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Some mysteries and puzzles of life just bedazzle you with the intensity they come with, you feel blinded yet awakened somewhere deep within. Finding a clearer view of what just flashed before your eyes takes a longer time sometimes. And a life time sometimes. I so wish to adjust my eyes to this kind of dazzle as soon as I can do, the universe has it's own plans though.&lt;br /&gt;
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Two years ago, when my prayers were answered and &lt;a href="http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2010/01/angel-has-been-called-home.html"&gt;my angel was called back&lt;/a&gt;, I was just puzzled by the timing. Deep in my heart I knew it was designed by my angel herself. She did not want her mama to be lonely ever, even on the dreaded day, so she ensured she will be surrounded by some friend's good wishes on the day and the next few days every year. No matter who remembers and who doesn't, who chickens out to talk to a lowly voice, there will be some oblivious voices chirpily wishing and uplifting her mama's spirits ....year after year, right at the time when she needs it the most.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her mama was puzzled, as it seemed like slipping into a dream or waking up from a dream suddenly. It was like we were holding water between our palms and it just trickled down when we woke up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to a have a recurrent dream in my childhood days that Santa or someone similar has given me something precious and I am holding it into my palm. Tightly secured, fearing I would loose it as soon I loosened the grip. Every time I would suspect it was a dream and that my fists would be empty when I wake up, yet I would keep my fist tightly closed to protect my gift. And every single time I would find my fist empty when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had the same feeling just 5 days after&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;that year...I was so possessive of her and she was gone in an instant and it felt like she slipped off my tight fist without my realising. Like I just woke up to a dream with empty hands, still feeling that touch on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;
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Puzzled,baffled...flummoxed.....just about the timing. The result, the day and the final moment was very much in my awareness but this timing was puzzling me really. It is opening up to me now, block by block as I understand what it is that she&amp;nbsp;wanted. She, my gift from God himself, wanted her mama to wish the world for a happy new year&amp;nbsp;every year.&lt;br /&gt;
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It just happened to me that I was feeling it hard to wish everyone on facebook or on my blogs or even through texting as I never want the wishes to be empty or fake. If it doesn't come from the heart it is not to be communicated for me. And it was not coming form the heart till now. I was even finding it tough to reply the wishes sent by dear friends. At the same time it came earlier than the&lt;a href="http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/01/wishing-you-all.html"&gt; last year on this occasion&lt;/a&gt;...... even though I am all alone at home this time, the husband being away for work.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then I realised that it would now come naturally to me as it used to be...wishing everybody honestly , heartfelt wishes.&lt;br /&gt;
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See me next year friends...my angel has done a miracle for me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Her mama is growing rows of flowers and sending you all&amp;nbsp;heartfelt&amp;nbsp;wishes for the year to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know your answer...you really can't know your brain ever in absolute terms. But we can all try and know more about how it works and how we can train it to work the way we want it to. I have always been into training my mind in order to sail through difficult waters, many people do that on a subconscious&amp;nbsp;level to&amp;nbsp;achieve&amp;nbsp;day to day goals and to scale new&amp;nbsp;heights&amp;nbsp;of success.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been a teacher for almost a decade and have experienced how you can make the kids learn things easily if you can make them visualise the forms they are being taught. If you are able to make a three&amp;nbsp;dimensional&amp;nbsp;picture in the young student's mind the lessons are imprinted in their mind for ever. Arousing the curiosity also works wonders with young minds when you are to teach them about a complex topic. We should let the creativity of young minds loose to make peace with the logic they are exposed to.&lt;br /&gt;
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As Dilip Mukherjea rightly says, "The ability to apply logic in our thinking is essential, But it should not dominate our mode of&amp;nbsp;operation&amp;nbsp;when the need of creativity beckons."&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I always keep looking for literature that talks about mind, brain and the infinite possibilities associated with this one gift of God to humankind ...that was the reason straight away showed interest in reviewing the book Building Brainpower by Dilip Mukerjea when &lt;a href="http://blogadda.com/"&gt;Blogadda&lt;/a&gt; informed the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human brain is such a bundle of miracles, with infinite ways to train it to perform in numerous ways. This is what I always have believed in, many of you do i know, for me it was more in a spiritual way during the last couple of years. The immense possibilities with the functioning of brain mesmerize me whenever i read about the way it works at the crossroads of it's synapses. The book introduces a layman about brain as an organ first, the parts I skipped reading as I have read those details with great interest in my student life and there was hardly anything new to know.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Brain mapping as a tool to train the mind is comparatively a new idea for me, especially the way it is explained in the book. Dilip Mukerjea has done some wonderful illustrations by himself to explain how one can map all the information about a particular subject with the help of a diagram using different colors and some images to help the brain remember every single detail. Receptivity of he brain can be enhanced many folds as the book says, 'Brain blooming' or 'Brain blossoming' are the new terms for 'Brain storming', quite literally. Through 'Brain blooming' more thoughts are generated and appropriately assessed.&lt;br /&gt;
Isn't that a wonderful thing to practice.&lt;br /&gt;
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The illustrations and the brain mapping techniques can be really helpful for students, parents and teachers and I think there should be workshops for teachers to train them how to use brain mapping as a tool in teaching. The book discusses how colors and doodles can help in the learning process as well as using key words when memorising a piece of information. In my experience, the doodles we make during lectures, the jokes the teachers cracks while teaching and even the music we listen during self studying helps the process of cementing the information in our brain. To be dug up later whenever required, or better to resurface by it's own whenever required.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reading is actually a dynamic process in which our brain converts symbols into ideas. How a string of words gets imprinted into the brain like a thought process, like an ideology for life or simple wisdom to live life. The book comes with some interesting anecdotes about the reading and memorising text, much for the students if they takes pains to read a hefty book &amp;nbsp;like this. It will be worth the pain for those who learn by memorising and for those who are learning in a training atmosphere, be it a school or a trainees camp. The book gets a little boring for self learners i must say.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, the book looks more like &amp;nbsp;an academic journal, might be scary to look at but keeps you engaged if you understand the working of brain as a constant firing of ideas and emotions. Understanding the brain makes the first part of book if you are interested to know the biology. There are some worksheet type&amp;nbsp;exercises in the last part of the book, which you might find boring again, but could be helpful for some kids and young students.&lt;br /&gt;
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A great book for those concerned with teaching and training. As i mentioned, more for teachers,parents and students in that order , knowing students need to be inspired by the teachers or parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dilip Mukherjea runs Buzon center at Singapore and has written many books on mind mapping, fast reading and memorising techniques etc., and this book includes almost every element required for a methodical learning. I wish the book was written in a more engaging way , I could read because I have interest in the process of making the brain more and more productive. Overall a good book I must say..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This review is a part of &lt;a href="http://blog.blogadda.com/2011/05/04/indian-bloggers-book-reviews"&gt;Indian bloggers book reviews program &lt;/a&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.blogadda.com/"&gt;blogadda&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. Participate now to get free books.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-3218556194587163697?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/gcV94CfTZDY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/gcV94CfTZDY/building-brain-powerturning-grey-matter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/12/building-brain-powerturning-grey-matter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-9097106468685856194</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 12:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-01T18:10:29.666+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">banaras</category><title>doors of the past...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Walking on the streets of Banaras is never a dull moment. A lot of chaos ... all kinds of people belonging to different centuries brush shoulders with each other and talk in different languages. Still understanding each other. Some&amp;nbsp;quadrupeds pushing through the human types or chasing them. We were walking towards &lt;a href="http://banaraskakhana.blogspot.com/2011/11/pizzeria-of-banarasone-of-best-pizzas.html"&gt;pizzeria &lt;/a&gt;one day when we saw a&amp;nbsp;foreigner running with his fancy running shoes on , with a steady speed meandering through the maze of all the centuries walking on the narrow lane. A dog got curious and started following him with a warning bark. That guy who was wearing smart looking running gear, stopped , bent down, picked up a stone and gestured to hit the dog ....The dog stopped , stepped back and the&amp;nbsp;foreigner&amp;nbsp;resumed his run.&lt;br /&gt;
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Both of us( Arvind and me) were smiling seeing this how each one on the road is conditioned to this kind of chaos and &amp;nbsp;everything goes on with a smooth precision.&lt;br /&gt;
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I found this door on the same street which leads to Assi ghat starting from Nagwa , where we saw the dog chase ...there is something to stop and gaze every few steps .... or I am an eternal romantic....who knows better :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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Many&amp;nbsp;foreigners&amp;nbsp;live in this side of the town as they come and settle down for studies and for spiritual reasons too. My favorite&amp;nbsp;authors&lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/url?sa=t&amp;amp;rct=j&amp;amp;q=robert%20pirsig&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CCYQFjAA&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FRobert_M._Pirsig&amp;amp;ei=LW_XTuSbJMHtrQeFkrntDQ&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNGrf888T7LHtKEpvD_oKWIiidkjkw&amp;amp;sig2=YIdBVtsHWpUNlE4VipoasA"&gt; Robert Pirsig&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.inezbaranay.com/"&gt;Inez Baraney&lt;/a&gt; have lived and walked in these streets of Banaras and i feel a connect when i read&amp;nbsp;their stories.&amp;nbsp;Many of the&amp;nbsp;Hindi laureates have lived in this city and&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;stories are full of life, a timelessness is what i witness in&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;works. This city and it's streets are timeless. Modern and ancient exist together and meld together like they were born here... together.&lt;br /&gt;
