छिप जाता।।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तुम घबरा कर आँख खोलतीं, पर माँ खुश हो जाती।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जब अपने मुन्ना राजा को गोदी में ही पातीं।।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इसी तरह कुछ खेला करते हम-तुम धीरे-धीरे।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;यह कदंब का पेड़ अगर माँ होता यमुना तीरे।।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-7949088772316348435</id><published>2008-04-18T14:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:56:41.576+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing Age'/><title type='text'>All Time hit  Errrrrrrrr.  My time hit TV add</title><content type='html'>Time to post some of those sarkari jingles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chal padi hain ik lahar&lt;br /&gt;Gao gao aur shehar shehar&lt;br /&gt;Shishu ki raksha sandesh hamara&lt;br /&gt;Shishu ki raksha uddesh hamara&lt;br /&gt;Jacha Bacha Teeka Kendra or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy writing something on a board &lt;br /&gt;Purab se soorya uga&lt;br /&gt;Faila ujiyara&lt;br /&gt;Jaagi har disha disha&lt;br /&gt;Jaaga jag saara&lt;br /&gt;Manohar Singh - Yakeen nahi hota yeh wahi Kishan hain&lt;br /&gt;Rashtriya Saksharta Mission&lt;br /&gt;And whenever this guy Kishan in our class answered any question, all used to say together 'Yakeen nahi hota yeh wahi Kishan hain'&lt;br /&gt;Another ad with the same song n theme, in which a lady teaches a young woman how to read n write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bol sakhi bol&lt;br /&gt;Tera raaz kya hai&lt;br /&gt;Kya hai teri khushi ka raaz&lt;br /&gt;Tu bata de humko aaj....&lt;br /&gt;Garbh nirodhak goliyaan Mala D hai mera raaz&lt;br /&gt;(Thx Nishant for reminding me the remaining lines)&lt;br /&gt;Bachonmein antar ke liye&lt;br /&gt;Jeevan mein khushi ke liye&lt;br /&gt;Tum bhi apna lo aaj&lt;br /&gt;Mala D, Mala D, Mala D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 body builders with these large hammers hitting 2 coconuts, one inside a helmet&lt;br /&gt;Marzi hain aapki aakhir sar hain aapka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my outright favorite&lt;br /&gt;Aman Verma and Hemant Chaudhary (I guess that was his name) in a campaign regarding safety at unmanned railway crossings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HC as a yankee bike rider](the bike was Yamaha RX100, Silver petrol tank)&lt;br /&gt;AV - Rukiye bhai sahab rukiye zara saawdhani se... aagey train aa rahi hain&lt;br /&gt;HC - Saawadhaaani... what saawadhaaani man??? Thand rakho thand ... Cool down .. Koi farak nahi padta hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As a Bihari Matador driver] (matador was one of those which carried the F for Firodia in front)&lt;br /&gt;HC - Ka hain??? Aur doosra kauno kaam dhaam naahi hain ka....Jab dekho bakar bakar bakar!!!&lt;br /&gt;AV - Bhai sahab train .. blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;HC - Arrey hatiye saamne se .. kauno farak naahi padta hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As a Jaat bus driver]&lt;br /&gt;The bus comes to a screeching halt....&lt;br /&gt;HC - Akhaan phoot gayi ke??? Hor koi gaddi na mili maran ke liye. Ibbi ho jaata tera Happy Budday.&lt;br /&gt;AV - Par bhaisahab wahan train aa rahi hain&lt;br /&gt;HC - Manne na pakadni...aur tu jara sad (side) ne holey.. mar mara jayegaa .. late ho rahe hain late&lt;br /&gt;AV - Bhaisahab train....&lt;br /&gt;HC - Rey, koi farak na padta&lt;br /&gt;HC on a potrait with a flower garland around his neck&lt;br /&gt;HC - Farak to padta hain bhai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ad made the line 'Ibbi ho jata tera happy budday' so famous that it was used left, right n center henceforth. The line 'Jab dekho Bakar Bakar Bakar' also became very popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some smart people gave the logic that AV was repsonsible for getting the poor bus driver killed coz he engaged him in that conversation. Had he not stopped him the bus driver would have long been gone before the train came :) and hence came the revised moral of the Story - Dont stop n listen to anybody on a unmanned railway crossing. Just keep driving :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;Another sarkari oldie (Thx Nishant once again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padhna likhna seekho oh mehnat karne walo&lt;br /&gt;Padhna likhna seekho oh dhoop mein chalne walo&lt;br /&gt;क ख ग घ को पहचानो&lt;br /&gt;अलिफ को पढना सीखो&lt;br /&gt;अ आ इ ई को &lt;br /&gt;हथियार बना के लड़ना सीखो...&lt;br /&gt;Padhna likhna seekho oh mehnat karne walo&lt;br /&gt;Padhna likhna seekho oh dhoop mein chalne walo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Lalit Singh at 4:53 PM 11 Vishesh Tippani  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labels: nostalgia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, April 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bells II &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with jingles... Installment Number II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi Baswani &amp; Archana Joglekar&lt;br /&gt;Oye oye, Oye oye&lt;br /&gt;Khujli karne waale&lt;br /&gt;B-Tex lagale&lt;br /&gt;B-Tex lagake tu apni&lt;br /&gt;Daad khaaj khujli mita le&lt;br /&gt;Oye Oye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samay ka pahiya ghoome&lt;br /&gt;Dil tere sang jhoome&lt;br /&gt;Yeh jo apni preet hai&lt;br /&gt;Yeh jo apna saath hai&lt;br /&gt;Ik do din ki baat nahi&lt;br /&gt;Barso purana saath hain&lt;br /&gt;Dekhun jab bhi khoob lagey&lt;br /&gt;Naya Naya tera roop lagey&lt;br /&gt;HERO CYCLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badami badami mausam&lt;br /&gt;Badami...sapnon ka sangam&lt;br /&gt;Baalon mein resham aur sapnon ka mel&lt;br /&gt;Bajaj Sevashram ka&lt;br /&gt;ALMOND DROPS KESH TEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Tel&lt;br /&gt;Ghane mulaytam kaale baal&lt;br /&gt;Khile khile matwale baal&lt;br /&gt;DABUR AMLA KESH TEL&lt;br /&gt;Resham ka ehsaas jage&lt;br /&gt;Chehhra kitna khaas lage&lt;br /&gt;Aap ke baal hon ya Sridevi ke baal,&lt;br /&gt;saalon saal rakhe khayal&lt;br /&gt;DABUR AMLA KESH TEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely(then) Sonali Bendre&lt;br /&gt;Tum husn pari&lt;br /&gt;Tum jan-e-jahan&lt;br /&gt;Tum sabse haseen&lt;br /&gt;Tum sabse jawan&lt;br /&gt;Saundarya sabun NIRMA&lt;br /&gt;Saundarya sabun NIRMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only rem the last 3 lines of this ad, maybe u can fill me if u rem&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;Har khel mein safalta paate hain&lt;br /&gt;Hardil mein rang laate hain&lt;br /&gt;Ispat bhi hum banate hain&lt;br /&gt;TATA STEEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEOCON WASHING MACHINE&lt;br /&gt;It washes...it rinses&lt;br /&gt;It even dries ur clothes&lt;br /&gt;In just a few mintues...