my heroes

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45188251789361233432011-07-30T19:59:36.013-07:00my heroesall human being are the same.so are their actions.actions that are not born out of fear ,desperation and need....but those that are ACTS OF COURAGE...mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.comBlogger981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-72563859191816546482011-06-15T21:40:00.000-07:002011-06-15T21:55:28.631-07:00The reluctant hero.

"I am most definitely not a hero.A hero..I am not".It so happened .. It was many years ago that a family waitedfor the return ferry to take them back to Mumbai ,then Bombay.They had spent the day exploring the Elephanta caves.It had been a day full of laughter and happiness.Tiring but fun.The daughter of the family stood a bit apart..the mother and son together as they looked back at the

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-78164242977760627502011-06-15T21:07:00.000-07:002011-06-15T21:08:24.163-07:00goodbye :lyrics and chords: Airsupply

can see the pain living in your eyesAnd i know how hard you tryYou deserve to have so much moreI can feel your heart and i sympathizeAnd i'll never criticize all you've ever meant to my life(chorus)F#m-Bm-Em-AI don't want to let you downI don't want to lead you onI don't want to hold you backFrom where you might belong( D-F#m-Bm-G-A7)You would never ask me whyMy heart is so disguisedI just can't

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-56421000523683774012011-05-17T22:01:00.000-07:002011-05-17T22:01:40.121-07:00Anne murray-you are my sunshine

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-9403301803021893102011-05-02T06:51:00.000-07:002011-05-02T07:48:30.925-07:00Don't you hit her.

This is a true story.This is not my storybut perhaps mine to tell.She is a city girl married to a small town boy.A small town boy who had too many insecurities to ever grow into a confidentman and a responsible husband.Whenever he felt less confident by the sheer presence of his well educated charming wife ,he would fly into an uncontrollable rage.He hit her, hard and often,later repent...even

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-48240343306564027652011-04-22T04:20:00.001-07:002011-04-22T05:10:41.437-07:00an evening in sonmarg

Memory of an evening..Sonmarg,2010.I had sat downby a lonely shepherdin the lush pasturesof sonmargunder the shadow ofthe Thajwas glacier.He did not say much.However , i still remember all he said..It is beautiful..this valley,my home.But it is not easy to live here.We fight with the elements,it is a tough ride all the way to summer.And our children,they suffer for there is no school for them ,

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-69132307158949087832011-04-21T18:36:00.000-07:002011-04-22T04:55:25.553-07:00solitary cell and freedom

This is a remnant of my visit to Port Blair..An encounter with the cellular jail...To come face to face with a shared past ...so harsh...so inhuman.Of a hostile climate...a demoniac jailer and the brave men who were incarcerated there,not criminals...freedom fighters.men of principles and ideals...one in particular..Mahavir Singh Lahore Conspiracy Case ( 1929-1930)Born 16th September 1908,

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-2200239048096698712011-04-16T07:32:00.000-07:002011-04-16T07:32:30.294-07:00after so many years i picked up my courage to pick up my brush again!

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-60319675747198143162011-04-16T03:45:00.000-07:002011-04-16T05:44:27.401-07:00Who are the Fukushima 50?

This is a true story. This is not my story but perhaps mine to tell. This is the story of fifty brave men... "The Fukushima 50" are fifty Japanese nuclear workers, among them retirees, who volunteered to stay behind at the Fukushima I Nuclear Power Plant to prevent a nuclear meltdown and prevent a global catastrophe after their country was rocked by two natural disasters; an earthquake and a

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-53114703166882693942011-04-15T06:51:00.001-07:002011-04-15T07:58:10.095-07:00Eco-logical ....essentially.

This is a true story. This is not my story but perhaps mine to tell. This is about two young people... committed to cause and motivated from within. How ever they said that it was not about them but other people who are are even more so.. Before the story...a statement. A statement of fact. As recently as the early 1980′s, there were approximately 40 million vultures in India, comprised of nine

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-1142544852691798452011-04-15T06:49:00.000-07:002011-04-15T06:49:04.365-07:00Even Eagles Need A Push Movie

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-74670417747857330262011-04-13T08:54:00.000-07:002011-04-13T08:54:33.763-07:00UNICEF India - Real lives - UNICEF supports teenaged tsunami survivor to bring smiles on children’s faces

UNICEF India - Real lives - UNICEF supports teenaged tsunami survivor to bring smiles on children’s faces

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-32788664885942137452011-04-13T05:36:00.000-07:002011-04-16T05:39:28.035-07:00The girl who grew up to fly.