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This interesting door was closed and looked like as if the building is abandoned. But i saw one of the doors ajar when we were&amp;nbsp;walking&amp;nbsp;back from &lt;a href="http://banaraskakhana.blogspot.com/2011/11/pizzeria-of-banarasone-of-best-pizzas.html"&gt;pizzeria &lt;/a&gt;. Someone certainly lives inside this historical looking home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a sliding iron gate inside this frail damaged yet strong old wooden door to indicate someone has made it habitable for a modern life. Or a life hung between centuries.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or a timeless life.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the feeling i always get whenever i visit the areas around the ghats... there is a certain rhythm in the life in this place which cannot be explained in words. You have to spend an evening on the ghats of&amp;nbsp;Ganges to experience that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Doors is the topic of today's &lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt;Thursday challenge&lt;/a&gt; and when i saw it on &lt;a href="http://mannbikram.wordpress.com/"&gt;Bikram's&lt;/a&gt; blog i was just reminded of this old wooden door from a timeless street in Banaras.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really want to visit many more old cities of India as the few i have visited till now seem to be having the same kind of soul. A sense of belonging , a sense of being connected and a sense of walking through the same doors we get in such cities...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-9097106468685856194?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/P6Fd0yoKAmc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/P6Fd0yoKAmc/doors-of-past.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qTSrUOvo0Q/TtdmDTAlOYI/AAAAAAAAJG4/I94ZyW1SS8k/s72-c/DSC03884.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/12/doors-of-past.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-7617235337836660198</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-04T17:50:17.612+05:30</atom:updated><title>worship them but don't have them...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Some&amp;nbsp;Hindu&amp;nbsp;mythology terms used in the text...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kanjka&lt;/b&gt; ...a name given to the young girl avatar of the&amp;nbsp;goddess&amp;nbsp;Durga.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Devi&lt;/b&gt; ... goddess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pooja &lt;/b&gt;...worship.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halwa poori and chana &lt;/b&gt;...the traditional dishes made as an offering to the Godess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maha astami&lt;/b&gt; ...a auspicious date in hindu calender&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Navratra&lt;/b&gt;...a nine day period in hindu calender when Godess Durga is considered to visit the worldly ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The day of maha ashtami during Navratra is considered special for&amp;nbsp;worshiping&amp;nbsp;the kanya roop (young girl avatar) of the&amp;nbsp;Devi. Young girls from all over the&amp;nbsp;neighborhood&amp;nbsp;are invited and&amp;nbsp;worshiped, their feet are washed and they are seated on a decorated place and offered the traditional halwa poori and chana. They are&amp;nbsp;worshiped&amp;nbsp;like any other God, in this case&amp;nbsp;Devi&amp;nbsp;(goddess). In the northern parts of India, young girls are called Kanjka on this day, Kanjka is the name given for the young girl avatar of the&amp;nbsp;Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;
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I witnessed something very obvious which has happened in our society recently. Still it remains oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;
Early in the morning i saw a middle aged lady searching for kanjkas in the neighborhood and muttering how there are no kanjakas 'available' these days.&lt;br /&gt;
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What i see in my neighborhood is that people call the daughters of maids and other workers to perform this pooja which is considered to bring good luck and prosperity (all kinds of&amp;nbsp;worshiping&amp;nbsp;is done with a sole purpose), the maids bring a group of young girls with them, often all the young girls from their locality, and they visit the apartments one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now , don't get me wrong as i do not have anything against feeding these young girls(from slums) and offering them some gifts on this occasion. I myself used to invite many of my friend's daughters and some maids' daughters (and sons too) for maha ashtami pooja some years ago and it used to be a great picnic for all the kids. For me it used to be a nice get together of kids which my daughter also enjoyed and many kids would refuse to go home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would come to what came upon me today seeing that middle aged woman asking for the kanjkas &amp;nbsp;.... &lt;i&gt;Aajkal kanjkan milti hi nahi hain (&lt;/i&gt; these kanjakas are not available these days&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;... I was reminded of a day when i overheard this lady advising another younger pregnant lady , asking weather she has got the 'tests' done. She was saying ...&lt;i&gt;hamare zamaane me to ye test hote nahi the to humne kuchh nahi kiya, ab toh mauka hai , beta hi kar lo &lt;/i&gt;.....(these tests were not available in our times but now you should try for a son as there are options).....A quick flash back flickered before my eyes and i have been thinking about the morals we have as a society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Incidentally , the trade and practice of sex determination and preferential abortions has picked up in the last decade only , may be a little earlier Although there were other practices like killing the girl child after birth in some parts of the country but this particular 'sex determination test' thing has made it more convenient for the people who think that aborting a female foetus is not murder and there is nothing wrong in doing that. I will talk about this mind set a little later, but this sudden unavailability of kanjakas (young girls during navaratra) is a recent phenomenon. I guess girls aged below 10 would be even lesser in numbers than the already skewed gender ratio.&lt;br /&gt;
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Interestingly , the gender ratio doesn't seem to be affected amongst the slum dwellers . Is it due to the unavailability of means for them or&amp;nbsp;ignorance&amp;nbsp;of such 'divine facilities'. Or it is due to the fact that their social fabric is different from the mainstream society . The woman is often the sole bread earner and worker by all means. Or just more working hands irrespective of gender. They seems to be the providers of Kanjkas of maha ashtami for a long time to come. Idols for worships come from the most unlikely places and go back to the oblivious life they live.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How the same people who worship the kanjakas whole heartedly are the same people who advocate those 'tests' and advice young couples to abort a female foetus . Isn't that shocking? I wouldn't be&amp;nbsp;surprised&amp;nbsp;to see the couple who chose to abort a female foetus , inviting young girls and&amp;nbsp;worshiping&amp;nbsp;them for the prosperity they thought their own daughter would have hindered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am talking of my own experience...&lt;br /&gt;
I have seen people of my generation (earlier i used to think our generation is the one who would bring change)&lt;br /&gt;
justifying sex determination and female foeticide. It was numb shocking for me to see a friend of mine whose family includes 4 doctors and a lawyer, choose to abort a female foetus...which would have been her second daughter. Yes, i am ashamed of that friend of mine. It was even more shameful when she tried to convince me how there is no life in the foetus till.....&lt;br /&gt;
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I will tell you something even more shocking. This was a person who used to talk like an activist, talking about women's rights all the time in our college days and rebelling against every restriction she thought society is putting on women. The question is , how these people turn deaf and dumb when it's their turn to act. They want everything from the society, condemn the society when their own conveniences are denied and bend the moralities in their own favor whenever required , for their own convenience. Are we a nation of self centered people? Pointing a finger to others when norms are inconvenient for us and keeping our eyes shut when we ourselves do a crime....&lt;br /&gt;
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And we worship the kanjka.....&lt;br /&gt;
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And i question the activist types more.....just because i have seen more fake activists in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do we use activism as a means to make the societal fabric convenient for ourselves only ?&lt;br /&gt;
Do we work from our own side to make the societal structure conducive for overall growth , including equal rights for women and children and for other people deprived of human rights?&lt;br /&gt;
Do we know that demanding for equal rights and working for equal rights could be more result oriented if we would have worked for self empowerment and awareness (i would call it awakening) ?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I was just thinking if today being maha ashtami , some people might have performed this pooja first thing in the morning and went on to do this business of sex selection as their 'job' .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Or in some family the discussions of aborting a female foetus might have been hush hushed just for today or they might have gone ahead with&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;plans after performing the pooja at home...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am wondering.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-7617235337836660198?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/PM7e2UMh4Ss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/PM7e2UMh4Ss/worship-them-but-dont-have-them.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/10/worship-them-but-dont-have-them.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-7476940009232021996</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-21T22:34:13.409+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><title>For those who want to know....</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Why the Himalayas and what made me try this .....&lt;br /&gt;
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Considering it was such an exhaustive cycling expedition and i am no cycling expert I was very reluctant initially, to talk the nitty-gritty of it.. True that i like doing so many different things , some of them very enthusiastically but i end up being an average performer. Not that i regret being an average performer, but an average performer is not the best person to tell the stories of how to do things. An average performer can just tell how to plunge into something even when you don't really want to win. How wanting to do something can be a winning feeling. And more than winning the battle or reaching the destination , the journey can be a test of your limits too. Average performers learn to be contented even when they take breaks and are clubbed with the laggards. At the same time you, as an average performer, overcome the odds and 'stay there' even when the difficulties seem to take your spirits off your mind . All said, after seeing so many excellent performers zip zapping past me, i think i can tell what i didn't have. Years of practiced stamina, that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lung_volumes"&gt;tidal volume&lt;/a&gt; they had. But still i could cycle , at my own pace and cover unbelievably long distances ...racing was not on my mind anyways.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I knew i had very limited time and still i wanted to give it a chance, that could make it more&amp;nbsp;interesting&amp;nbsp;for the people who want to know how i prepared for an extraordinary cycling expedition like this ...a couch potato&amp;nbsp;sprouting&amp;nbsp;legs to peddle and expanding lungs to inhale....:) It was unbelievable for me too...&lt;br /&gt;