&lt;br /&gt;You are ready for the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanhe munhe bacche teri mutthi mein kya hai&lt;br /&gt;Muthi mein hain mera nanha munna RASNA&lt;br /&gt;isme swad ka jaaaaduuu bhara hain&lt;br /&gt;Packet Kholo, paani mein daalo&lt;br /&gt;Paani mein ophir chini mil lo&lt;br /&gt;Naya chota RASNA&lt;br /&gt;3 rupaye mein aaye&lt;br /&gt;6 glass banaya&lt;br /&gt;I love u RASNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landlord(angrily)- Bhada naheen dena to makaan khaali kar do&lt;br /&gt;PAN PASAND - Pan ka swad, gazab ki mithas&lt;br /&gt;Bhada nahi dena hain to kyon na yeh makaan khaali kar do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan Pasand ad with Archana Joglekar(man I loved her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;KYA!!! Shadi aur tumse, kabhi nahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan Pasand ad with Bharati Achrekar&lt;br /&gt;Dekho mujhey gussa mar dilao, apni biwi pe hukum chalate ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ad which featured Sunil Gavaskar&lt;br /&gt;Take the world in his strides... DINESH&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the brand is still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humko pata hain jee&lt;br /&gt;Aapko pata hain jee&lt;br /&gt;Sabko pata hain jee&lt;br /&gt;Barso se chahat apni&lt;br /&gt;Yehi hain jee.. Apni bhi&lt;br /&gt;swad bhare, shakti bhare&lt;br /&gt;PARLE G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek Vaswani - Sir, which shaving cream do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1- GODREJ&lt;br /&gt;VV - But why?&lt;br /&gt;G1 - Great shave. Cologne fragrance. Wife loves it!&lt;br /&gt;VV asks same questions to another guy&lt;br /&gt;That fellow turns around, but turns out he has a beard "Me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gudiya rani, badi seyani, paye hamesha plus&lt;br /&gt;BOROPLUS BOROPLUS BOROPLUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh hain badhta baccha dekho kaisi kood lagaye&lt;br /&gt;Yeh hain badhta baccha kapda chota hota jaye&lt;br /&gt;I'm a COMPLAN Boy&lt;br /&gt;I'm a COMPLAN Girl&lt;br /&gt;(Shahid Kapoor &amp; Ayesha Takia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone crying in a boys dorm/hostel&lt;br /&gt;Bakeman's kha&lt;br /&gt;Chup ho ja&lt;br /&gt;Ab tu zara muskura&lt;br /&gt;Rona dhona bas kar bas&lt;br /&gt;BAKEMAN"S GLUCOSE PLUS&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Mom used to threaten me by saying "Agar kehna nahi mana to tere ko bhi hostel mein bhej dengey" and that used to scare the shit out of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 demons Kabz, Acidity, Sardard&lt;br /&gt;3 gunshots Dhickkaun Dhickkaun Dhickkaun&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh Bedi - Goliyon ka bhi asar nahi&lt;br /&gt;Swami ji - Inka ilaaj goliyaan nahi, Ayurved hain&lt;br /&gt;Dekho iske asar se Kabz, Acidity aur Sardard jaise rakshas kaise gayab hote hain&lt;br /&gt;RB - KAYAM CHURAN&lt;br /&gt;Bhavnagar wale Sheth Brothers ka KAYAM CHURAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy in Superman like costume. The S being replaged by G&lt;br /&gt;GLUCON D&lt;br /&gt;Yeh jaan mein jaan daal de&lt;br /&gt;Peete hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya hai nam janab ka&lt;br /&gt;Yeh hai little cooler VIDEOCON ka&lt;br /&gt;Thandi hawa hai aah aah aah&lt;br /&gt;Daam bhi kam hai wah wah wah&lt;br /&gt;Har mausam me kaam ka&lt;br /&gt;Bin awaaz araam ka&lt;br /&gt;Ghar office ya dawakhana&lt;br /&gt;Pahiyon pe chalke aasan hai aana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hema Malini - Aaj bacchon ke kamre mein gulab CASPER&lt;br /&gt;Esha &amp; sis - Aur mummy ke chandan CASPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School se aate dhoom machate&lt;br /&gt;Ek pal nahi ruk paate (Thx Sakshi for correcting)&lt;br /&gt;Ek hi baat hain doharaate&lt;br /&gt;MAGGIE MAGGIE MAGGIE &lt;br /&gt;Pal bhar mein taiyar&lt;br /&gt;Khaane mein mazedaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman ho ya vyapaari&lt;br /&gt;Manager ya karamchari&lt;br /&gt;Sabhi ki tarakee ka kya hain source&lt;br /&gt;RAPIDEX ENGLISH SPEAKING COURSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lovely Preeti Sagar singing&lt;br /&gt;Baagon ki taazgi laye&lt;br /&gt;Packet band shuddhata aaye&lt;br /&gt;Brooke Bond Red Label chai&lt;br /&gt;Har bar tassali dilaye&lt;br /&gt;BROOKE BOND RED LABEL chai&lt;br /&gt;Packet band shuddhata aaye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A robot holding a tubelight like sword &lt;br /&gt;Bijli ke bill mein katauti&lt;br /&gt;Raushani mein badhotari&lt;br /&gt;BAJAJ BULBS&lt;br /&gt;Roshni ki duniya ka sartaj - BAJAJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHARA DHARA shudh DHARA&lt;br /&gt;Asli tel hain dhara&lt;br /&gt;Tamper proof hain dhara&lt;br /&gt;Thode se hi paiso mein&lt;br /&gt;Ho jata hain guzara&lt;br /&gt;DHARA DHARA shudh DHARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyon? Aakhir kyon behtar hai AEROSTAR HELMETS?&lt;br /&gt;Zara sochiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh BULLET meri jaan, manzilon ka nishaan&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi ek safar, chalna shaam-o-sehar&lt;br /&gt;Iski raftaar ki, baat hai aur hi&lt;br /&gt;Lambi Rahon pe yeh kya gazab ki chale&lt;br /&gt;Raaste tai kare faasle tai kare&lt;br /&gt;Yeh BULLET, yeh BULLET, yeh BULLET, yeh BULLET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laal Kaala Peela,&lt;br /&gt;Gulabi Hara Neela&lt;br /&gt;CLASSIC hai badhiya bristle wala&lt;br /&gt;CLASSIC ka to andaaz hain nirala&lt;br /&gt;Yahi hain yahi hain yahi to hain wooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl1 - Excuse me kaunse college mein padhti ho tum&lt;br /&gt;Girl2 - Collge aur main hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;a small girl shouts to Girl2 - Mummyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Meri Twacha se meri umr ka pata hi nahi chalta&lt;br /&gt;Haldi aur chandan ke gun samaye SANTOOR&lt;br /&gt;Jeevan ko khushhaal banaye SANTOOR SANTOOR &lt;br /&gt;This 'meri twacha se ...' line became such a cliché later on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl(Ayesha Takia) - Daddy yeh aadha kya hain?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy - Toothpaste aadha&lt;br /&gt;CIBACA FLORIDE toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachey budhey aur jawan&lt;br /&gt;pehne Young India&lt;br /&gt;Young India&lt;br /&gt;YOUNG INDIA BANIYAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-D-H, MDH&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen king ho, ya garam masala&lt;br /&gt;Chai ka masala, ya chane ka masala&lt;br /&gt;Kasuri methi, ya deghi mirach&lt;br /&gt;Asli masale, sach sach&lt;br /&gt;M-D-H, MDH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khana meri jaan meri jaan sunday ke sunday&lt;br /&gt;Khana meri jaan meri jaan murgi ke ande.&lt;br /&gt;Boiled khilaoon, omlette khilaoon, fried khilaoon...&lt;br /&gt;Khilana meri jaan meri jaan sunday ke sunday&lt;br /&gt;Sunday ho ya monday, roz khaiye ande&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic!!!