This is a true story.This is not my story but mine , perhaps, to tell.This is about this young woman pilot...who said that it was not about herbut about being part of a team...who said it was about people...real people who were suffering who were stranded ..and who deserved to get home.Libya,2011,strife and trouble and common people caught into the crossfire.Women and children stranded in the

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-24890980488518307422011-04-06T06:43:00.000-07:002011-04-16T05:47:32.015-07:00The story of Ray

This is a true story. This is not my story but perhaps mine to tell. The land of the rising sun and cherry blossoms, an island surrounded by waves , waves that wander waves that sing , waves that we know , and sometimes not, the force they are , the joy they bring. Common people /ordinary lives....The daily grind of the daily lives,the life and the world as we know. An ordinary day in the life

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-6610264911847393622011-02-27T09:56:00.000-08:002011-02-27T09:56:36.545-08:00Hero of the Day: "Maria Aguinda et al"

Hero of the Day: "Maria Aguinda et al"

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-56456701983255576512011-02-04T05:37:00.000-08:002011-02-04T05:37:47.801-08:00I hope you dance lyrics

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-53603847745318115532011-02-03T07:53:00.000-08:002011-02-03T07:53:31.155-08:00Life Is Like A Cup of Coffee - Inspirational Video Movie

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-89632605289062979912011-02-03T07:49:00.000-08:002011-02-03T07:49:00.698-08:00Imagine- John Lennon(Lyrics)

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-48562733336343063822011-02-03T07:18:00.000-08:002011-02-03T07:36:34.551-08:00candle in the wind

i was stunned into silence....and rightly so....in a world of selfishness ,greed and meaninglessness such words could only be received in silence..so i asked...what exactly is this fellowship?a vivacious bright lively girl and this dynamo of a young man...ready to live without the comfort of home ,the amenities of city,the life that is not only easy but one that does not challenge ne to leave

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-88909134038149199652011-02-03T04:47:00.000-08:002011-02-03T05:06:09.016-08:00inferno

Chhampa was alone at home.Home meant a tenement of dried grass ,unbaked bricks and whatever material came to hand.a child by age ,an adult by responsibility..she would do all housework ,take care of her younger sister and wait for her parents to come home,both casual labourers.Probably her life was very tough but she was too busy to have realised it.While she was out gathering wood for the

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-58182169299698140322011-02-03T04:29:00.000-08:002011-02-04T01:48:10.537-08:00say...hello!

Bright...smart....a good actor!Shall i call him Brian and get on with my story...a real story.Brian is smart and intelligent.Yet he had never done what is called public speaking.So he said...Can i do it?i am nervous ,oh so nervous,what if say something that should not be said,what if i say nothing,just freeze,the questions attacked him from all sides.Never has one seen such meticulous

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-52294220300370917042011-01-20T06:55:00.000-08:002011-01-20T06:55:32.178-08:00Triple Aces- This World ft Cha-D (DESI RAP)

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-20590642964710036322011-01-20T06:35:00.000-08:002011-01-20T06:45:09.180-08:00allow me

i came across this statement today.it came from a very quiet girl in a situation of being a part of dominating relationships...her family and her boy friend ..however what she said was amazing...i am what i am.you can accept me or you can reject me.that is your prerogative and your preference.you can like me or dislike me.i have no say in the matter...you can love me or hate me..however you must

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-34139398534803785002011-01-16T00:35:00.000-08:002011-01-16T00:35:18.863-08:00Courage Is - The Strange Familiar [Full Song]

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-76898975093480000232011-01-16T00:32:00.000-08:002011-01-16T00:32:03.232-08:00COURAGE (OSHO Meditation Minutes)

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-31702608987420504662011-01-16T00:18:00.000-08:002011-01-16T00:26:07.582-08:00the soul of it all

couragediving the deep seaclimbing the highest mountainbattling the elementsbattling withindoing more than that is requiredloving with all you havefighting illnesswithout and withinlivingacceptingcrying honestlaughingkilling toxicitysaying yesalwaysto lifealwaysthe soul of it all..

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-29918651695139804622011-01-15T07:01:00.000-08:002011-01-15T07:01:08.893-08:00Guardian Angel

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-48996171452591350962011-01-15T06:47:00.000-08:002011-01-15T06:47:11.566-08:00We Are One - Lion King 2 - With Lyrics

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-30274279921043148812011-01-15T06:30:00.000-08:002011-01-15T06:55:27.717-08:00an angel

..... i hear.. everyone gets their own personal angelyoui guessare minewith yourdrinking and smokingwith yourwild and weird wayswith yourcrazy streak of thoughtin yourown wicked dazein devil's charmcool yet warmnight and dayall that you sayyour voiceyour voiceit strikes my heartenters deep insideheady as wineyou are for mesun shinestarshinei guesseveryone has their own personal angelyoui knoware

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-44306279889520733372011-01-14T00:58:00.000-08:002011-01-14T01:07:49.504-08:00you and i

the sky would shatter the sea would storm and splatter the stars would break in a million pieces shoot across the living room terracethe glass of the lamp burning so steadily would explodei expected so..the stars threw their flares across the ceiling but quietlyand quiet stayed the skyno one sharedthe moment but you and i....