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There was much more i learnt during this apart from cycling fundas and performance-fitness strategies.....And here i am , a reluctant learner ...sharing my journey with you. I&amp;nbsp;realized that a basic threshold of fitness was required of course, but there was much more to it.....&lt;br /&gt;
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I would&amp;nbsp;quote&amp;nbsp;a discussion i was having with one of the organizers travelling with us on the expedition . This gentleman was complaining about how the newbies and&amp;nbsp;amateurs&amp;nbsp;are not suitable for this kind of torturous cycling event , he told me he was disappointed and even angry to know that someone has just learned cycling for 15 days and has come for this expedition. I asked him what if the girl in question was fit enough to pull it off as this journey was more than just cycling as i felt. He shrugged and gave a half smile , let's see ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Needless to say , the lady in question was a 43 year old yoga teacher and she cycled so well till the end. I met another woman who learnt cycling just for this event and did very well with good energy level throughout the expedition. This woman is a doctor and had traversed the same route on a motorbike 4 years back and that time she had learnt to drive a bike just for that . Indicative of the fact that it's not the vehicle you choose to go there , it's your personal grit against adversities and love for nature combined which takes you through the most&amp;nbsp;treacherous&amp;nbsp;roads of the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having said that, almost all the girls i am i touch with, feel that there were times when they thought why did they decide to go for it , The tough uphills , scorching sun and declining &lt;a href="http://www.brooksidepress.org/Products/OperationalMedicine/DATA/operationalmed/Lab/ABG_ArterialBloodGas.htm#PO2"&gt;pO2&lt;/a&gt; ...it was an extreme concoction.You need to carry your own water with you and many of us didn't have the &lt;a href="http://www.ebags.com/product/camelbak/charge-240-70-oz/207863?productid=10119663"&gt;camelback&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;hydration packs, most of us used to carry 2 liters of water , our bottles tucked into the clamps and yet we needed to refill the bottles a few times. A dry mouth , breathless lungs and oxygen deprived muscles , all of that could be a recipe to disaster. The muscles and joints can get injured very easily if not warmed up properly before starting , can you imagine there was hardly time to warm up before we started our daily spin?&lt;br /&gt;
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Your muscles need to be warm to perform well and your joints need to be warm too before starting and imagine after a night in the tents , often sleepless , a reluctant visit to the open air or pit toilets , quick brushing and a quicker breakfast ...repacking your bags and loading them into the truck and getting your gear ready for the daily&amp;nbsp;pedaling. This was in such contrast with our daily workouts,with proper warm ups-working out in the luxury of abundant oxygen-proper fluid intake-and then a relaxed cool down session. And REST . There was practically no rest between those long hours of cycling daily.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was getting more and more difficult daily and as soon as we reached Sarchu , many of us required Oxygen and one of the participant was recorded with a &lt;a href="http://www.brooksidepress.org/Products/OperationalMedicine/DATA/operationalmed/Lab/ABG_ArterialBloodGas.htm#PO2"&gt;pO2&lt;/a&gt; of 40% ( normal value is 80-100%) A very handsome doctor treated us at Sarchu army hospital BTW... It was so heartening to see the participants getting up and getting ready to cycle again, and no , it was not because of the handsome doctor, it was what they had come for, to challenge their own body and mind. Many participants required the services of the accompanying&amp;nbsp;ambulance and started with the cycles as soon as they felt better.&amp;nbsp;It was the place to see a bundle of highly motivated people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Was i really ready for such a tough task of my life? Not really . Not when i got to know about it through &lt;a href="http://indianhomemaker.wordpress.com/"&gt;IHM&lt;/a&gt;.I was really very uneasy about my fitness levels and whatever i could do in the two and a half months i got for my preparations for this event. Needless to say, i started spinning on my standing bike the day i decided to go. I was very reluctant because of my long years of being a couch potato when IHM asked me for the first time. It was after a long telephonic chat with her friend Anita Rao, who is also one of the organizers, that i decided i should go. She is one great motivating person and i fell in love with her from day one.&lt;br /&gt;
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The feeling to challenge myself had awakened . Then came the wanting to get back to my fit days. I had seen many mental challenges during the past years and&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;time i wanted to challenge&amp;nbsp;myself&amp;nbsp;on a different turf.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay , so this old standing bike was dusted and pulled up in the middle of my dining space and thus started my 5-10 minutes of spinning after every hour or so. Being breathless in the first few days and then getting my breath back as the day passed , i started doing my pranayam and yoga stretches too for one and a half hours in the morning. Do i need to say i started feeling a lot better on energy level front. It was not difficult to cycle 50-60 kms a day almost daily, sometimes even more. It was later to be revealed that in the mountains, this much energy was to be exhausted in just 30 kms and we would need to push more every single day.&lt;br /&gt;
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How fit i was before this expedition?&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to do an hour of morning walk cum bird watching in the morning earlier , with a good session of gardening (read handling the hoe and repeated squatting , weeding etc. , getting myself dirty in the process) once a week at least. A few yoga stretches now and then and some ten minute sessions of pranayam thrown in time to time. My standing bike was&amp;nbsp;masquerading&amp;nbsp;a hanger in a corner all these years , now it was time to place my butt on it . And what a discovery it was , i never knew cycling for long hours can give you serious butt issues to deal with. I realized i needed some basic equipment for cycling. A gel padded saddle cover and a gel and&amp;nbsp;chamois&amp;nbsp;padded cycling pants were bought and started my cycling practice , mostly within the confines of my home. Delhi roads are scary for a cyclist and i didn't want to buy a cycle till i was sure i would continue cycling , and i am still not sure of it :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I did cycling on the roads too , some 3-4 days for 2-3 hours each day . It was on a borrowed racing bike which was more than 30 years old and gave me knee pain because of it's chain being faulty and other issues i could not diagnose. Some knee specific stretches were included to protect my precious knees . All of these exercises were self motivated and found on the internet thanks to the age of google. I was not in a mood to go out of my home much and to invest too much into it for some reasons .Somehow i still wanted to be in my comfort zone probably while preparing and yet i had to go out and challenge myself with all my grit i thought i had...how this affinity to my comfort zone was challenged you already know :)&lt;br /&gt;
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A great deal of online research led to discoveries of good stretching techniques , cycling equipment and packing essentials. It helped a lot. Being a beginner and a first timer i was curious to know more about the other people who were going for this expedition ,i made a facebook group to interact with people who were going on this prestigious expedition. We shared our exercise regimes and lists of packing essentials, tips were exchanged about what kind of padding in the cycling pants were suitable for us. Turned out that the chamois padding is better for long duration cycling expedition like ours. Some home remedies for joint pains and mountain sickness were exchanged and travel plans were finalized. The bus we boarded from Delhi, turned out to be a college excursion like experience as there were 16 cyclists from our group and 3 Australian cyclists who were carrying their own cycles in the boot of the bus. Interestingly those Australian cyclists were planning to cycle from manali to spiti valley and then move on to srinagar but seeing and knowing about our group prompted them to cycle till khardung la , we used to meet them every day. They probably proceeded towards srinagar after that.&lt;br /&gt;
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The expedition was a huge learning experience, discovering myself a bit more and discovering people around me a little bit more too. Being with the most natural elements of nature comes with a lot of surprises and a lot of spiritual moments , a lot of introspection in a human mind . Feeling like being just a speck of dirt on the face of Earth and still having a place of my own and a consigned work of my own.&lt;br /&gt;
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On a lighter note , there were many villagers we found till Keylong , who asked where we were going. After knowing we were going to Khardung la , many of the girls were asked why we are going on cycles .....&lt;br /&gt;
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This kid came to me asking to be photographed and wanted to see how he looks in the camera. His father asked me where we were going and why on bicycles. How some questions are tough to answer and we have to look away with a smile :)&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This cute kid wanted a bicycle and wanted mine , i made a false promise to come back to him.....How we make false promises to kids . I had to say similar things to many kids we found during the Kullu to Solang nala via Manali ride,&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;was our first day of cycling and we found many slate roof houses and many women and children walking past the roadside , that day was the happiest day of cycling , if i forget making false promises to those innocent kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not for those false promises i made , but i want to go there again for sure.....my soul is craving for it....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-7476940009232021996?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/FKb4YTZ7DvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/FKb4YTZ7DvM/for-those-who-want-to-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WPKwn1cp8-8/Tnm-ZbqVK6I/AAAAAAAAIis/fmAP-Dby5mg/s72-c/DSC02837.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-those-who-want-to-know.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-6826108599979724246</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2011 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-06T23:17:02.665+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">himalayas</category><title>The Himalayas conspired ....</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Home cooked comfort food , lots of sleep and my own comfortable bed with a back support mattress is the ulterior form of&amp;nbsp;luxury&amp;nbsp;i am relishing these days. For the last few days since i returned from the most crazy trip i ever had. Yesterday was the first day when i didn't feel sleepy during the daytime.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized i am loving my home all the more after this exhausting detour i took to confirm my sane state of mind.I also realized that i am the mad variety trying to sound saner....and yet i like it when my folks call me mad.This mad woman felt really bad when she had to leave the expedition halfway for someone else's reasons &amp;nbsp;, found difficult to calm down her spirits and yet knew that when the superior powers conspire we just have to take a back seat.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was talking about coming home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, i loved and relished the adventure and loving my home even more now. A mad mad mind trying to sound saner and calmer.... You wouldn't believe i was feeling equally at home in the&amp;nbsp;Himalayas too , till the treeline lasted at around 11000 ft. After that it was a different story . A&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;planet it looked like....it was&amp;nbsp;magnanimously&amp;nbsp;beautiful but i didn't feel at home. The monochrome of grey and brown was blinding in it's vastness and still there was a feeling of emptiness .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I felt&amp;nbsp;enamored&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp; this emptiness experienced in a stone age like civilization where one could see a whole lot of naturally carved stone figurines as if they are waiting for you to come . As if they would come alive any moment and have a chit chat with you , or at least give a glimpse of what they actually are.&lt;br /&gt;