&lt;br /&gt;National Egg Coordination Comittee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was hilarious one.. dunno about the rest but i found it very amusing&lt;br /&gt;Chehre se raajrani&lt;br /&gt;Aur paero se naukarani&lt;br /&gt;KRACK cream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik sawaal sab karein&lt;br /&gt;rang tera kaise nikhra&lt;br /&gt;HIMAMI GOLD TURMERIC SE&lt;br /&gt;Haldi dhoop, taap se bachaye&lt;br /&gt;Doodh kheera nariyal paani&lt;br /&gt;Jadi bootiyaan rang nikhare&lt;br /&gt;Aur kuch hi hafto mein rang tera&lt;br /&gt;Nikhar nikhar jaaye&lt;br /&gt;This ad featured Raveena Tandon&lt;br /&gt;I think Sonali Bendre was also in another Fairness cream ad - FEM fairness cream but dont rem anything else else about the ad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongey bachey swasth&lt;br /&gt;Fale foolegaa bachpan&lt;br /&gt;Inhe pilao&lt;br /&gt;MUGLI GHUTTI PAANCH SAU PACHPAN&lt;br /&gt;A-ha mithi mithi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khilta bachpan&lt;br /&gt;Rog se mukti&lt;br /&gt;Isiliye Maa ki mamta ko pyari&lt;br /&gt;Baal Jeevan Ghutti , haan&lt;br /&gt;BAAL JEEVAN GHUTTTI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ad for a similar product but I don't rem the jingle, only the last lines&lt;br /&gt;Dabur Janam ghutti&lt;br /&gt;Yaani bachon ki tandurusti&lt;br /&gt;which we distorted as - Dabur Janam Ghutti, kar de bachon ki chutti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thx Anshul for reminding me this gem&lt;br /&gt;Pyar hua ikraar hua&lt;br /&gt;Pyar se phir kyu darta hain dil&lt;br /&gt;Deluxe Nirodh&lt;br /&gt;50 paise mein 3&lt;br /&gt;(S, u know now, it wasnt a cheap candy :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can anyone forget this gem:-&lt;br /&gt;Doodh doodh doodh doodh&lt;br /&gt;Doodh hai wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Pi sakte ho roz glassful&lt;br /&gt;doodh doodh doodh doodh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garmi me dalo doodh me ice&lt;br /&gt;Doodh ban gaya very nice&lt;br /&gt;Piyo daily once or twice&lt;br /&gt;Mil jayega tasty surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodh doodh doodh doodh doodh, wonderful doodh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodh hai must in every season&lt;br /&gt;Piyo doodh for healthy reason&lt;br /&gt;Rahoge phir fit and fine&lt;br /&gt;Jiyoge past ninety-nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodh doodh doodh doodh doodh, wonderful doodh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charon aur, mach gaya shor&lt;br /&gt;Give me more, give me more&lt;br /&gt;Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme wonderful doodh&lt;br /&gt;Piyo glassful doodh doodh doodh doodh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-7949088772316348435?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/7949088772316348435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=7949088772316348435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/7949088772316348435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/7949088772316348435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-time-hit-errrrrrrrr-my-time-hit-tv.html' title='All Time hit  Errrrrrrrr.  My time hit TV add'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-760400484873440079</id><published>2008-04-16T13:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:11:25.758+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WISH'/><title type='text'>The Things</title><content type='html'>The things I've done are in BOLD, the ones that I want to do have an ITALICS FONT followed by asterisk (*) at the end (the number of asterisks indicates, how desperately I want to do them). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink &lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins &lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid *****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula -&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone &lt;br /&gt;08. Said 'I love you' and meant it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Hugged a tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights *********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Slept under the stars &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne (On second thoughts, I don’t think I got all high)&lt;br /&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;27. Had a food fight &lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse &lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger &lt;br /&gt;30. Had a snowball fight &lt;br /&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can (At all the Echo points i ahve visited so far... I think every hill station has one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day (Never happened.. never will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 10 provinces (NA :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country &lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales &lt;br /&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;48. Gone rock climbing ************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach &lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving &lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland &lt;br /&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;54. Visited Japan ******&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;55. Milked a cow – rather a buffalo - (Both)**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Alphabetized your cds&lt;br /&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero &lt;br /&gt;58. Sung karaoke &lt;br /&gt;59. Lazed around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;60. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving &lt;br /&gt;62. Kissed in the rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Played in the mud &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64.Played in the rain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China *******&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken &lt;br /&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;72. Been in a movie &lt;br /&gt;73. Crashed a party &lt;br /&gt;74. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;75. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;76. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;77. Ridden a gondola in Venice ******&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;79. Rafted the Snake River ******&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;81. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Performed on stage &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;83. Been to Las Vegas *****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Recorded music (not my own though) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Had a one-night stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;86. Gone to Thailand ********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Bought a house &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89 Buried one of your parents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;90. Been on a cruise ship****** &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;91. Spoken more than one language fluently ******&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Performed in Rocky Horror – But have attended a midnight showing.&lt;br /&gt;93. Created and named your own constellation of stars – Still do.&lt;br /&gt;94. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;95. Wrote article for a large publication*********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;97. Broken someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;98. Gone on an African photo safari &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;101. Ridden a horse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;103. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon ********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;105. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states &lt;br /&gt;106. Visited all 7 continents &lt;br /&gt;107. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;108. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;109. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;110. Gone back to school************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;113. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;115. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;116. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;117. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;118. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language (So many times)&lt;br /&gt;119. Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;120. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-760400484873440079?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/760400484873440079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=760400484873440079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/760400484873440079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/760400484873440079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/04/things.html' title='The Things'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-1394636962050767267</id><published>2008-03-26T15:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:58:38.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ye Bihai Ja Raha hai :</title><content type='html'>बिहारी सिर्फ़ वही हैं जो बिहार में रह गए हैं या बिहार से बाहर निकलकर भी ग़रीब हैं या फिर जिनकी बोली चुगली कर देती है, बाक़ी लोगों का बिहारी होना या न होना स्वैच्छिक है. जिन्होंने पद पा लिया है, पैसा कमा लिया है, अँगरेज़ी साध ली है... उन्हें बिहारी कौन बुलाता है? उनसे कहा जाता है, 'तो आप बिहार से हैं.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बिहारी होना और बिहारी बुलाया जाना दो अलग-अलग बातें हैं. बिहारी कहा जाना भौगोलिक-सांस्कृतिक-भाषायी पहचान से बढ़कर एक सामाजिक-आर्थिक टिप्पणी है. दिल्ली में छत्तीसगढ़ का मज़दूर, बंगाल का कारीगर, उड़ीसा का मूंगफलीवाला, बंदायूँ का गुब्बारेवाला... सब बिहारी हैं. बिहारी होने का फ़ैसला अक्सर व्यक्ति के पहनावे, रोज़गार और हुलिए से होता है, पूछने की ज़रूरत नहीं पड़ती कि व्यक्ति कहाँ का रहने वाला है. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कुछ लोग अपना 'श' दुरुस्त करके, बस और रेल को 'चल रहा है' की जगह यत्नपूर्वक 'चल रही है' कहकर बिहारी बिरादरी से तुरत-फुरत नाम कटाना चाहते हैं (झारखंड बनने से ढेर सारे लोगों को स्वतः आंशिक मुक्ति मिल गई). दुसरी ओर लाखों-लाख लोग ऐसे हैं जो बिहारी न होकर भी बिहारी होने के 'आरोप' को ग़लत नहीं ठहरा सकते, उसके लिए उन्हें अपनी क़िस्मत बदलनी होगी.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बिहार में जन्मे-पले-बढ़े ज्यादातर लोगों पर उनका प्रांत किसी और राज्य के लोगों के मुक़ाबले कुछ ज्यादा ही सवार रहता है. वजह बहुत साफ़ है, बिहारी होने के साथ जिस सामाजिक-आर्थिक कलंक का भाव जुड़ा है उससे कौन पीछा नहीं छुड़ाना चाहेगा? जो किसी वजह से छुड़ा नहीं पाएगा वह ज़रूर झल्लाएगा और यह झल्लाहट कभी बिहारी होने के उदघोष में, कभी दूसरे राज्यों के लोगों की बुराई करने में और कभी बिहार को ही बढ़-चढ़कर कोसने में प्रकट होती है. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जैसे माँ-बाप की हैसियत से तय होता है कि रिश्तेदार उनके बच्चों से कैसा व्यवहार करेंगे उसी तरह राज्यों की आर्थिक हैसियत से तय होता है कि उसके बाशिंदों से दूसरे राज्य के लोग कैसा व्यवहार करेंगे. ग्लोबल स्तर पर यही सिद्धांत लागू होता है. ग़रीब का कुछ भी अनुकरणीय नहीं होता, न उसकी भाषा, न उसका खान-पान. आग में भुनी हुई नाइजीरियाई मछली को देखकर लोग मुँह बिचकाते हैं और जापान की कच्ची मछली वाली सुशी खाते ही लोगों को जापानी सिंपलिसिटी की ब्यूटी समझ में आ जाती है. लोग फ्रेंच सीखते हैं, स्वाहिली नहीं.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बिहार भारत के लिए वैसा ही है जैसा भारत बाक़ी दुनिया के लिए, बड़ी आबादी, पिछड़ापन, जात-पात, क्षेत्रवाद, भ्रष्टाचार वगैरह. मैं जानता हूँ कि जिन्हें भारत पर गर्व है लेकिन बिहार को कलंक मानने का आसान रास्ता अपनाते हैं, उन्हें यह वाक्य पसंद नहीं आएगा. राष्ट्रवाद जैसी अमानवीय और सत्तापोषित अवधारणा का ही विकृत रूप है प्रांतवाद या क्षेत्रवाद, इसकी सबसे बड़ी बुराई यही है कि यह व्यक्ति के ऊपर प्रांत और राष्ट्र को जबरन लाद देती है, जन्म के आधार पर, ठीक जाति की तरह.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बिहारी होना एक लांछन है, यह हर बिहारी जानता है, अलग-अलग लोग इससे अपने-अपने तरीक़े से निबटते हैं. बिहारी होने की अपनी कुंठाएँ भी हैं, हीनभावना भी है. इसका ये मतलब नहीं है कि बिहार के लोग अपनी करनी के लिए जवाबदेह नहीं हैं, उन्हें बिहारी होने के लिए जवाबदेह नहीं ठहराया जा सकता लेकिन बिहार की सामाजिक-राजनीतिक-आर्थिक अनीति-कुनीति का जवाब तो उन्हें नागरिक और मतदाता के रुप में देना ही होगा, उसे स्वीकार करना होगा, उसे ठीक करना होगा.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पंजाब की दरियादिली पाँच नदियों की देन और हरित क्रांति की उपज है तो बिहार का संयम और संघर्ष सूखे और सामंतवाद की पैदाइश. सबका अपना इतिहास, भूगोल, समाज, अर्थतंत्र और संस्कृति है और उसे पूर्णता में समझना चाहिए. बिहार की तरह सारे ऐब कमोबेश देश के सारे राज्यों में हैं लेकिन वे उनकी बेहतर आर्थिक स्थिति, कम आबादी वग़ैरह के कारण छिप जाते हैं.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बिहार का संकट सिर्फ़ छवि का नहीं बल्कि एक जटिल संकट है, क्या भारत का संकट पिछले दशक तक जटिल नहीं था. अब लोगों को लगने लगा है कि सारे संकट टल गए हैं और देश प्रगति के स्वर्णिम पथ पर अग्रसर है. इसकी वजह सिर्फ़ मध्यवर्ग का जीवनस्तर सुधरना है जिससे दुनिया में भारत की छवि पर लगा ग्रहण छँटता दिखने लगा है हालांकि वास्तविक समस्याएं अपनी जगह बनी हुई हैं.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बिहार की समस्या भी वैसे ही सुझलेगी और उतनी ही सुलझेगी जैसे भारत की सुलझ रही है. पूंजीनिवेश, उद्योग, बाज़ार और रोज़गार के अवसर उपलब्ध होंगे, मित्तल, जिंदल, अंबानियों को करोड़ों की ख़रीदार आबादी दिखेगी तो छोटे-मोटे सियासी लुच्चों की ज़मीन अपने-आप खिसक जाएगी. करोड़ो की पूंजी का खेल छवि की समस्याएँ दूर कर देगा.यह सब कब और कैसे होगा, देखना काफ़ी दिलचस्प होगा, लेकिन यह होगा ज़रूर.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;यह निष्कर्ष भी उतना ही सिंपलिस्टिक है जितना भारत में विकास की अवधारणा. जहाँ से विकास का आइडिया आया है वहीं से एक मिसाल भी लीजिए. अठारहवीं सदी में किसने सोचा था कि अमरीका में मरुस्थल का मारा-हारा बेचारा 'नेवाडा वाला' होना शर्मनाक नहीं रह जाएगा, इज़्ज़त जुआ खिलवाने से भी मिल सकती है. बिहार के लिए विकल्पों की क्या कमी हो सकती है.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जब देश के दूसरे हिस्सों के लोग मोटी तनख्वाह पर कार्पोरेट नौकरी के लिए बिहार जाएँगे तो सच मानिए, बिहार और बिहारी उतने बुरे नहीं लगेंगे. ऐसा होने में जिन्हें शक है क्या उन्होंने सोचा था कि भारत में अंगरेज़ और अमरीकी वर्क परमिट लेकर नौकरी करने आएँगे, उनसे पूछिए भारत और भारतीय कितने अच्छे लग रहे हैं आजकल.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-1394636962050767267?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/1394636962050767267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=1394636962050767267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Memories'/><title type='text'>HOLI  -   JOGIRA ( JOGIJEE Sa Ra Ra</title><content type='html'>Anyone who hails from Bihar/Eastern UP will understand how exciting this JOGIRA becomes in the season of HOLI ( Fagwa in local dilect ) . Now I miss all these MASTI and really want to run the time machine in reverse .  During surfing I came across some of JOGIRA and could not stop to make it my new post . Here it comes :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दानापुर दरियाव किनारा, गोलघर निशानी&lt;br /&gt;लाट साहेब ने किला बनाया, क्या गंगा जल पानी&lt;br /&gt;जोगी जी वाह वाह, जोगी जी सार रा रा।&lt;br /&gt;दिल्ली देखो ढाका देखो, शहर देखो कलकत्ता।&lt;br /&gt;एक पेड़ तो ऐसा देखो, फर के ऊपर पत्ता, &lt;br /&gt;जोगी जी वाह वाह, जोगी जी सार रा रा।&lt;br /&gt;कौन काठ के बनी खड़ौआ, कौन यार बनाया है,&lt;br /&gt;कौन गुरु की सेवा कीन्हो, कौन खड़ौआ पाया है,&lt;br /&gt;चनन काठ के बनी खड़ौआ, बढ़यी यार बनाया है,&lt;br /&gt;हम गुरु की सेवा कीन्हा, हम खड़ौआ पाया है,&lt;br /&gt;जोगी जी वाह वाह, जोगी जी सारा रा रा। &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सवाल&lt;br /&gt;किसके बेटा राजा रावण किसके बेटा बाली&lt;br /&gt;किसके बेटा हनुमान जी जे लंका जारी... फिर देख चली जा। &lt;br /&gt;किसकी बेटी तारा मंदोदरी किसकी बेटी सीता?