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-40735195037019948612011-01-14T00:48:00.000-08:002011-01-14T00:48:48.635-08:00He wishes for the cloths of heaven

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-63738621025622558342011-01-14T00:33:00.000-08:002011-01-14T00:40:49.968-08:00if

Iftomorrowwasanotherdayi would have dreamed this night awaystepping barefoot on the wet grasswalking the winding streetssinging the wold my heart my love my songtouch a starwishask for an impossible dreamthat holds me togatherdeep that would stayiftomorrowwasanotherday.

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-39815214301637973262011-01-14T00:06:00.001-08:002011-01-14T00:17:39.594-08:00The moment of truth

The Moment Of Truthtime and age would separate us life would drive a wedge between your heart and minei could i assumei could share love with youi could share more..but you being youi being iit would never be sothese momentstogetherchange to dustand not a single eye would shed a single tearno heart would ever miss a single beatand it will be as it as it mustright here right now we will dream a

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-68394744092495151982011-01-14T00:06:00.000-08:002011-01-14T00:06:02.802-08:00Carrie Underwood - I'll Stand By You

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-35083941782515681242011-01-13T23:54:00.000-08:002011-01-14T00:01:58.811-08:00the unsaid.

words never uttered words left unsaidsay ever more than whatever is saidluncheons dinners teas cocktails empty chatterfilling up moments cover naked facesbridge unbridgeable roads fill vacant spacesto lie to cheat to beat timehold meaningless smiles in correct placesso it doesn't slip and doesn't saywhatever be the price ready to payhide hide and never findstay hidden in words we never say...

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-79273948676554809392011-01-13T23:42:00.000-08:002011-01-13T23:51:43.181-08:00sadness

it happensit happens to all of uslookthese crying eyes shuttered in their fearswe believethis moment we hold so dearwill never be lostthis smile that is now will always befrom a closed fist sand slipping awaytimehappinessthese moments vanish without a traceand we arelike otherswe realizeit happensbut aftera mirror that reflectslater...dimly the crying eyes...it happens to all of us.

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-54015289297713215592010-05-07T06:05:00.001-07:002010-05-07T06:05:05.591-07:00The Symphony Of Life

The good with the bad..The beautiful with the ugly..The happiness with the sorrow..The success with the failure...life... The Symphony Of LifeView more presentations from Anna *.

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-26833465936575509672010-05-03T05:38:00.000-07:002010-05-03T05:38:14.177-07:00Willie Nelson & Sinead O'Connor - Dont Give Up

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-88562591259200121872010-05-02T03:34:00.000-07:002010-05-02T03:34:33.122-07:00JACK, THE POSITIVE DONKEY

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-66860342132171710492010-05-01T23:55:00.000-07:002010-05-07T04:39:31.428-07:00her father's daughter!

Saba was sad.Sad ,distressed and weary.Days rolled into weeks ,weeks into months , months that stretched on.Sad and weary.She knew that she was her father's daughter.She knew she will neither give in nor give up.Struggle was in her soul but she was soul weary of struggle.What would she not do for a little peace...peace of mind ...peace of soul.Night after night , she sat with her father ,whose

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-67406038456914098852010-04-29T08:33:00.000-07:002010-04-29T08:33:18.902-07:00Inspirational Video - The Don't Quit Poem

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-40549303084657841892010-04-28T07:01:00.001-07:002010-04-28T07:01:37.041-07:00Two Frogs - Inspirational Story

this is one story i have always liked..this is something i believe in..inspiration through words...simple words..strong words ..meaningful words..Always believe in what you do...and DO YOUR THING!Two Frogs - Inspirational StoryView more presentations from Princess Estine.

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-74681190289145153062010-04-25T05:48:00.000-07:002010-04-25T05:48:00.509-07:00Don Williams - You're My Best Friend

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-83627133275292998742010-04-16T04:13:00.000-07:002010-04-16T04:40:12.140-07:00speaking of love..

to say i love you..to yourself.with faith and acceptance to look in the mirror , find yourself just the way you are with all the flaws ,imperfections and self doubts..to look within your heart,to know who you are truly ,within you,deep inside you heart of hearts..and to say..i love you ,and mean it too.to say i love you...to the one you love.with no desire for reciprocation , with no fear of

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-82994020203288480132010-04-14T08:28:00.001-07:002010-04-14T08:28:42.871-07:00Believe...in you..