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As if a story is about to unfold in the silence of a dark&amp;nbsp;theater&amp;nbsp;...&lt;br /&gt;
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All of these theatrical appearances were great distractions for a cyclist . A cyclist has to focus on the road , on the uphill and one the rhythm . This rhythm and pace of cycling are a concern if you are a novice like me.&amp;nbsp;I enjoyed cycling in the mountains , although it was tough for a first timer . I liked the way i could cycle long distances in the mountains and still feel fresh most of the days . Altitude sickness took it's toll later on but in the lap of such untouched unspoiled nature it doesn't take long before you feel refreshed again. A nature lover like me was more and more enthralled by the beauty that was waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was awe inspiring to see life springing out in the most harsh conditions , in the most unlikely surfaces. I couldn't stop myself from getting distracted in many places , not worrying about getting late and loosing my rhythm i stopped by many flowers to say hello ...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;A spore born in the lap of sunny florets&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;is blown away by chilly winds&lt;br /&gt;
to be thrown into the face of intemperate stone&lt;br /&gt;
into the deep crevices of weathered rocks&lt;br /&gt;
puckered , tunneled , cracked and torn !!!&lt;br /&gt;
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The spore chooses a&amp;nbsp;niche&lt;br /&gt;
and dissolves the hard interiors of the rock&lt;br /&gt;
bit by bit , one after another molecule&lt;br /&gt;
and then it extends an appendage&lt;br /&gt;
to capture the world !!!&lt;br /&gt;
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It grows and grows into the labyrinths&lt;br /&gt;
of the abrasive and scratchy, rocky mountains&lt;br /&gt;
takes some time underground , silently&lt;br /&gt;
to collect the resources to&amp;nbsp;evoke&amp;nbsp;an inner eye&lt;br /&gt;
"inner growth" !!!&lt;br /&gt;
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And then comes the time to open a window&lt;br /&gt;
peep out and say hello to the wind&lt;br /&gt;
take the showers and sunshine&lt;br /&gt;
sprout the heads ... many heads&lt;br /&gt;
and splash the colors !!!&lt;br /&gt;
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It flourishes , grows out into leaves&lt;br /&gt;
and then flowers and then makes more spores&lt;br /&gt;
bursting with life , to conquer the world&lt;br /&gt;
Then it adorns the window of&amp;nbsp;it's own sweet home&lt;br /&gt;
and gets ready to say hello to me&amp;nbsp;when i pass by !!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder how much time the spore took&lt;br /&gt;
inside the dark labyrinthus crevices of the rock&lt;br /&gt;
to grow into such a vibrant composition&lt;br /&gt;
to sing such a lovely song&lt;br /&gt;
to wave such a lively hello for me !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;More stories of the Himalayas to follow and more smiles to be shared.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Thank you all who wished me good luck for the expedition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Be well !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-6826108599979724246?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/Pcd14QjbHkA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/Pcd14QjbHkA/himalayas-conspired.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62AZHONFU8I/TmZXictti7I/AAAAAAAAIZ0/Yq3h9n9L4Ew/s72-c/DSC02996.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/09/himalayas-conspired.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-6758419973721252912</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2011 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-05T23:12:31.996+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birds</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birdwatch</category><title>want some healthy snacks?</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;With apologies for a long absence , here are some good ideas for healthy snacking.&lt;br /&gt;
Snacking as the birds do in my garden . And inspire me all the more.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can see a bird all right but there is some dry fruit which has lured this green chatterbox to this branch.&lt;br /&gt;
Those dry drumstick pods are bursting with nutritious food , the dry seeds which the squirrels and other birds too find nutritious . They instinctively know what is good for them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This was a couple who came chattering loudly and i walked to the window to see what is so special that they are chattering this much. I was talking on phone and went to fetch the camera and the other one flew away probably carrying some of the seeds to her young ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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I kept talking on the phone and clicked some pictures . Truly a multi tasker :) ...but multitasking results in two jobs done poorly ...see what happened to these&amp;nbsp;pictures...&lt;br /&gt;
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And see how this guy descends down the pod to pick at the seeds.... I have been watching this routine for a long time now but never have been able to take decent pictures...&lt;br /&gt;
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This time i decided to share them anyways . The pleasure of watching them eating like this had to be shared .&lt;br /&gt;
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Perching on the stalk of the pod and stretching his neck to reach the seeds down there...&lt;br /&gt;
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Gulping down one seed....&lt;br /&gt;
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And then picking another...&lt;br /&gt;
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Digging in some more...&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming up to balance...what a difficult job...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Starting again....digging some more...&lt;br /&gt;
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Picking with a different angle now...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kwicylEueo/TjwZiotxNuI/AAAAAAAAIYk/d_hhw1TdeOg/s1600/DSC02405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kwicylEueo/TjwZiotxNuI/AAAAAAAAIYk/d_hhw1TdeOg/s640/DSC02405.JPG" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Learnt a thing or two from baba Ramdev ?&lt;br /&gt;
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A satisfied , contented gait...&lt;br /&gt;
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Has somebody been watching?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now ready to fly ... and fly he did....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And i continued with my telephonic chat . The phone was on speaker , placed on the window sill while i was&amp;nbsp;clicking&amp;nbsp;all these pictures...&lt;br /&gt;
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Long chats on phone to plan our trip to the great&amp;nbsp;Himalayas . The highest passes of the Himalayas .&lt;br /&gt;
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A group of 100 women is all set out to cycle through the highest passes , cycling from Kullu to Kardung La and then back to Leh . I am a part of this group and need a lot of healthy snacking these days...just like this Rose Ringed Parakeet...and i need to be chirpy just like them...&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking a lesson from them and getting ready. Can i ask for good wishes ? Please do pray for good weather over there and good health for me all through this expedition.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-6758419973721252912?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/vW-pcdLCv_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/vW-pcdLCv_Y/want-some-healthy-snacks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3R_Zl0IUFpQ/TjwZSjskEPI/AAAAAAAAIXw/UF8TCE08NSs/s72-c/DSC02411.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/08/want-some-healthy-snacks.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-4881907714340535683</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-12T13:38:12.516+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birds</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birdwatch</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garden</category><title>Olive back sunbird ... snacking on some healthy things...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lwuz-KzGQ4M/ThvnbmhgQqI/AAAAAAAAHu0/Xe7lfkX-LSI/s1600/DSC00450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="606" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lwuz-KzGQ4M/ThvnbmhgQqI/AAAAAAAAHu0/Xe7lfkX-LSI/s640/DSC00450.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Drumstick flowers are super food of the common man . Rich in nutrients needed for good bones and skeletal system . Birds need that too and they know where to look for some healthy food. They come to the garden of a health food blogger :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Her yellow breast finds a great camouflage with that color of the drumstick flowers. This picture was taken a couple of months back . The health food blogger is a lazy person when it comes to the things that make her happy .&lt;br /&gt;
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Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;
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But she is working hard these days making her bones stronger :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking through the pictures this bird reminded me to go pluck some drumstick leaves and use it for a nice daal or egg scramble.&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't she cute ?&lt;br /&gt;
Does she inspire you to eat healthy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-4881907714340535683?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/DJCj-hIBe78" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/DJCj-hIBe78/olive-back-sunbird-snacking-on-some.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lwuz-KzGQ4M/ThvnbmhgQqI/AAAAAAAAHu0/Xe7lfkX-LSI/s72-c/DSC00450.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/07/olive-back-sunbird-snacking-on-some.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-6636141992175911265</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2011 10:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-27T16:28:15.772+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birds</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birdwatch</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garden</category><title>brown headed barbet drinking water ...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OTuNUhEOxoc/Td9-WAcISdI/AAAAAAAAHRI/gmR9ckMntDo/s1600/DSC00362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="540" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OTuNUhEOxoc/Td9-WAcISdI/AAAAAAAAHRI/gmR9ckMntDo/s640/DSC00362.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They are feasting on the small green jamun berries in the garden and in the neighborhood gardens too but this one must have been really thirsty to come down to have a sip of water even when i was standing at some distance...otherwise i have noticed , they are very shy...The triangular rock in the rack garden set up looks like a resting place for all birds .... &lt;br /&gt;
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But this barbet descended down to the bird bath quickly , had his fill , looked at me ....see how he looks at me...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And retreated quickly .... to the same bunch of jamuns hanging there....&lt;br /&gt;