&lt;br /&gt;किसके बेटा राम-लछुमन चित्रकूट पर जीता?&lt;br /&gt;किसके मारे अर्जुन मर गए किसके मारे भीम?&lt;br /&gt;किसके मारे बालि मर गये, कहाँ रहा सुग्रीव?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जवाब&lt;br /&gt;विसेश्रवा के राजा रावण बाणासुर का बाली&lt;br /&gt;पवन के बेटा हनुमान जी, ओहि लंका के जारी &lt;br /&gt;कृष्ण मारे आर्जुन मर गए कृष्ण के मारे भीम &lt;br /&gt;राम के मारे बालि मर गए लड़ता था सुग्रीव।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कौन जिला का रहने वाला, क्या बस्ती का नाम?&lt;br /&gt;कौन जात का छोकड़ा बता तो अपना नाम? फिर देख चली जा।&lt;br /&gt;धरती माँ का जनम बता दो, कौन देव का टीका&lt;br /&gt;कौन गुरु का सेवा किया, कहाँ जोगीरा सीखा? फिर देख चली जा। &lt;br /&gt;क्या चीज का रेल बना है, क्या चीज का पहिया?&lt;br /&gt;क्या चीज का टिकट बना है, क्या चीज का रुपैया? फिर देख चली जा।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कौन देस से राजा आया कौन देस से रानी?&lt;br /&gt;कौन देस से जोगी आया मारा उलटा बानी? फिर देख चली जा।&lt;br /&gt;काहे खातिर राजा रूसा काहे खातिर रानी?&lt;br /&gt;काहे खातिर जोगी रूसा काहे मारा बानी? फिर देख चली जा।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-2360087951115716789?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/2360087951115716789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=2360087951115716789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/2360087951115716789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/2360087951115716789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/03/holi-jogira-jogijee-sa-ra-ra.html' title='HOLI  -   JOGIRA ( JOGIJEE Sa Ra Ra'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-7827054871480432177</id><published>2008-02-28T16:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:01:59.686+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><title type='text'>BACHPAN - Where are you</title><content type='html'>Mujhko yaqeen hai sach kahti thi jo bhi Ammi kahti thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab mere bachpan k din thay chaand mein pariyaan rahti thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek yeh din jab apnoon ne bhi humse naatha thod liya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek wo din jab ped ki shaakhein bhoj humara sahti thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek yeh din jab sari sadkein sooni sooni lagti hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek wo din jab aao khelein saari galiyaan kahti thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek yeh din jab jaagi raatein deewaaroon ko thakti hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek wo din jab shaamoon ki bhi palkein bojhal rahti thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek yeh din jab laakhoon gham aur akaal para hai aansuu ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek wo din jab ek zara si baat pe nadiyaan bahti thi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Source:-Unkown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-7827054871480432177?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/7827054871480432177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=7827054871480432177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/7827054871480432177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/7827054871480432177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/02/bachpan-where-are-you.html' title='BACHPAN - Where are you'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-2246922852673572468</id><published>2008-02-28T14:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:53:42.162+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beleif and Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>In the middle of sea,&lt;br /&gt;I was about to drown,&lt;br /&gt;I was struggling,&lt;br /&gt;to balance on a raft,&lt;br /&gt;N then noticed me,&lt;br /&gt;Someone from a boat,&lt;br /&gt;Looked like he was my savior,&lt;br /&gt;But He was a predator,&lt;br /&gt;He saved me from the water,&lt;br /&gt;But, was there anybody,&lt;br /&gt;to save me from his wrath,&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Free to drown,&lt;br /&gt;But now I was in the prison,&lt;br /&gt;Bound to live,&lt;br /&gt;N now I was thinking,&lt;br /&gt;How better it was to die freely,&lt;br /&gt;Than to live with bounds,&lt;br /&gt;One day,He came rushing to me,&lt;br /&gt;With a sword,&lt;br /&gt;I could not move,&lt;br /&gt;I thought the time to be free had come,&lt;br /&gt;A full swing,&lt;br /&gt;it did hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I did bleed,&lt;br /&gt;but then i was free,&lt;br /&gt;Free to fly,&lt;br /&gt;Free to live..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-2246922852673572468?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/2246922852673572468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=2246922852673572468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/2246922852673572468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/2246922852673572468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/02/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-4807945704938211204</id><published>2008-02-13T12:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:16:13.372+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Memories'/><title type='text'>I really miss these things.... Do U ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got this message as a forward in my mail and its content was such that I thought hey its what i always feel....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhepan-chhepai and pittoo anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When we desperately waited for 'Yeh jo hai Zindagi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki kahaniyaan were so fulfilling... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When there was just one tv in every five houses and When bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for the 'yeh jo hai jindagi' day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When Holis &amp; Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and sweets and moms seeking our help while preparing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When Maths teachers were not worried of our mummys and papas while slapping/beating us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When we were exchanging comics and stamps and chacha-chaudaris and billus were our heroes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When we were in nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When one movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked for and 'ek do teen chaar' and 'Rajni' inspired us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When left over pages of the last years notebooks were used for rough work or even fair work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When 'chelpark' and 'natraaj' were encouraged against 'reynolds and family'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When the first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and mud&lt;br /&gt;and making 'kaagaj ki kishtis' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When there were no phones to tell friends that we will be at their homes at six in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When our parents always had 15 paise blue colored 'antardesis' and 5 paise&lt;br /&gt;machli wale stamps at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When