If you could dream so...so it will be..If you could want so...so it will beIt is all about desire...the desire within you.. The Genie In You PoemView more presentations from Charles Heineke.

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-22909568131509673122010-04-14T08:17:00.000-07:002010-04-14T08:25:52.774-07:00believe!

Believe.Believe in good things... because they bring happiness.Believe in happiness...because it is a possiblity.Believe in possibilites...because they are born out of dreams.Believe in dreams..because they come true.Believe in truth...because it is peace.Believe in peace....because it springs out of love.Believe in love...because it is within you.Believe in you..because i do....

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-65864229022046867282010-04-14T08:00:00.001-07:002010-04-14T08:00:43.446-07:00Somebodys Angel Poem

i read it...i was touched...it just so fits in with my philosophy of life..Check out this SlideShare Presentation: Somebodys Angel PoemView more presentations from Charles Heineke.

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-54873871042659536802010-04-14T02:02:00.001-07:002010-04-14T02:02:05.557-07:00Fair Play means Respect!!...

Check out this SlideShare Presentation: Fair Play means Respect!!...View more presentations from ak85ka 　ڿڰۣڿڰۣ☸ڿڰۣڿڰۣ.

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-64455930285326339692010-04-02T01:12:00.000-07:002010-04-02T01:28:16.852-07:00A sip and no more.

No, they said.Just a sip and no more.My family , she thought..Always ready to tell her what to do as if she had no wishes ,no desires and worst of all ,not even a mind of her own.It wasn't true.She was the best judge of what was good for her and she needed no advice.No ..never.All the years of having being dictated to rose like an occean around her as if she would be drowned.The frequently

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-81992693188021278112010-04-02T00:53:00.000-07:002010-04-02T01:09:17.697-07:00A sip and no more.

No...he said.Just a sip , they said.My friends , my life..he thought.All they want to have is a good time whichever way they can. I am no different .And that is the essence of being young ,and being in college ,and being part of such a vibrant group of people.Study hard and party harder..Last day of the semester..last party of the session..time to have a good time.We are in agreement.Except i

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-82222761756840897522010-03-30T04:26:00.000-07:002010-04-02T01:44:09.186-07:00goodbye

soul mates no more....no more soul mates , by choice and by design.soul mates , for the want of an exact word , because there is no word that describes them.They were not friends ,no ,not really.No .They were not friends. Their station in life separated them.Age separated them.Experience separated them.Somehow....however they had been able to understand each other across the barriers of age ,

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-85336282688588310312010-03-15T20:56:00.000-07:002010-03-15T21:30:20.883-07:00study some more..

School was about to get over..And Darren knew not what to do..His parents were clear what they wanted him to do..his friends were sure what the felt he should do..even his teachers were assured of his capabilities and future possibilities..Witty , with a superb sense of humour , and a command of the spoken as well as the writen word ,how could he be at a loss for words.Yet he was...at a loss for

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-30266202700077528462010-01-12T04:23:00.000-08:002010-01-12T04:42:38.743-08:00speaking out..

no story.. just a thought..the most courageous thing in this world is to share feelings..to convey what you feel..truly ...deeply....even writing poetry..honestly.kya pathar dil hai yeh shaharkoi rasta tumhari khabar nahi deta..jala do ise...kyun sard aansu yehdil hai ke barf haikohre me dooba kissa dil suna deta haipighla do ise..

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-4816461823542782882009-09-11T20:01:00.000-07:002009-09-11T20:22:51.098-07:00To live.

This is a true story.This story is very close to my heart.It is of a woman who is heart broken and struggling with personal sorrow.However ,it began with a man. A man who took care of a lot of people ,a number of things ,numerous businesses but excelled in whatever he did.The head of family in an Indian joint family,responsible ,loving ,and dedicated.One day,he was snatched away in a final and

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-13075298938789082122009-06-29T04:41:00.000-07:002009-06-29T05:18:11.790-07:00eco-logical!

High up in the Dhauladhar Ranges ,some distance away from The Dalai lama's residence ,lives a strong and a silent woman.Rachel was driven out of her homeland,she came to this land ,she is not sure whether she adopted the land or the land adopted her...whichever way it is,it is so.In sun or snow ,she does everyday what she set out to do many years ago.The once verdant hills are chock -a -block

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-6342473187856652922009-06-13T03:06:00.000-07:002009-06-15T03:32:15.995-07:00an easier dream..