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My gypsy garden looks like a blessed place. So many different birds keep visiting this place and fill my life with excitement . So many small birds keep chirping all day , Oriental white eyes , Tailor birds and Sun birds make such sweet calls that not a single moment is a silent moment . The frequent calls by these different birds make the flute notes of the symphony nature plays in my gypsy garden .&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes i really think if this garden was a perfectly laid out , geometrically sectioned beds of flowers and green grass looking at each other with admiration .... may be these little birds would have felt alienated here and would never have felt so at home . I feel so good at the thought of of creating this little rock garden for them , it was a lazy day last year when i thought of using all the stones lying around in a way to make them look good . Almost like rearranging the scattered pebbles of my own being. This rock garden was adorned with some cute ceramic pots of cacti , but soon i realized that the lemon tree above this miniature rock garden did not allow enough sunlight for the cacti and i planted some shade loving evergreens there. A couple of bird baths attract a good number of visitors everyday during summers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I keep watching and clicking all sorts of smaller birds and squirrels in this place but these large birds made me really curious . I searched and found that they could be Grey Francolins (&lt;i&gt;Francolinus pondicerianus) &lt;/i&gt;also called as Grey Partridges&amp;nbsp; .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The Teetar birds of India , very popular as game birds and much revered for their beauty . I showed these pictures to my house help and she also confirmed , people who have seen rural life and have been closer to jungles know so much more about animal life and birds....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This couple comes to my garden and loves sitting in the lower branches of the lemon tree and the grapefruit tree , the shrubby kind of foliage that they like for themselves .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;And to my surprise and great pleasure they spend a good amount of time resting here . Probably because they get some termites there .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I am hopeful about their nesting around this place. See how they keep their beak open almost all the time and the shrilly call they make for the partner is so nice to hear . They always tell about their arrival in the garden. &lt;br /&gt;
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First they always get perched on the lemon branches , then inquire around the place , look towards the bird bath a few times and then descend down and sit over the peak of the triangular rock....see how this one is keeping his head in shade....&lt;br /&gt;
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Looks around and sits on the bird bath to have his fill . The lonely Foot ball lily (Haemanthus Multiflorus) gets it's fifteen minutes of fame through this lovely Grey Francolin . I got only one bloom this year , this one was planted in this spot years ago and this time it decided to bloom . The potted ones remained silent this time.&lt;br /&gt;
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These Grey Francolins eat the small termites (our garden has many) and they like drinking water from the bird bath many times during the day . Also they are not disturbed by my presence . They allow me to come quite close to them .&lt;br /&gt;
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How beautiful is the plumage . I like the red eyes and the brownish glint on the scalp and around the eye...John Lockwood Kipling , Rudyard Kipling's father wrote of these Partridges , about how beautiful they are...especially the plumage..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;The creature follows its master with a rapid and pretty gait that  suggests a graceful girl tripping along with a full skirt well held up.  The Indian lover can pay his sweetheart no higher compliment than to say  she runs like a partridge. In poetry the semblance is one of best  hackneyed of Indian metaphors. In poetry, too, the partridge is  associated with the moon, and, like the lotus, is supposed to be  perpetually longing for it, while the chikore is said to eat fire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_Francolin"&gt;&amp;nbsp;( source wikipedia)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here comes the other one ( the second picture from the top is also of this individual ) who looks smaller and a bit darker . Plumage and beak both are darker than the first one from top...&lt;br /&gt;
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The size is smaller too . I still do not know which one is the female , or male . I would be glad if someone tells me more about them.&lt;br /&gt;
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These two pictures are shot in different lights but the difference in the birds is clear enough ...see the next one who looks bigger and has a lighter colored plumage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;See how this one is drinking water while few of the droplets are suspended into the air , glistening in light....a moment caught by chance ...but so beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A few ripples in the bird bath , and the bird looking contented . As I type this i heard them tweeting again in the garden , went down to watch and click a few more pictures . They look so comfortable in my presence i feel glad .&lt;br /&gt;
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The theme for Thursday challenge this week is&amp;nbsp; "WET" (Rain, Puddles, Water,...) ..&lt;br /&gt;
I saw a post by &lt;a href="http://thesongoflife.wordpress.com/2011/05/26/thursday-challenge-17-post24/"&gt;Swaram&lt;/a&gt; right now and decided to link this one to the challenge as i have been missing the pleasure for many weeks now...The bird bath and this Grey Francolin drinking water make a nice picture for the theme this week ...off this goes to &lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt;Thursday Challenge&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;
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No wonder the steps are stone&lt;br /&gt;
pink, dark, wet, cold and warm&lt;br /&gt;
but stone....&lt;br /&gt;
The river flows fast&lt;br /&gt;
really fast&lt;br /&gt;
waves up and down&lt;br /&gt;
billowing one after the other&lt;br /&gt;
in quick succession&lt;br /&gt;
racing with each other&lt;br /&gt;
to reach the undecided destination&lt;br /&gt;
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They wet the stone&lt;br /&gt;
splash over it&lt;br /&gt;
lovingly...&lt;br /&gt;
The stone embraces them&lt;br /&gt;
just for a moment&lt;br /&gt;
they slow down during this embrace&lt;br /&gt;
and envelop over the stone&lt;br /&gt;
wetting it , getting it ...&lt;br /&gt;
and then&lt;br /&gt;
they just leave...&lt;br /&gt;
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The stone remains wet&lt;br /&gt;
for a while&lt;br /&gt;
yearning for the lost embrace&lt;br /&gt;
for the wet kiss&lt;br /&gt;
and for the cold comfort ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Then another wave comes&lt;br /&gt;
billowing , rolling , flowing&lt;br /&gt;
in it's own , new way&lt;br /&gt;
as if to rest here for a while...&lt;br /&gt;
but this one came again&lt;br /&gt;
not to stay ...&lt;br /&gt;
just for that quick embrace&lt;br /&gt;
the wet kiss ritual&lt;br /&gt;
and a low departure...&lt;br /&gt;
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The stone is eager again&lt;br /&gt;
for the kiss , for the embrace&lt;br /&gt;
and for the cold comfort&lt;br /&gt;
not thinking&lt;br /&gt;
that this one&lt;br /&gt;
will pass on too...&lt;br /&gt;
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The stone lay there&lt;br /&gt;
after a quite farewell &lt;br /&gt;
still with controlled emotions&lt;br /&gt;
being wet and cold&lt;br /&gt;
embracing all those waves&lt;br /&gt;
that come....&lt;br /&gt;
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Waving all those&lt;br /&gt;
who don't keep their promise&lt;br /&gt;
and pass by&lt;br /&gt;
teasing the stone...&lt;br /&gt;
racing towards&lt;br /&gt;
the destination&lt;br /&gt;
they don't yet know....&lt;br /&gt;
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Now i know why the steps are stone...&lt;br /&gt;
they have to be there for ever&lt;br /&gt;
to welcome all those&lt;br /&gt;
who are destined to go away&lt;br /&gt;
to welcome all those&lt;br /&gt;
who never keep their promise ...&lt;br /&gt;
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The stone is still pink&lt;br /&gt;
dark , wet , cold and warm..&lt;br /&gt;
welcoming the sparkle...&lt;br /&gt;
The sparkle..&lt;br /&gt;
which is going to vanish &lt;br /&gt;
the next moment...&lt;br /&gt;
The sparkle ...&lt;br /&gt;
which will be missed&lt;br /&gt;
for eternity...&lt;br /&gt;
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I examined the nest while the birdie sat here...looking at me with the corner of his eyes...&lt;br /&gt;
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Another one comes to the drumstick tree in my garden . Probably picks up worms, i don't think barbets eat flowers or pollen or nectar ....but hey now i know they eat small fruits...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Their movements are very swift , not like pigeons . Pigeons are clumsy and make sloppy sounds when they take off or set their feet somewhere....Barbets are swift and quick....&lt;br /&gt;
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See how this one is calling out loud to someone ...or they make this gesture to sense something ... as i see them opening the beak wide and pointing upwards ... the call is not very loud and no other bird seems to come after that.... as with bulbuls you see the other one coming as soon as one sends a call...&lt;br /&gt;
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Calling again....or just opening up his sensors ?&lt;br /&gt;
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I have mostly seen the barbets alone . Even around the nest i didn't notice any family though do not stay there for long...studying their behavior and knowing more about them is so intriguing . The more you get to know the more you want to know...&lt;br /&gt;
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A family of Babblers was teaching a young chick flying in the evening today and it was pure joy watching them . The kido looked like a lazy dumb who wouldn't listen to the parents . He got himself perched on the Ashwagandha plant in my backyard and that is when i thought of clicking some pictures . Will share some pictures but i am worried about the kido now after about 6 hours of this sighting . The chick is still sitting on the same branch of the Ashwagandha plant and is not moving , looks like sleeping but i am worried about some cats or dogs coming and attacking him . I know what i am going to do first thing in the morning ... Will keep you posted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-8961907913936625334?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/1TBv21dC2bc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/1TBv21dC2bc/copper-head-barbette-got-lucky-to-spot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SyNEF8WtH6g/Tak4omI6qNI/AAAAAAAAG6Q/QT8tSt3jrdo/s72-c/DSC00118.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/04/copper-head-barbette-got-lucky-to-spot.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-1721049168175415134</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 07:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-14T13:07:47.745+05:30</atom:updated><title>Thursday challenge...no words this time ...just a cute picture..</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&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;&lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt; Thursday challenge &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A bunch of these oriental white eyes comes in the morning when i water my plants . They are tempted to take a shower and keep jumping under the fine mist ...or under the leaves where the water is still trickling down . I can't take a picture at that time as my hands are occupied , more than that i want to enjoy that time with them ...&lt;br /&gt;
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There is time to click pictures when i keep aside the hose and they climb up the Jamun tree to 'dress up' after the bath...&lt;br /&gt;
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Bending this side or that side , picking the beak here n there ....preening and coiffing her pretty dress...&lt;br /&gt;
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And then checking if everything is alright...&lt;br /&gt;
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And she is aware of someone looking at her , as she knows who gave her the shower...looking at me in between ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Then pretending to be busy...&lt;br /&gt;
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looking for the other one..&lt;br /&gt;
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Coiffing her pretty dress some more...straightening out everything...&lt;br /&gt;
