<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2616779594620404515</id><updated>2014-10-06T22:17:05.408-07:00</updated><category term="Being human"/><category term="Bollywood"/><category term="Commercialization"/><category term="Desi boyz"/><category term="Eve-teasing"/><category term="Funny"/><category term="Identify"/><category term="Item Numbers"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Poem"/><category term="Sheila"/><category term="The Frontline"/><category term="advertisements"/><category term="indigenous people"/><category term="tenuous lives"/><title type='text'>Reality- check</title><subtitle type='html'>A diary of a girl who loves to dream, think, and question things randomly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shweta D&#39;souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08303104320009148618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZAttHHj4Ro/Ty0xjFahlPI/AAAAAAAAABk/yrXOLYwIizE/s220/396309_3170264621395_1408874255_3341051_1644707849_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616779594620404515.post-2291849066738872565</id><published>2012-04-02T10:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T01:39:49.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear diary..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Dated: 1st April, 2012. 12.05am &lt;br /&gt;I just stuck my head out of the window, and the cool breeze just took my breathe away. It wrapped itself around my body and I thought it would take me away to another world of serenity, peace, joy, maybe paradise. And I looked down at the streets as the neighboring air conditioners made noises. No, the dim light streets did not remind me of thieves or a rapist or a drunkard sitting in some corner, awake to pounce on whatever they feel like doing. It felt more like a walk, feeling the atmosphere humming in silence, as we humans snore away to glory. And that’s when I feel a simple walk in the night can be so beautiful, be it under the pure white moonlight, or dim streetlight. One doesn’t need to get high on alcohol or weed to make oneself ‘happy’. Just as simple as walk and talk(what an idea sirji?)can be so much fun! We have forgotten how much happiness sanity can bring us. “Exams are over? lets go out drinking and clubbing!”, “Bored? Let’s get high.”, “need a stress buster? Let’s go for a smoke”, “Achieved something successful? Bring out that champagne!”&lt;br /&gt;I do not mean to incur any wrath of the above lines I mentioned that we have been using on and on, but how far have we gone? What about those friends who would love to sit and laugh with you all night long? What about your dog, faithfully sitting and waiting for you at the entrance of the door of your house? What about those little moments of meaningful conversation with your folks? What about a random walk in your area?&lt;br /&gt;For we have chosen to shut our eyes to the world of things that can immediately bring us happiness. Well so much for happiness and good riddance of our grouse, yes dear diary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;tab-stops: 76.5pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2291849066738872565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/04/dear-diary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/2291849066738872565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/2291849066738872565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/04/dear-diary.html' title='Dear diary..'/><author><name>Shweta D&#39;souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08303104320009148618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZAttHHj4Ro/Ty0xjFahlPI/AAAAAAAAABk/yrXOLYwIizE/s220/396309_3170264621395_1408874255_3341051_1644707849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616779594620404515.post-5935440147015374346</id><published>2012-03-30T06:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-30T06:16:43.362-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Being human"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Identify"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indigenous people"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tenuous lives"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Frontline"/><title type='text'>Have you BEEN human?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I remember studying hard for my political science paper. Which topics to study, which ones not study! It seemed confusing, irritating and so to stay away from web pages like Google and Wikipedia, I went for walk and grabbed magazines like the Frontline, Outlook and India Today. Yes buying those magazines made me realise that I’d have to read 5 pages of every issue they had printed. One of the articles titled the ‘Tenuous Lives’ in the Frontline magazine attracted my attention, enough to make me think again and again about the topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Back then I had only heard of Maoists and Naxals as the indigenous communities in India, till I came across this article. It spoke of how a small community of tribes were fighting for their right to livelihood. Two tribes called the Qalandars and the Havadigas situated in Karnataka were nomadic tribes who were dependent on Bears and Snakes respectively to earn their daily livelihood. Their job was to tame them and entertain the crowd on the streets. However, the Wildlife Protection Act, 1972 came in, and took away their source of income- the animals and in return left no adequate alternative livelihood or compensation. The article goes on to further describe how they are taken advantage of, and speaks out loud for their problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;How many of us know that something like this is happening to our fellow human beings? &amp;nbsp;For we are so involved in our deluge of problems and desires of our lives, we wish to become fugitive among these issues. So how can we remove this drab from our fellow human being’s lives? From our lives? I remember someone saying, “Let’s change ourselves from within, not others.” The moment we take an initiative to CHANGE, others will automatically resolve to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So let us IDENTIFY each other as they want to be. By not stereotyping, by not being racist, by not being biased, but by being human(couldn’t stop thinking about Salman khan’s brand for this) Let us recognise an essence of an individual, of each community amongst the camouflage of excess information available to us. Let us not depend on what others say, but on what YOU say, what you think.