Everyone told her so.Everyone believed it was impossible.Everyone knew that he was selfish.Everyone had seen her inevitable heartbreak.Everyone had warned her against pain...against him.He was selfish,heartless,hard hearted,fickle,faithless,false...so said her mother,father,uncles,aunts,friends,friends of friends,neighbours,neighbours of neighbours.....acquaintances...everyone who could say so..

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-79759945097561277402009-06-11T07:37:00.000-07:002009-06-12T03:39:43.451-07:00overcoming disappointment

Bijoy is a step away from his dream and destination.His life flashes in his mind..all clear images...The day he topped class V and his class teacher told his parents what a genius he was..The day he won his first debate competition and the principal of his school announced his name in the assembly...The day he represented his school in an all state championship and came back holding aloft his

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-89268473834548543512009-04-24T05:37:00.000-07:002009-04-24T06:06:25.286-07:00so smart..

this is a true story.this is not my story..but it is mine to tell for the moment..the story has a bright young man at its center...bright ,intelligent ,and ready to shine..or almost ready to shine.He is ready to shine but he has a hidden enemy.His greatest friend is his mind and his worst foe is his mind.it was the night before,the exam that would be his admittance to the institute of his choice

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-77333328056659121222009-04-17T06:41:00.000-07:002009-06-29T05:13:07.854-07:00the road ahead...the road behind...

life is born anew each day...always changing...always moving on.Each day is one that never will be again....life never repeats itself...to be afraid of change is not only ridiculous ,it defies the basic principle of life..change.to be alive to possibility of change ,to accept it ,to live it ....is the only way to live..those who are not defeated by it...those who are willing to change and to be

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-43342476662611707722009-04-17T06:33:00.000-07:002009-04-17T06:34:00.627-07:00reflections.

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-58460158345245481472009-04-17T06:29:00.000-07:002009-04-17T06:30:21.164-07:00leaves of heaven

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-53781517335698202592008-11-24T05:49:00.000-08:002008-11-24T06:17:36.981-08:00monster under my bed..

beneath the macho exterior , gruff voice and a rough manner hid a sensitive soul..it had been a long day today...long but exciting ,tough but terrific.Vinnie had been out camping with his mates , he had climbed up a steep hill without missing a beat ,he had dropped down the rock face in record time....through out the day he'd had been leading from the front.And doing it well.now the last log had

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-21420993953129684812008-11-22T22:38:00.000-08:002008-11-22T23:26:04.668-08:00drop down the mountain...

Kerry is a cheerful, fun loving and a cool girl.At the moment she was neither cheerful nor fun loving.She felt far from cool.In fact she was a bundle of nerves.Her hands were clammy .Her heart was hammering away in her chest .She had never been so scared in all of her sixteen years.Convinced that she was going to die in a few minutes , she was clinging to the rope that was her only link to safety

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-68267121189790950652008-11-18T05:05:00.000-08:002008-11-18T05:41:32.346-08:00the sportsman

this is a true story.this is not my story but perhaps mine for the telling.here it is...he could not think beyond his sport , a young boy hardly ready for the world plunged himself headlong in his passion .in the morning he woke up with not a thought in his head but that of his sport...in the afternoon ,sun or rain, he remained on the field ...in the evening he worked on his physical fitness....

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-11583940709243833832008-11-15T05:19:00.000-08:002008-11-15T05:56:17.174-08:00why i write about courage...

'the world speaks to me in pictures,my soul answers in(music) writing....'tagore again..this day today reminded me of a memory so far unwritten,never unremembered but never written...it was this way...in this most practical world of trivial pursuits and monetary considerations ,there lived a poetic soul... more in the flight of her dreams than in the firmness of the terra firma , more in the

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-13356366598125017402008-10-29T03:39:00.000-07:002008-10-29T04:28:55.220-07:00i am who i am

i am who i amyou can accept me...you can reject methat remains your preference ,prerogative ,prejudice...as you chooseyou can like me,dislike me ,love me or hate mei have no say in the matteri choose to have no say in the matter yet i choose to remain who i am not change ,ever...unless i choose to...So thought Sneha ,after another bitter row ...in fact two substantial rows ,first with her mother

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-14539951634004150332008-10-27T09:34:00.000-07:002008-10-27T09:48:18.609-07:00a hero....poetically...

today i quote the ace poet tagore as i read ....i thought i would write love's words in their own colour;but that lies deep in the heart and tears are palewould you knowthem friend ,if the words were colourless?i thought i would sing love's words to their own tune ; but they sound only in my heart and words are pale would you know them friend ,if there were no tune?read tagore....read poetry...