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Vibrating and fanning the tail to get dry...&lt;br /&gt;
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The checking out the woman below the tree...&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think eh...&lt;br /&gt;
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Will i keep sitting here and posing for you ? let me dry my wings too...&lt;br /&gt;
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One last shot ...happy ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh yes ... i am contended seeing them having a bath only ...these pictures were a bonus . I have seen them playing on the Jamun tree in the afternoons . They make a circular hopping on the branches , twitting quickly and sharply all the while , shifting their place taking short hops. That is a very happy sounding playful game , may be a mating ritual , the sound makes me so happy and i often watch them from distance , not disturbing them . They are so small in size that the pictures are never clear whenever&amp;nbsp; they are more than 3 meters away ... this one was sitting on a lower branch for my convenience ... this was about 2 weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;
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Another one came closer today , hopped around the rose pot and gave me enough time to click some more pictures...can you spot her here...&lt;br /&gt;
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More clear...&lt;br /&gt;
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How cute is that...&lt;br /&gt;
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She picked up some worms i guess from the soil..&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Looked out for more..&lt;br /&gt;
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had her fill..&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;In a relaxed mood...&lt;br /&gt;
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Any closer and she would fly away ...she is so small its hard to locate her once she makes an exit ... how cute is the bird !! I am amazed at her speed and her size she is just the size of a butterfly when you spot her like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-4518867902710889529?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/si_CsjSdtxI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/si_CsjSdtxI/oriental-white-eye-little-one-you-can.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNTgwlc6cog/TaVlxRD197I/AAAAAAAAG2I/d09ezzpOY_Y/s72-c/DSC09557.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/04/oriental-white-eye-little-one-you-can.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-5333916306784080707</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2011 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-07T18:35:32.066+05:30</atom:updated><title>soft .... and dangerous...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt;Thursday challenge &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "SOFT" (Pillows, Toys, Snow, Baby, Focus,...)&lt;br /&gt;
Nature provides some kind of protection to all the soft creatures....I spotted one such baby today....soft and dangerous...&lt;br /&gt;
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Take a closer look ...how her belly looks soft ... it is a very poisonous bee like insect which makes a hive looking like a mud hive .... these are very common around my place as there are many plants and trees ...i have funny experiences with these insects...&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to be very courageous and pick them up by hands whenever they came anywhere near Mithi ..... I was terrified that they might sting her and used to shoo them off any which way possible.... i got very close to this one today too ... and was taken unaware when she just sprinted towards my face&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;
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You know what i was doing ?&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to shoo her off by a very indigenous method... blowing by my mouth ...&lt;i&gt;phoonk maar ke&lt;/i&gt; ...:)&lt;br /&gt;
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Now another softy gone dangerous...potted this time....&lt;br /&gt;
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Armed for the possible dangers....&lt;br /&gt;
Both of these creatures...and both of these are looking just beautiful...aren't they ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-5333916306784080707?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/3CgYScIZH-c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/3CgYScIZH-c/soft-and-dangerous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UErT88MYqiY/TZ2xvdThPfI/AAAAAAAAGpM/MFqeBLuLIeo/s72-c/DSC09772.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/04/soft-and-dangerous.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-9097521523864834268</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2011 10:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-12T10:56:08.562+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birdwatch</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garden</category><title>a green pigeon visited us...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;He finds the upper canopy comfortable , and is not as daring as the common rock pigeons . And he comes alone most of the times and flies off as soon as the other one comes ....probably they don't trust our locality. But the good thing is , they are coming more often and may find our place more pleasant ...&lt;br /&gt;
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See how they choose the perfect camouflage...can you see the birdie...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I spotted this one when i noticed a movement up my head while i was showering my plants in the morning . A huge green bird was perched on a jamun branch and was fanning his/her tail . That was strange , the slow fanning movement that is... and I asked Arvind to come with the camera ...hush hush moments... &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;He clicked a few pictures while the green pigeon shifted his position and had stopped fanning his tail by then ....that gesture must a mating thing as another green pigeon flew in soon . The tail side looks fluffed up here ...i am such a shameless woman ... exposing a bird's modesty :) &lt;br /&gt;
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Look at this ...a better view...Also how they clasp the claw to perch...&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the green pigeon shifts a bit , noticing the both of us shameless fellows...&lt;br /&gt;
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The fanning tail is withdrawn and he is looking for someone....&lt;br /&gt;
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The other one comes too , they look restless and fly away.... can't stand two stupid shameless people around them ... here is the other one...&lt;br /&gt;
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Aren't they cute ... much like a dove . The face looks like a dove , and very innocent ...Look at this one ...perched on a neem branch ......&lt;br /&gt;
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another shot...&lt;br /&gt;
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another...i know the pictures are noisy but i am so excited to see them and show them off here too...&lt;br /&gt;
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This one didn't get a nice camouflage , or did consciously so...&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking around...&lt;br /&gt;
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The green pigeon looked for another branch to hop over and flew off.... &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This one i spotted while watering my plants too , such a nice good morning moment . These pictures of the green pigeon perched on the neem tree are shot today and it was really a nice good morning for the both of us...&lt;br /&gt;
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Wishing you all a good day too...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-9097521523864834268?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/txmL6dk2KOQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/txmL6dk2KOQ/green-pigeon-visited-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2kAL4RnvfE/TZ2DGAFqfrI/AAAAAAAAGoE/4moSwa16Q34/s72-c/DSC08920.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/04/green-pigeon-visited-us.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-2335805582833665908</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2011 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-05T19:41:26.118+05:30</atom:updated><title>can you see me there.....?</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Thursday challenge&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&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; "REFLECTIONS" (Mirrors, Windows, Water, Sunglasses,...)&lt;br /&gt;
Can you see me on the beach ...the billowing surging waves seem so far and i stand this side of it .. this side of the endless universe &lt;br /&gt;
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Does the universe has sides ?&lt;br /&gt;
It does when you see across a frame...or your perspective...&lt;br /&gt;
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And now ...can you see me beyond that concrete jungle ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking pictures of paintings is not a good idea , but i believe it is like an appreciation to the artist . In this case i do not know the artist , the signature was not clear and these picture were a part of an office decor ... there is a sign of "no mobile phones" too..could you see that ?&lt;br /&gt;
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There was no sign of "no camera "...and i took advantage of that...:)&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people would be able to recognize my kurta too , in the reflection :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-2335805582833665908?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/lAmX5CwbISs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/lAmX5CwbISs/can-you-see-me-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8E3vFPcEkn4/TZr2D233sEI/AAAAAAAAGlI/4XVtN5SGJJE/s72-c/DSC06122.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-you-see-me-there.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-4882416818958806206</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2011 08:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-26T13:40:00.083+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><title>what are you doing during the Earth hour....</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Switching your lights off for an hour may look like a difficult task in the modern life . But just think about it being therapeutic for you , not just for the planet...&lt;br /&gt;
Here are some ideas how you can make this hour fun for you...&lt;br /&gt;
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1..Go for a rejuvenating walk , do not worry about the traffic and late hours pollution if you live in a metro city , go to walk in a park or chose your own home for walking . you can do some serious walking within the four walls of your home with music playing on...&lt;br /&gt;
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2..Bring some nice candles and keep them in front of a mirror for a beautiful late evening . Some good music for the soul , a nice drink or snack and this can be a daily routine for you if you like it....imagine celebrating Earth hour everyday...( the drink needs not be alcoholic everyday )...&lt;br /&gt;
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3..What about a game of antyakshari ...this is what we used to do during power cuts in our childhood days. Do it now if you haven't done it yet . Low phone call rates allow you to play antyakshari over the phone or go to twitter and play antyakshari ...what an idea !!!&lt;br /&gt;
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4..A candle lit dinner if you feel like , this one can be a daily routine too ...extending the Earth hour in your life...everyday...&lt;br /&gt;
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5..Take a nap if you are exhausted and start with a meditation or Yog Nidra if you can...going early to bed has been a forgotten habit and may be you can try this for one day...catching up on your lost sleep..&lt;br /&gt;