&amp;nbsp; Let us stay away from those gibes we come across and &amp;nbsp;hope that this inequality becomes a vestige for our future generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The link to the article: http://www.frontlineonnet.com/fl2904/stories/20120309290409500.htm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5935440147015374346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/03/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/5935440147015374346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/5935440147015374346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/03/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title='Have you BEEN human?'/><author><name>Shweta D&#39;souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08303104320009148618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZAttHHj4Ro/Ty0xjFahlPI/AAAAAAAAABk/yrXOLYwIizE/s220/396309_3170264621395_1408874255_3341051_1644707849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616779594620404515.post-129814665252123780</id><published>2012-03-10T19:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-10T19:09:28.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C&#39;est Moi :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 500px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinoosam/6226058006/in/set-72157627726995867/&quot; style=&quot;display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; title=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6114/6226058006_1496f28746_s.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 75px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinoosam/6537321949/in/set-72157627726995867/&quot; style=&quot;display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; title=&quot;Photoshoot!&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photoshoot!&quot; src=&quot;http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7156/6537321949_777f73d459_s.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 75px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinoosam/6500029473/in/set-72157627726995867/&quot; style=&quot;display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; title=&quot;A photoshoot at bandra :)&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;A photoshoot at bandra :)&quot; src=&quot;http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7149/6500029473_e0f68717f4_s.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 75px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinoosam/6537322315/in/set-72157627726995867/&quot; style=&quot;display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; title=&quot;Photoshoot!&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Photoshoot!&quot; src=&quot;http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6537322315_311e0aaaaf_s.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 75px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinoosam/6225539045/in/set-72157627726995867/&quot; style=&quot;display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; title=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6054/6225539045_1e9468329b_s.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 75px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinoosam/6226057924/in/set-72157627726995867/&quot; style=&quot;display: block; float: left; height: 75px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; title=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6043/6226057924_2728e8c0cd_s.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 75px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 75px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/chinoosam/sets/72157627726995867/&quot;&gt;C&#39;est Moi :)&lt;/a&gt;, a set on Flickr.&lt;/div&gt;Photogenic? Yes I am :)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/feeds/129814665252123780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/03/c-moi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/129814665252123780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/129814665252123780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/03/c-moi.html' title='C&amp;#39;est Moi :)'/><author><name>Shweta D&#39;souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08303104320009148618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZAttHHj4Ro/Ty0xjFahlPI/AAAAAAAAABk/yrXOLYwIizE/s220/396309_3170264621395_1408874255_3341051_1644707849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616779594620404515.post-2191367960708695182</id><published>2012-02-25T08:27:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-10T18:14:24.229-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bollywood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desi boyz"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eve-teasing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Item Numbers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sheila"/><title type='text'>Who welcomed bollywood to the Feckless Rat-race?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;When something as stupid as petulant Saif Ali Khan&#39;s arrest is considered as a &quot;breaking news&quot; these days, it won&#39;t be difficult for you to comprehend the dicey situation of Bollywood of 2012. It&#39;s doing&amp;nbsp;something someone wouldn&#39;t like to do in today&#39;s world- make fool out of themselves. This can be proved in the back to back flop-hits like Desi Boyz, Jodi Breakers, Kuch spice to make it meetha, Say Yes to Love, Char din ki Chandani, and what not absurd names.&lt;br /&gt;I remember 10 years back&amp;nbsp;I would watch the trailers with enthusiasm to know what the movies were all&amp;nbsp;about and what story they aimed to give out. And now when people watch trailers of men stripping away to glory or girls meretriciously glamorizing slutty characters. Question is - What is happening to once-upon-a-time-famous-for-its-musical-movies which are now just a flippant Bollywood? Bigger question - where are the creative script writers, directors? And lets not forget the most important - Actors, where are your ethics? Does money make your common sense jump out of the window in the act of ultimate desperation? Have we come to a level where casting salacious blondes, brunettes and, if necessary, half naked lead actress are the only option for an entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do you know every time Katrina kaif shakes her body and assets to an item number, she is not only encouraging other competitive actresses to opt &#39;&lt;b&gt;bolder&lt;/b&gt;&#39; item numbers but also degrading men&#39;s mentality towards women as objects of lust? How many girls are eve teased and raped in the name of Sheila, Munni, Jalebi bai and all the outrageous names the selfish money-centric film makers come up with?