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-71633265748755168862008-10-06T23:04:00.000-07:002010-06-27T08:34:36.632-07:00growing up..

This is a true story.This is not my story but as it unfolded i was a silent witness to the pain and agony.In another step life as he knew it would cease to be .In another moment he would be giving up all the joy in his life .In another moment he would be married...His life could have been a simple ,happy and an easy one..A happy well to do family , parents who cared for him , friends who loved

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-59168189009764793762008-09-26T06:31:00.000-07:002008-09-29T06:02:02.821-07:00

This is a true story.This is not my story but it was told to me.Life was a battle for Ayesha . Her home her battlefield ,her lover her enemy.Every single day she was battered ,bruised ,and beaten.Every single evening she was asked forgiveness.Every single day she decided to do something drastic....like walking out .....an overdose of pills...running away .Every single night she decided to give

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-30988762674291373642008-09-22T06:58:00.000-07:002008-09-22T07:04:41.225-07:00it isn't easy but one must try!

it isnt easy but one must try.Everyone called him Fatty...accent wallahs called him Fatz...desi ones called him Mottu.All ,with the one exception ,that is his mother ,who said he was pleasantly plump ,that's all.He was popular because he was friendly and he was funny.He was also popular because he didn't mind if his pals poked fun at him ,he thought it went with the territory...of being

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-89174173082872618662008-09-22T06:23:00.000-07:002008-09-26T06:35:26.943-07:00He was a quiet guy...

its a true story.its not my story.i was a witness to this story.Samay ,that is his name.They called him Silent Sam.He was what you would call a quiet guy , quite a quiet guy , a quite quiet guy....whichever way one may put it.Silent Sam would be silent in the classes and out of the classes.He was silent when he was with friends and when he was without friends.He was silent at school and he was

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-39199309911411571622008-08-18T07:22:00.000-07:002008-08-25T07:06:48.424-07:00the most difficult words...

the easiest word are always the most difficult to say.sometimes our mind plays games with us making them the most difficult ones.sometimes our ego stands in our way.sometimes we refuse to listen to our heart.on our tongue,the easiest words stayunspoken and unacknowledgedtill the moment for them passes awayand they no more are easy but the most difficult to say...especially when one is in love...

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-24104697739623612702008-08-14T05:26:00.000-07:002008-08-15T08:11:50.523-07:00family comes first !

Sincere,smart,sophisticated...that 's one way to describe him ;ambitious,successful,practical....that is another way to describe him;a good son ...this is perhaps the best way to describe him..let me call him Sean.Sean worked hard at his profession , as he had studied all these years , with determination and dedication.It had been a while since he had lazed away an afternoon or went pubbing with

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-34775347353365509332008-08-12T07:45:00.000-07:002008-08-15T08:48:39.480-07:00soul mates....no more..

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-31241517826018366832008-08-12T07:25:00.000-07:002008-08-12T07:38:21.275-07:00Easier said than done...love comes first!

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-82268303050595914702008-08-12T06:30:00.000-07:002008-08-13T05:46:29.883-07:00..and then there was one...

Vanya had always been a happy - go - lucky girl.A smile on her lips and a song in her heart ...that was Vanya.She grew into a charming women ,and never did she lose her smile or her song.Always a kind word on her lips , life too was kind to her.One fine day , in fact , not so fine a day, life stopped being kind to her.She had been married for some years now .Her husband was her soul mate and

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-74520851414844448432008-06-25T00:19:00.000-07:002008-12-11T04:20:37.143-08:00a question of education...sam's story!

Sam was scared.He was only seventeen.He was bright and smart.He was good at school.All his techers said so....so did his parents...so did his friends...and all those who knew him...He had already mentally prepared himself for an academician life to co - exist with a sportsman's life.He had planned to enroll in one of the most prestigious colleges and graduate with honours.All his family knew this

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-24981339100332908552008-06-23T07:12:00.000-07:002008-07-12T05:23:20.401-07:00promises and lies

It couldn't have happened again.And it couldn't have happened to her again.She felt like a fool.Rather she was a fool.On this beautiful evening , she stood at the Priya PVR feeling like an absolute fool.Stood up ...once again!Annie is a smart girl ,also a sweet one ,she has a voice of her own and she has always been able to speak her mind.She has also been able to ask for her rights whether it

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-39033498605879401592008-06-23T05:33:00.000-07:002008-07-12T05:26:29.494-07:00second chance