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Watching some nuclear power plants going on a rampage must have shaken you too....so act today and think about the planet .... it is a living body ...a system on work .... and can react to something overburdening it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-4882416818958806206?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/G3jnua_hJq0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/G3jnua_hJq0/what-are-you-doing-during-earth-hour.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-you-doing-during-earth-hour.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-1868002430532210969</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 08:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T21:07:21.130+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><title>the world of sci fi stories....Once Upon A Blue Moon...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have read very few science fiction , the most i liked was by Amitav Ghosh , The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Calcutta_Chromosome"&gt;Calcutta Chromosome&lt;/a&gt; . This book is my all time favorite when it comes to sci fi literature . &lt;br /&gt;
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Going by those standards i am not an easy person to be impressed by something in the same genre ....The book i am talking about here is not the same genre per se...almost an educative science fiction , disguised in a throbbing mantle of a social story .... reading the preface prepared me for this book...&lt;br /&gt;
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You know you are going in for a treat when you learn that this woman has  been spinning stories right from her childhood . Spinning stories with  the warp and weft of science . Each story introduces you with a new  scientific fact and the characters introduce you all about scientific facts ,  the way you would never forget them... Good way to learn some basic  science , especially when it comes to young impressionable minds.&lt;br /&gt;
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So this book is called &lt;b&gt;Once Upon A Blue Moon by Sukanya dutta&lt;/b&gt;. I knew Sukanya is a terrific writer as i read her blog posts on the &lt;a href="http://blog.niscair.res.in/"&gt;NISCAIR blog &lt;/a&gt;and have also read some of her articles about popular science. But these stories were a real packet of surprise . I never imagined she has such a strong insight into characters , such keen observation of the life around us as she depicts very intelligently...a magical conception of sequences and characters and very realistic stories woven around them......&lt;br /&gt;
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Can you imagine an insect eater plant could turn into a man eater ? Read her story 'Full Circle'... &lt;br /&gt;
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'When the tide turns' is a story about all the albinos of the world working together to take on the world when ordinary human beings will become an 'outdated species'&amp;nbsp; ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Another story named 'Borrowed Death' is about how a heartless tycoon arranges a liver transplant for him and invites his own death...&lt;br /&gt;
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I found 'The Technology Transfer' very intriguing ...as the robots are being more like humans while humans are going on to be almost like robots....&lt;br /&gt;
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There are 12 stories in this collection and all of them are as captivating ...i am already reading her other book called &lt;b&gt;Beyond The Blue&lt;/b&gt; and those stories are as lively as this collection...&lt;br /&gt;
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The stories come like a dream to you , She takes you to a new world with each of the story ...the backbone of the story is science but not hard hitting science to sound academic...actually almost a chimeric realisation of scientific facts ...you have to read them to believe...go on grab a copy ...the publisher is the National Book Trust and price only Rs 70 ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-1868002430532210969?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/4VcojJhq1iM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/4VcojJhq1iM/world-of-sci-fi-storiesonce-upon-blue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/03/world-of-sci-fi-storiesonce-upon-blue.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-99207636971974724</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 11:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-24T17:25:05.379+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><title>the verdant nature....</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt;Thursday challenge &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The theme is green and all i can think is the viridity spilled by nature all around me...There are so many green pictures of my plants that i am in a fix ..&lt;br /&gt;
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I chose the pictures where i have shot the apex of the plant , the parts which inspire me the most . This is the part of the plant which decides growth , the part where the cells not only divide and multiply in numbers , but they differentiate to make the leaves , the flowers and many more parts of the plant...varying in form and color...&lt;br /&gt;
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See these Poinsettia crown of leaves ...surrounding the tiny petal less flowers...&lt;br /&gt;
Red hot or a hot green ?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And this is a holy basil inflorescence .... &lt;i&gt;krishna tulsi&lt;/i&gt; ...the leaves are purple green and the tiny flowers are beautiful purple....a delicate tall inflorescence .....&lt;br /&gt;
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Now comes the sweet basil...white flowers making a tall and sturdy inflorescence ...&lt;br /&gt;
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And here comes the Thai basil ... a deep purple compact inflorescence ...&lt;br /&gt;
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So many colors provided by the verdant nature ...... the greens taking on such beautiful colors ...as if accommodating for the new challenges .Green pigments of the plants actually do synthesize new pigments of other colors so that they can trap all the colors of light...fascinating ...isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Look at this rose bud ...coming up to face the world...the leaves are spattered with dust after a dust storm ...so what if the time of the birth is not right for our little rose princess......it has to come and change the world...&lt;br /&gt;
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And change the world it does...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Green is the master healer as far as the color is concerned , the green pigment is a starting point of the food chain ....the most powerful .&lt;br /&gt;
A silent power.&lt;br /&gt;
And see how it gives way to other colors&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Why does the green mango turns a golden yellow after a while ... because it has to take on a new role ... a new duty ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-99207636971974724?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/V7VxzkOXgIE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/V7VxzkOXgIE/verdant-nature.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EOaKfhIdOMQ/TYsOCzJx_II/AAAAAAAAGW8/Nt20ry9V6W8/s72-c/DSC05527.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/03/verdant-nature.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-3750259139866355616</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2011 17:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-21T23:20:46.474+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><title>bulbuls....pleased to meet you...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GRzD3n8F2Pw/TYWmaxWIumI/AAAAAAAAGPE/TxUjSrfFMMY/s1600/DSC07730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GRzD3n8F2Pw/TYWmaxWIumI/AAAAAAAAGPE/TxUjSrfFMMY/s400/DSC07730.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have been a very irritating disturbance to a few pretty couples who raid my backyard for the much sought after courtship ... the seasonal delight to watch..... am i being mean ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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They come , they choose the best spots on the green branches...protected by rich foliage ... and find someone is spying on them...hey see...that woman has come again....huh...&lt;br /&gt;
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This is what they think when i slowly inch towards a lemon tree or jamun tree as i know my camera lens can't see them by it's own... so my physical presence makes them really irritated i guess....&lt;br /&gt;
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And then one day i see the male bulbul calling his sweetheart... i actually saw his vocal chords vibrating....he was perched on the jamun branch and i could see his belly...how i guess he is a male as he was the one who was giving a call.... his vocal chords vibrating as i could see the lower neck swollen and fluffy ....this couple is a &lt;b&gt;red tufted bulbul&lt;/b&gt;...with white belly and red tufts on both side of the ears...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The female came , but kept herself busy in some preening i guess ...can you see she is sitting behind the male bulbul curving her neck inwards to do some corrective make up ... do birds indulge in something like that ?&lt;br /&gt;
Or just my wild imagination....&lt;br /&gt;
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Going by the sounds the bulbul make , i can say that they can talk in much refined language than many other birds... Like some birds just say &lt;i&gt;twit twit&lt;/i&gt; some say &lt;i&gt;tweet tweet &lt;/i&gt;with an extended eee ...some others say &lt;i&gt;twitertoo&lt;/i&gt; ...but the bulbul seems to be saying &lt;i&gt;twitterchickletoooo&lt;/i&gt;........or... pleased to meet you ....a whole sentence...They are the nightingales............ and they are intelligent to know when a woman is following them...&lt;br /&gt;
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They spotted me and flew away together , dodging me ...leaving me thirsty for one more picture...&lt;br /&gt;
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Then i see another couple ....perched on a cable TV wire ....this couple is a &lt;b&gt;red vented bulbul&lt;/b&gt; couple...a red vent and the belly brown....&lt;br /&gt;
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Both of them come closer ..tete a tete....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EtenfabAAA8/TYWnTKpnnYI/AAAAAAAAGPg/bkwB2aDWf0s/s1600/DSC07785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EtenfabAAA8/TYWnTKpnnYI/AAAAAAAAGPg/bkwB2aDWf0s/s400/DSC07785.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Move apart a bit....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Making sounds of music...chirping ..talking....here they look like talking about the worldly affairs....&lt;br /&gt;
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And now he turns to ask her opinion.....&lt;br /&gt;
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She appears to have a poignant viewpoint....telling him something he couldn't even imagine.....he looks bewildered....My bespectacled eyes could see better that this damn camera.....added with a fertile imagination ...or so i think...&lt;br /&gt;
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Now he says we have seen the world from so many angles .... from the branches and flying atop the buildings..............from the telephone wires we have felt how they communicate.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;This one here is the red tufted bulbul...they have differentiated areas...the red tufted ones are in the backyard while the red vented ones can be seen in the front garden ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We often knock their windows too....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Here the red tuft is clearly visible...this bird was knocking the window repeatedly , noisily... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They don't let us go inside ....&lt;br /&gt;
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See that man passing by.... down there....i feel like giving him a penny's worth ....okay...let's spare him...he is all dressed to go to the office...let's not make him change...:)&lt;br /&gt;