we remembered tens of jokes and were not finding 'ice-cream and papa' type jokes foolish enough to stop us from laughing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaals on Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the list can be endless ...on the serious note I would like to summarise with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When we were using our hearts more than our brains, even for scientifically brainy activities like 'thinking' and 'deciding'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When we were crying and laughing more often, more openly and more sincerily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When we were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When being emotional was not synonymous to being weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When sharing worries and happinesses didnt mean getting vulnerable to the listener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When blacks and whites were the favourite colors instead of greys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When journeys also were important and not just the  destinations &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When life was a passenger's sleeper giving enough time and opportunity to enjoy the sceneries from its open and transparent glass windows instead of some superfast's second ac with its curtained, closed and dark windows ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really miss these things .. do u?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-4807945704938211204?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/4807945704938211204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=4807945704938211204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/4807945704938211204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/4807945704938211204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-really-miss-these-things-do-u.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;I really miss these things.... Do U ?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-2368235129518340747</id><published>2008-01-09T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:45:30.989+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beleif and Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Other Side Appears Always Green</title><content type='html'>हर काम से ऊब होती है। एक न एक दिन होती है। सबको होती है। मुझे भी होती है। लगता है जहां हूं वहां क्यों हूं। जहां नहीं हूं वहां क्यों नहीं हो जाता हूं। यह काम अच्छा नहीं है। वह काम अच्छा है। उस काम वाले से मिलता हूं तो कहता है आपका काम बड़ा अच्छा है। ऊब से कंफ्यूज़ हो जाता हूं। लगता है टीवी नहीं अख़बार ठीक है। अख़बार कहता है टीवी ठीक है। अपने दफ्तर को भला बुरा दूसरे दफ्तर को ठीक समझने लगता हूं। दूसरे दफ्तर वाले से मिलने के बाद अपने दफ्तर को ठीक समझने लगता हूं। लगता है हर अच्छी चीज़ बुरी होती है और हर बुरी चीज़ अच्छी होती है। मैं ऊब रहा हूं। इन दोनों ही स्थितियों से। कुछ नया करना चाहता हूं। पिछले दिनों जो नया किया उन्हीं से ऊब गया हूं। फिर एक और बार ऊबने के लिए कुछ और नया क्यों करना चाहता हूं। &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;शर्मा जी पड़ोसी थे। ज़िंदगी भर एक ही मेज़ से क्लर्की करते रिटायर हो गए। रिटायरमेंट के दिनों तक पहुंचते पहुंचते उनकी मेज़ चमकने लगी थी। सागवान की लकड़ी संगमरमर लगने लगी थी। तीस साल एक ही कुर्सी और एक ही मेज़। बैठने की एक ही जगह। दफ्तर के काम की कोई प्रगति नहीं। सिर्फ दिन बीतने की प्रगति। पहले दिन से रिटायर होने के आखिरी दिन तक पहुंचने की प्रगति। शर्मा जी ने कभी नहीं कहा कि ऊब गया हूं। हर दिन दफ्तर जाते रहे। कभी नहीं कहा कि दूसरे दफ्तर में क्यों हूं। पर दावे के साथ नहीं कह सकता कि शर्मा जी ऊब से बेचैन नहीं होंगे। एक ही करवट बैठे बैठे और हर सर्दी में पत्नी का बुना नया स्वेटर पहनते हुए वह अपनी ऊब किससे कहते होंगे पता नहीं। ऐसे तमाम लोगों पर शोध होना चाहिए। वो एक ही तनख्वाह, एक ही दफ्तर और एक ही दिशा में बैठे बैठे ऊबते क्यों नहीं हैं। हम क्यों ऊब जाते हैं। मैं क्यों ऊब जाता हूं।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-2368235129518340747?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/2368235129518340747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=2368235129518340747&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/2368235129518340747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/2368235129518340747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/01/other-side-appears-always-green.html' title='Other Side Appears Always Green'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-8897671684310760373</id><published>2008-01-02T15:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:31:41.660+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beleif and Thought'/><title type='text'>Are They Yours  ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEs2XibyCvQ/R3tqD1TWgOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Zx1pbqZP05U/s1600-h/CA2X6DA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEs2XibyCvQ/R3tqD1TWgOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Zx1pbqZP05U/s320/CA2X6DA5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150827212908691682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your children are not your children.&lt;br /&gt;They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.&lt;br /&gt;They come through you but not from you,&lt;br /&gt;And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.&lt;br /&gt;You may give them your love but not your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;For they have their own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may strive to be like them,&lt;br /&gt;but seek not to make them like you,&lt;br /&gt;For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.&lt;br /&gt;The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,&lt;br /&gt;and He bends with you ,his might that his arrows might go swift and far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;&lt;br /&gt;For even as He loves the arrow that flies,&lt;br /&gt;so he loves also the bow that is stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-8897671684310760373?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/8897671684310760373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=8897671684310760373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/8897671684310760373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/8897671684310760373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-they-yours.html' title='Are They Yours  ?'