All Jahnavi needed was love.All jahnavi wanted was love.All she was ever denied was love.She was a daughter in a household full of daughters.Unfortunately she was a daughter in a household which had far too many daughters too appreciate any ,and far too fed up of them to love them.Her parents did their duty by her.They provided for her , ensured she was well-fed,well-clothed and received a good

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-79012821341899475992008-06-20T23:22:00.000-07:002008-07-02T07:20:23.227-07:00winner takes all

A true story...not mine but mine to narrate.Aayan was what one would call a difficult person....but with a sense of humour.Humour was his shield.It was his armour and his weapon too.When life served him a tough question he answered it with a joke.And since life served him many tough questions there were many a times when he found it convenient to laugh aloud...and laugh he did.People as is a

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-10934089626709008342008-06-01T20:55:00.000-07:002008-07-12T05:03:34.607-07:00overcoming EGO !

He knew he was a compromise candidate.The way the selection committee had been divided was clear.Two members were clearly backing the one they had brought in ,two were neutral but they did not want to say anything just then , the other two had an obvious soft corner for him but they had to be scrupulously fair at all the times.The head of the committee seemed to have a regard for him but her

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-35500897151182293442008-05-30T05:24:00.000-07:002008-05-31T04:34:24.503-07:00the first hello!

Tall , smart and handsome ; Aryan seemed to have everything.Sophisticated , sensitive and stylish ; Aryan was a delight.He was talented and bright.A great sense of humour livened up things wherever he went.Years ago he had moved away and had rejoined his old school after a few years .Not only it was a an educational change for him ,it was also a culture shock ! He was not really used to so many

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-24856497826542751112008-05-28T23:14:00.000-07:002008-05-31T04:36:10.121-07:00to propose or not to propose!

Vivan was in love.Vivan wanted to propose to the girl of his dreams.Vivan was scared as scared could be.He was what one would call a late bloomer.When the boys his age were experiencing the first jolt of their hormones and calling it love for want of a better word, he was experiencing the same feelings ,but he was experiencing them for his first desk top.When boys his age were learning to live

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-846460639688307982008-05-25T02:45:00.000-07:002008-05-30T05:54:05.409-07:00high school blues...

A high school , classes ,teachers , students , learning ,playing ...and ups and downs.A high school senior ready to take his place in the world ,a keen sports man who wanted nothing more than to be his schools sports captain ....all his life has been a preparation for this goal, a building up towards this one moment, a dream that will come to life..Passion ,ambition and adventure; these had been

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-66023669520229048652008-05-23T10:47:00.000-07:002008-05-25T02:45:11.971-07:00dare to be different !

Brought up in the the traditional way , in the midst of a loving and an old fashioned family , Sanya was growing up to be a sweet and kind young lady.A beautiful person both in thought and action , a friend who would be always there for her friends ,a daughter who would never do anything to hurt her family.soon it was time for her to go out in the wide world and learn who she was and what she

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-72209907454218701282008-05-19T23:51:00.000-07:002008-05-28T20:58:25.811-07:00Chasing poverty!

Immensely talented and dedicated...yet the first thing one would notice about him is passion...not just about his profession but about the state of the world that we live in.To create that which is meaningful and true...to make a difference...to make a better living possible..not just for himself ,but for the world....he is a man who holds a dream close to his heart.A photographer by profession,

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-12350043426206274262008-05-13T22:37:00.000-07:002008-05-28T20:59:26.327-07:00when the earth moved...

Chen tried to sit up ,she couldn't.She tried to stretch her arms ,she couldn't.She tried to move her feet ,she couldn't.She wanted to scream but she could hardly breathe.Her arms and legs were strangely twisted ;and they seemed to be pinned under her.Her one good eye was trying to make some sense out of the rubble and debris that were all around her.She could not recall what had happened for her

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-91632141168936229232008-05-12T23:50:00.000-07:002008-05-30T05:49:10.613-07:00R E W I N D @ G U T S !

Jessica is a good scholar.She has good study habits.She is one of those people who study on their own with pleasure.She is comfortable with herself and her academic achievements....or i should say she was .At the moment she is apprehensive and scared.What brought her to this state is the past year...The past one year was tough to say the least.She had appeared for her public exams ,handled them

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-18838125217262222072008-05-12T21:04:00.000-07:002008-05-28T21:02:37.001-07:00memory!

She was a dreamer............a soft hearted-sentimental-sweet-sensitive dreamer .He was a doer....a fast moving - practical minded - smart -sophisticated doer .If opposites attract...than yes they did!They spent countless hours together ,talking and talking some more.She was fascinated...he was fascinating ; he was loved...she was loving.He would speak about beautiful things,she would dream of

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-21981403666281594042008-05-11T02:28:00.000-07:002008-05-11T08:12:16.635-07:00the boy who had to grow up too early.