&lt;br /&gt;Its high time, that we strive to emancipate from the ingenuous films and bring out perfection for better forms of entertainment. So as I listen to the olden songs which glorified simplicity through colors of black and white, I pray to God for a better world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Chalte chalte mere yeh geet yaad rakhna&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi alvida na kehna&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi alvida na kehna&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;-Kishore Kumar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2191367960708695182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-welcomed-bollywood-to-feckless-rat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/2191367960708695182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/2191367960708695182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-welcomed-bollywood-to-feckless-rat.html' title='Who welcomed bollywood to the Feckless Rat-race?'/><author><name>Shweta D&#39;souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08303104320009148618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZAttHHj4Ro/Ty0xjFahlPI/AAAAAAAAABk/yrXOLYwIizE/s220/396309_3170264621395_1408874255_3341051_1644707849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616779594620404515.post-5329368553078707665</id><published>2012-02-05T03:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-09T20:49:58.540-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem"/><title type='text'>Love...a funny thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmXnd4ry27g/Ty5n8iRHIqI/AAAAAAAAACw/GBn2vNyhlyg/s1600/heart.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmXnd4ry27g/Ty5n8iRHIqI/AAAAAAAAACw/GBn2vNyhlyg/s320/heart.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plIuvgFRMgU/Ty5mmKiFOAI/AAAAAAAAACo/w2o2V85H9E0/s1600/IMG_20111223_203653.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Love Happened. Attraction happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Kisses happened. Something more happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;For pleasure is something insatiabale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So what is the power of these forces?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Opposite attract, similar repel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Twining around are my thoughts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;round and round and round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Like the spiral life in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Love happened, will something else happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5329368553078707665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/02/lovea-funny-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/5329368553078707665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/5329368553078707665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/02/lovea-funny-thing.html' title='Love...a funny thing.'/><author><name>Shweta D&#39;souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08303104320009148618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZAttHHj4Ro/Ty0xjFahlPI/AAAAAAAAABk/yrXOLYwIizE/s220/396309_3170264621395_1408874255_3341051_1644707849_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmXnd4ry27g/Ty5n8iRHIqI/AAAAAAAAACw/GBn2vNyhlyg/s72-c/heart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616779594620404515.post-7242743776086671753</id><published>2012-02-04T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-09T20:53:04.192-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advertisements"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Commercialization"/><title type='text'>Commercialization: where is it leading us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;The other day I happened to watch a documentary on how commercialization is dominating childhood globally. And after watching the documentary I realised that had said,&quot;I swear this happened when I was a kid!&quot; and &quot;I KNOW right?&quot; almost 5 times a minute. And then the second realisation was how all my childhood was wasted on nagging my parents to buy me barbie dolls and &#39;funky-cool&#39; things(which I never got).Oh and I remember how I relied on maggi as my favorite yummy snack after two hours of regular swimming at the age of 6(Ah, those were the days! :P) and the third realisation was that I LOVED the world of fantasy and I always wished I lived in one and then ended up feeling sad that it was real at all! Comes down to the question: do advertisements justify their promotion stunts on the context of &#39;creativity&#39;. And where has the wisdom of parents gone? We need to realise that the power of ads is somethings incomparable. For instance, here in India we say xerox for photocopy, maggie for noodles, coke for a cold drink, casio for a keyboard and the list can go on... yes coming back to parents... those who are busy thinking that buying them a product will make them quiet, your WRONG. And making them sit in front of the television to make them quite or distract them, good lord, you are very much WRONG!&amp;nbsp; Teenagers who might be reading this, seriously,&amp;nbsp; get this surfing on internet is my timepass out of your mind. There&#39;s a lot to explore and enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then Happy watching ads and blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uUU7cjfcdM&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uUU7cjfcdM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7242743776086671753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/02/commercialization-where-is-it-leading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/7242743776086671753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616779594620404515/posts/default/7242743776086671753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shweta-d.blogspot.com/2012/02/commercialization-where-is-it-leading.html' title='Commercialization: where is it leading us?'/><author><name>Shweta D&#39;souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08303104320009148618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZAttHHj4Ro/Ty0xjFahlPI/AAAAAAAAABk/yrXOLYwIizE/s220/396309_3170264621395_1408874255_3341051_1644707849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Kandivali West, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.212372907236 72.842359167846666</georss:point><georss:box>19.195944907235997 72.819861667846666 19.228800907236 72.864856667846666</georss:box></entry></feed>