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZEs2XibyCvQ/R3tqD1TWgOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Zx1pbqZP05U/s72-c/CA2X6DA5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-4513338638048449889</id><published>2008-01-02T15:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:20:39.262+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beleif and Thought'/><title type='text'>Negative side of Positive thinking</title><content type='html'>This is a article appeared in the Times of India (Ascent section) and i found it &lt;br /&gt;Pretty interesting and wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are neither negative nor positive. Thoughts just are. What they turn out to be depends on the context. Given a context, thoughts can be realistic or unrealistic; mean or generous; selfish or selfless. Many chronic positive thinkers insist that the glass is half full — do they still remain positive when the glass is half full of polluted water? A positive thinking fellow is like someone who decides that it is more honorable to fall down from the Eiffel Tower rather than from a ten-storied building! It doesn’t matter where you fall from, the consequence will be disastrous. In reality, no positive thought can rise without a negative thought hiding around it. They are like the two poles of a magnet. For instance, if I ask you not to think of Mallika Sherawat for the next one minute — you will invariably think of her. Just try it! Positive thinking can turn negative very quickly. Why? Because they originate in the same source. They are interconnected like marigold and manure. It takes a blooming marigold just a few days to become manure. Similarly, manure becomes a flower in the course of time. Marigold and manure are two expressions of one shared identity. Negative thinking comes from the same-shared space as positive thinking. I am not endorsing negative thinking. I am simply saying, thoughts become positive or negative depending on you. It is you who sets the standards and values by which you evaluate thoughts. A lot of people talk about falling standards of every thing: food, music, newspapers, movies, the young generation or whatever. Actually standards have neither fallen nor risen. Standards have just shifted; your value frames have changed. This can be even seen in the cricket field, when a captain gives the ball to the bowler and sets a full offside field so that he can save the runs and slow down the run rate. While on his way back to long run-up the bowlers does not think about bowling on the off side but he thinks that he can not stray on the leg side and if he does that he will concede the runs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-4513338638048449889?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/4513338638048449889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=4513338638048449889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/4513338638048449889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/4513338638048449889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2008/01/negative-side-of-positive-thinking.html' title='Negative side of Positive thinking'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-4702903500849726243</id><published>2007-07-18T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:52:10.847+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My Home in Durgapur As I see it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src=http://wikimapia.org/s/#y=25479387&amp;x=86459827&amp;z=13&amp;l=0&amp;m=a&amp;v=2 width=741 height=418 frameborder=0&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-4702903500849726243?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/4702903500849726243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=4702903500849726243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/4702903500849726243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/4702903500849726243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-home-in-durgapur-as-i-see-it_18.html' title='My Home in Durgapur As I see it.'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-7904616612582273584</id><published>2007-07-18T14:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:27:51.229+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life Is..........</title><content type='html'>“Hazaron Khwahishen aisi ki har khwaish par dum nikle,&lt;br /&gt;Bahut Nikle mere armaan magar fir bhi kam nikale.... ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about having the “Hazaron Khwahishen” and a desire to realize all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about dreaming big and working hard to make them a reality. It’s about winning a match or losing it. If lost, then a desire to win it the next time. If won, then a desire to win it again and again. Winning might be a the only thing while playing the match but sometimes outcome of the match is unimportant because the focus is lost, because the aim is not clear, because being a winner or looser won’t make any difference like when you play a TT match with your boss then thrashing him is really not important. Match doesn’t really relate only to sports. Everything is a match whether it is relationships, a competition or anything one can think of. So, you should know when a ‘win’ is important and when it is important, do not loose the focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about celebrating the smallest thing happened to you, which brought a smile to your face like scoring the highest marks in the class, cooking the dinner for your mother while she sits and watches, being in love with one of your close friends when you were just 8 years old, buying a gift for your parents when you got the paycheck for the first time, clearing the interviews of your dream company, getting admission to your dream college, caring for those who care for you etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about doing what you want to do. People get so involved with the work that they don’t even realize that there are few things which they used to enjoy. ‘Jahanavi’ in ‘Lage Raho Munna Bhai’ rightly said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shaher ki is daud me daud ke karna kya hai?&lt;br /&gt;Jab yehi jeena hai dosto to phir marna kya hai?&lt;br /&gt;Paheli barish me train late hone ki fikr hai&lt;br /&gt;Bhul gaye bhigte hue tahelna kya hai?&lt;br /&gt;Serails ke kirdaaro ka saara haal hai malum&lt;br /&gt;par maa ka haal puchhne ki fursat kise hai?&lt;br /&gt;Ab ret pe nage pao tahelte kyu nahi?&lt;br /&gt;108 hai chanel phir dil bahelte kyu nahi?&lt;br /&gt;Internet ki duniya ke to touch me hai,&lt;br /&gt;lekin pados me kon raheta hai jaante tak nahi.&lt;br /&gt;Mobile, Landline sab ki bharmaar hai,&lt;br /&gt;Lekin jigri dost tak pahuche aise taar kaha hai?&lt;br /&gt;Kab dubte hue suraj ko dekha tha yaad hai?&lt;br /&gt;Kab jaana tha shaam ka woh banana kya hai?&lt;br /&gt;To Dosto Shaher ki es daud me daud ke karna kya hai&lt;br /&gt;Jab yahi jeena hai to phir Marna kya hai?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, keep doing things which you used to enjoy because it will make you feel nice, at least for some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-7904616612582273584?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/7904616612582273584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=7904616612582273584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/7904616612582273584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/7904616612582273584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Life Is..........&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-1105194262715944527</id><published>2007-07-18T14:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:27:51.229+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>SO .......Whats New</title><content type='html'>We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another.&lt;br /&gt;Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we're frustrated that we will have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer job, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D Souza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, Something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, or a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my "life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time...and remember that time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose five kilos, until you gain three kilos, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you've had a break, until you've scored, until you die, until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a journey, not a destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-1105194262715944527?