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Our &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://travelblog.paintedstork.com/image/laxman_jhula.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://travel.paintedstork.com/blog/2006/03/rishikesh-and-laxman-jhula.html&amp;amp;h=331&amp;amp;w=496&amp;amp;sz=37&amp;amp;tbnid=sShZUfIg8rLp6M:&amp;amp;tbnh=87&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlaxman%2Bjhoola&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;q=laxman+jhoola&amp;amp;usg=__P0tabrMMmu5euxI8tsy1TVP64wc=&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=84KHTe7AIMXQca3k8KMD&amp;amp;ved=0CC8Q9QEwAw"&gt;luxman jhoola&lt;/a&gt; feels like heaven right now... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-h2vM7JLLP9U/TYWn2WfdJ_I/AAAAAAAAGP4/XkY67qvsXq0/s1600/DSC07790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-h2vM7JLLP9U/TYWn2WfdJ_I/AAAAAAAAGP4/XkY67qvsXq0/s400/DSC07790.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Let them go mad down there... we can have fun as long as they don't fell these trees....or we would be left with the telephone and cable TV wires only....and those concrete buildings .......i hate the thought of this... this &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://travelblog.paintedstork.com/image/laxman_jhula.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://travel.paintedstork.com/blog/2006/03/rishikesh-and-laxman-jhula.html&amp;amp;h=331&amp;amp;w=496&amp;amp;sz=37&amp;amp;tbnid=sShZUfIg8rLp6M:&amp;amp;tbnh=87&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlaxman%2Bjhoola&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;q=laxman+jhoola&amp;amp;usg=__P0tabrMMmu5euxI8tsy1TVP64wc=&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=84KHTe7AIMXQca3k8KMD&amp;amp;ved=0CC8Q9QEwAw"&gt;luxman jhoola&lt;/a&gt; will not be the same without the greens around...&lt;i&gt; in this last picture the bulbuls look sad to me ... do you agree ??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There is so much activity going on around the greenery , and still i don't understand why some people are so against the trees around my place . The dry leaves are falling off in this season and some people are repeatedly trying to cut some of the trees , saying that the leaves make the surroundings dirty ....most of the people don't even notice these pretty birds ... i wonder how... &lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder how long people will take to understand that we are going on destroying nature and how it is going on affecting the human life as well ...if that is the instant interest of some selfish people...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-3750259139866355616?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/Q9Oux7_bXX0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/Q9Oux7_bXX0/bulbulspleased-to-meet-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GRzD3n8F2Pw/TYWmaxWIumI/AAAAAAAAGPE/TxUjSrfFMMY/s72-c/DSC07730.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/03/bulbulspleased-to-meet-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-8765206693274275836</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2011 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-20T19:45:30.363+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><title>my super moon ....</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do when your camera is playing pranks on you and you get an opportunity to shake hands with moon one fine day .... No pictures of the celebrity rendezvous worth looking at but the meeting with the childhood sweetheart was great nevertheless. Bringing a sense of ataraxis and tranquility to my world .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the pictures of that devastating tsunami in japan were washed away .....at least for the moment......as i thought how could this innocent looking '&lt;i&gt;chaand ka tukda&lt;/i&gt;'(a slice of moon) err...'&lt;i&gt;poora chaand&lt;/i&gt;'( full moon) can do this to humanity .....I think he just came closer to reassure ...all is well ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aaal izzz welll...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6njbe3abBZE/TYYDxlEBzTI/AAAAAAAAGQM/hUNeFO18cUQ/s1600/DSC08790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6njbe3abBZE/TYYDxlEBzTI/AAAAAAAAGQM/hUNeFO18cUQ/s640/DSC08790.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A noisy photo but the tree provided a very nice effect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He peeped into my world through the trees and ascertained my peace of mind....no one turned looney , not even the sea waves ....and certainly not the belly of the mother earth. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Tell me friends ... didn't you feel good watching &lt;i&gt;chandamama &lt;/i&gt;( uncle Moon as all Indian children know him)?&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you feel some research in the future will tell that he was the one behind this sabotage ..... of the destruction of the land of sunrise ?&lt;br /&gt;
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I would like to believe otherwise... wouldn't you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-8765206693274275836?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/qbdhbyzRBXQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/qbdhbyzRBXQ/my-super-moon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6njbe3abBZE/TYYDxlEBzTI/AAAAAAAAGQM/hUNeFO18cUQ/s72-c/DSC08790.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-super-moon.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-2149139895202663794</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 10:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-17T15:50:32.431+05:30</atom:updated><title>when the water turns gold ... and the sand suffuses in gold...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&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; "METAL" (Metallic, Steel, Bronze, &lt;b&gt;Gold&lt;/b&gt;, Iron, Shinny,...)&lt;br /&gt;
Gold ...descending from the sun.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Reflecting the waters...soaking the sands...........&lt;br /&gt;
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The eternal 'Alchemist' turns everything gold.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ceaVo6C6rko/TYHXAIp3keI/AAAAAAAAGMs/JL5kmNK5jXg/s1600/DSC06257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ceaVo6C6rko/TYHXAIp3keI/AAAAAAAAGMs/JL5kmNK5jXg/s400/DSC06257.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The 'gold' swallows all the dark forces....The 'panchtatva'...the five element of life ....all engulfed in 'gold'...the eternal golden sheen....&lt;br /&gt;
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And then someone comes....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DECBVeZzC0o/TYHWHLrk3CI/AAAAAAAAGMc/nNYIjn_fm1A/s1600/DSC06253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DECBVeZzC0o/TYHWHLrk3CI/AAAAAAAAGMc/nNYIjn_fm1A/s400/DSC06253.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Later some more .... and they start digging for the gold...they dig , they delve into the deeper layers...they toil hard . Their hands remain empty as they couldn't see the gold ...descending from the eternal source .............&lt;br /&gt;
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'The alchemist' pours the gold , showers it on us ....and we dig somewhere else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148759822796779114-2149139895202663794?l=sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~4/yf_Sq6inYLM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/homealone/~3/yf_Sq6inYLM/when-water-turns-gold-and-sand-suffuses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (sangeeta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M0Bgo6rtclE/TYHWaAk3ZaI/AAAAAAAAGMg/jyVpi61CXrY/s72-c/DSC06254.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>23</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sangeeta-homealone.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-water-turns-gold-and-sand-suffuses.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148759822796779114.post-2597003090856964365</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2011 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-14T18:45:44.051+05:30</atom:updated><title>please do not strangulate your angel.....</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I need a ranting dance of my fingers on this key board . Something which is bothering the heart can be relieved by this dance of the fingers...so please read this post if you can take a long rant right now...otherwise a click will take you to more pleasant places around the webworld ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Paulo Coelho says the angels are chosen by God , as an instrument to convey a good thing to you when you need it the most .... not in the same words but he means this , or as i perceive it. The person who plays an angel , may or may not be a noble soul but he/she has been chosen for the purpose....&lt;br /&gt;
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God chooses an angel for you when he wants a smile on your face . Even for a moment . The angel sometimes doesn't know she/he is becoming the instrument of a God sent message.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you want that angel all for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;
For a life time?&lt;br /&gt;
Do you feel possessive about the angel?&lt;br /&gt;
Do you feel you are worthy enough that the angel be in your service all the time?&lt;br /&gt;
Do you strangulate the angel and become a smile starved person once again?&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel very very uncomfortable when some people call me an angel . Whenever people shower me with words like you are the best thing that happened to my life ....&lt;br /&gt;
I am so thankful to God that i found you ...&lt;br /&gt;
I am blessed to find you as a friend...&lt;br /&gt;
You are an angel ...&lt;br /&gt;
(people use big words when they are shallow ...this is my experience) &lt;br /&gt;
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These adornments makes me really uncomfortable because i have seen many of these people expecting a lot of things from me , taking me for granted ...ignoring all my discomfort very conveniently. I am one person who believes in selfless giving ( although i cannot afford to give away fortunes ) , so it is my time , my emotions and few more things which a little money can buy . I accommodate even when it is a bit stringent for me...my limits are stretched sometimes but i still believe in being useful for someone who needs it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Should that be a problem ??&lt;br /&gt;
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The problem arises when people start to walk over me. They know that it takes a lot to say no for a person like me. It really hurts when someone is insensitive and imposes some work or expects some 'gifts' just because they need it at the time and it doesn't matter for them if that is okay for me at that time.... exploitation is a bigger word but this tendency touches the limits of the thing called so. It is definitely an act of cheating on a different level.&lt;br /&gt;
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My ranting is not done yet....are you still reading?&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate lies and can't tolerate people lying and playing cool at the same time...how do they think that i can't get it . Just because i keep quite and don't point a finger at your lie? &lt;br /&gt;
And what these people do to hide the lie ....they assert the lie repeatedly , intentionally and even without a context . Sadly .&lt;br /&gt;
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They loose the respect by being so assertive and repetitive with the lies , they loose the respect even for the good qualities they have .&lt;br /&gt;
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How can i respect a person even on a human ground if he/she has been doing all the wrong things and expecting all the best things from me . I am no saint. I am sorry if that is what is expected from me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&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;b style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt; "many"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt; ( candies, crowd , paperclips , coins , collection......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I made this fried savory cookie for&lt;a href="http://banaraskakhana.blogspot.com/2010/10/tamatar-ki-chaat-and-some-pictures-from.html"&gt; tamatar ki chaat &lt;/a&gt;a while ago and liked this picture after cutting the rolled dough...neatly cut squares....many tiny squares...&lt;br /&gt;
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And another picture of many cookies is this chewy oats cookies , baked a nice golden with cashew and raisins....&lt;br /&gt;
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I baked it last year and want to bake it again with the same nuts....the recipe will be posted soon on my health food blog . A butter free and sugar free cookie .&lt;br /&gt;
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Many cookies are completely guilt free in this case...&lt;br /&gt;
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