This is a true story.This is not my story but it affected me.Here was this boy ,stubborn,headstrong and somewhat spoilt .He was the centre of his family's existence.Doted on by a loving father,pampered by an adoring mother, cared for by all others.Let me call him Raoul.He was loved and he knew it.He was the apple of his dad's eyes and he knew it.He was the darling of his mom and he knew it.He was

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-49151645298922694822008-05-10T04:09:00.000-07:002010-02-01T04:57:53.111-08:00the boy who would not be disciplined...

This is a true story.Not mine..but mine to tell...perhaps...Martin had a deep contempt for all authority.He found release only in doing things that would flout authority.If a rule said that he should cut his hair short,he would grow them long.And if the same rule would be amended to say that he should have his hair long,he would go for a bald look!A passionate sportsman... he loved to be out on

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-26841193471947688102008-05-08T21:15:00.000-07:002008-05-11T03:15:53.468-07:00The sky is the limit !

let me tell you a storythis not my storybut its a story that wants tellingthere was a girl i knew....i remember her as a shy girl...let me call her Priya.She belonged to a very conservative family.A family that was bound to its tradition and values,it was a family that believed that the rightful place of a girl is at home,a family that believed that the girls even though educated should never

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-18349845381280186902008-05-07T21:01:00.000-07:002008-05-07T21:52:38.915-07:00The boy who would be a man.

Casual,clumsy, lazy & easygoing were some of the words that Aashwin would use to descibe himself,and that too when he was being generous.Let me tell you who he is...A young boy who would get out of bed or from his favourite sofa only when his favourite snack would run out of easy access,then he would take a few lazy steps to the family refrigerator ,gather his supplies only to trudge back to his

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-72743336257137011112008-05-06T21:36:00.000-07:002008-05-08T21:15:50.297-07:00YEAH...GIRL,YOU CAN !

This is a true story.This is not my story.But it has affected me. A girl comes to the big bad city to study & work hard at forging a bright future for herself.Let me call her Mynah.She is talented , intelligent & confident.She holds her own in a new school and a new city.She makes friends ...and settles to her study.Mynah knows her mind.She has made many tough decisions .She has a worried yet

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-18517313806970814962008-05-06T20:55:00.000-07:002008-05-06T21:29:22.035-07:00Math-o-phobia

This is a true story.This is not my story.But in a way i was a part of it.There is a girl.Let me call her Renee.She was the youngest in her family.All her family was composed of bright and accomplished scholars.Her dad was an engineer,so was her elder brother.;and her elder sister was pursuing an MD.And then came along this girl who had a flair for languages,creative writing,dramatics....

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-13295525920509834392008-05-06T05:58:00.000-07:002008-05-06T07:08:59.468-07:00conquering rage...

This is a true story .This is not my story.However it was told to me.This is about a boy .Let me call him Ron.Ron was 12.He was headstrong,egoistic,and to top it all an intellectual.He would not have found life easy.Those who think,they never do.To add to his trouble,he was popular too.Yet he went about thinking his thoughts,speaking his mind & generally getting into trouble as boys sometimes do

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-17559517990858108442008-05-05T22:14:00.000-07:002008-05-28T20:56:29.040-07:00DREAMS OR DOLLARS ?

This is a true story.This is not my story.But i saw it unfolding right in front of my eyes.This is about a young man just out of high school.Let me call him Arnie.He is an easy and a laid back person.Someone who does not lose his cool easily.However today he stands at the crossroads ....which way now...both are difficult....both have their positives & negatives....He is a person of many

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-30624238175969027952008-05-05T01:27:00.000-07:002008-05-28T20:55:25.802-07:00surviving heartache

This is a true story.this is not my story.However i was a witness to this.there is this girl;bright,smart & good at studies.let me call her Serena.She is not only fun to be with but at the same time trustworthy & loyal...in short a good friend.One of the guys in her group was quite popular . .He was lazy & laidback.He had the capacity to laugh at everything ,including real emotion.He had a girl

mitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248982263495986922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518825178936123343.post-85615231861311927932008-05-04T08:45:00.000-07:002008-05-28T20:54:38.557-07:00A winner all the way...

This is a true story.This is not my story .I was a witness to this...let me call it .. A shot of Courage...let me call him Rob,this young boy..bright,vivacious,ready to take on all challenges that life would throw his way.He was a raw bundle of energy.He wanted excitement ...absolute total excitement in everything,in classroom,in relationships,and in life.A moment of boredom was an eternity.Rob

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