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/1105194262715944527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=1105194262715944527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/1105194262715944527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/1105194262715944527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-whats-new.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;SO .......Whats New&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-8081003154671659161</id><published>2007-07-18T13:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:27:51.230+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Kal Ho Na Ho</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: I copied the following poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aj ek baar sabse muskara ke baat karo,&lt;br /&gt;bitaye hue palon ko saath saath yaad karo,&lt;br /&gt;kya pata kal chehre ko muskarana,&lt;br /&gt;aur dimaag ko purane pal yaad ho na ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aj ek baar fir purani baaton main kho jao,&lt;br /&gt;aj ek baar fir purani yaadon main doob jao,&lt;br /&gt;kya pata kal ye baatein,&lt;br /&gt;aur ye yaadein ho na ho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aj ek baar mandir main jao,&lt;br /&gt;puja karke prasad bhi chadhao,&lt;br /&gt;kya pata kal ke kalyug main,&lt;br /&gt;bhagwan par logon ki shraddha ho na ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baarish main khoob bheego,&lt;br /&gt;jhoom jhoom ke baachon ki tarah naacho,&lt;br /&gt;kya pata beet hue bachpan ki tarah.&lt;br /&gt;kal ye baarish bhi ho na ho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aj har kaam khoob dil laga kar karo,&lt;br /&gt;use samay se pehle poora karo,&lt;br /&gt;kya pata aj ki tarah,&lt;br /&gt;kal bajuon main takat ho na ho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aj ek baar fir se chaein ki neend so jao,&lt;br /&gt;aaj koi aacha sa sapna bhi dekho,&lt;br /&gt;kya pata kal zindagi main chaen,&lt;br /&gt;aur aankhon main sapna ho na ho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kya pata kal,&lt;br /&gt;kal ho na ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-2209080383862528728</id><published>2007-01-16T15:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-18T13:07:01.820+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><title type='text'>VISHNU SAHASRANAM ( Thousand Name of Lord Vishnu)</title><content type='html'>Since last September or better saying since October,2006 my life is passing through rough patch . For the rest of world It appears that I am progressing , I am doing well but I know that I am not happy as my health is not good . I was caught by back pain , the pain is not in fact in my back but its a muscular pain in my lower back but I took it so much seriously that this has changed my entire perception of life . Though pain was never aggravated to an unbearable extent , I had never have a rest less time because of pain , My none of work suffered because of this or it did not affect my daily routine but This marked a deep impression over my emotion . I will write more on this in my latter post . During this period only I contacted with an astrologer Randhir who happened to my relative also from My wife side ( I will admit that I have a trust on Astrology ) . He suggested me to wear an emerald in gold ring although emerald has been suggested by many in past also and to enchant VISHNU SAHASRANAM every Wednesday . This appealed me a lot because I am convinced by our ancient SHLOKA , MANTRA etc . Then after I started searching e-version of VISHNU SHASTRANAM and i got without any much effort . The following link may be useful for anyone who may be interested to explore more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ecse.rpi.edu/Homepages/shivkuma/music/vishnu-sahasranamam-meanings.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.swargarohan.org/Vishnu-sahasranama/06.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this holy search I across ed couple of SHLOKAs which express the philosophy of Hinda dharma . Have feel one of them - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARVE BHAWANTU SUKHINAN&lt;br /&gt;SARVE SANTU NIRAMAYAN&lt;br /&gt;SARV BHADRANI PASHYANTI&lt;br /&gt;MANKASHID DUKHBHAG BHAWET .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Let there be peace and Davine happiness in whole universe , all should be free from disease and all should be in good health externally and internally .&lt;br /&gt;All should be decent and knowledgeable , Let goddess save us from all mental and emotional worries )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-2209080383862528728?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/2209080383862528728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=2209080383862528728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/2209080383862528728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/2209080383862528728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2007/01/since-last-september-or-better-saying.html' title='VISHNU SAHASRANAM ( Thousand Name of Lord Vishnu)'/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043592275203711393.post-2273943766989889724</id><published>2007-01-12T16:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:27:51.230+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phir kya hoga uske baad&lt;br /&gt;Ravi se ujjwal shashi se sunder&lt;br /&gt;Nav kislayadal se komaltar&lt;br /&gt;Vadhhu tumhari ghar aayegi&lt;br /&gt;Us vivah utsav ke baad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palbhar mukh pe smeet ki rekha&lt;br /&gt;Khel gayi phir maa ne dekha&lt;br /&gt;Utsuk ho kah utha kintu wo&lt;br /&gt;Phir kya hoga uske baad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phir nabh ke ye nachhatr manohar&lt;br /&gt;Swarg lok se utar utar kar&lt;br /&gt;Tere shishu banne ko mere&lt;br /&gt;Ghar aayenge uske baad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere naye khilone lekar&lt;br /&gt;Chale na jayen wo apne ghar&lt;br /&gt;Chintit ho kah utha kintu wo&lt;br /&gt;Phir kya hoga uske baad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab maa ka ji oob chukka tha&lt;br /&gt;Harsh saranti me doob chukka tha&lt;br /&gt;Boli phir main budhi hokar&lt;br /&gt;Mar jauingi uske baad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye sunkar bhar aaye lochan&lt;br /&gt;Kintu ponchkar use usi chhan&lt;br /&gt;Utsuk ho kah utha phir wo&lt;br /&gt;Phir kya hoga uske baad&lt;br /&gt;Kavi ko balak ne sikhlaya&lt;br /&gt;Such dukh hai palbhar ki maya&lt;br /&gt;Hai anant ka tatv prashn ye&lt;br /&gt;Phir kya hoga uske baad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3043592275203711393-2273943766989889724?l=munis-kumar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/feeds/2273943766989889724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3043592275203711393&amp;postID=2273943766989889724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/2273943766989889724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3043592275203711393/posts/default/2273943766989889724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munis-kumar.blogspot.com/2007/01/phir-kya-hoga-uske-baad-ravi-se-ujjwal.html' title=''/><author><name>Manish Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07790013206428960673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
