<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of rahul kulkarni</title><link>http://rahul9.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of rahul kulkarni</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Go extra mile!</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Just to see your precious smile...<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">I will walk that extra mile<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">It was very touching to read these lines from one of the blogs posted by Pooja. Nostalgia.... My best friend and may be foe too. Never allows me to leave my past and be in present and even if I make an effort to be in present...it always leaves me with traces of past. The dream days of college...always reminds me of her dreamy eyes, vibrant smile. Bright..was the only adjective one could use to describe her.we shared common interests..friends..and likes and dislikes. We talked..walked..laughed together...trekked across sahyadri ranges and spent time through the lanes of Mumbai. The warmth in our relation was evident...My heart was constantly pleading to go for it..but strong resistance from mind prevailed upon..there was always a fear of losing a good friend and a lovely relation of friendship...and I guess....coz of that I never could travel that extra mile to something that would have made it special..the times passed and the dream years got over in no time....and when time to part ways came...heart did finally came out in open.ah! Only to be broken... We never met after that. I rather made a conscious attempt to stay away...no writing...no calls..no news...get on with life man. No one waits for each other and likewise we both parted with out looking behind.. For me a friend was lost forever..<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">these times in life never return, but leave a sweet pain that lasts with you till the end..the memoirs always bring smile on your face and leave your eyes moist...Rarely life gives you an opportunity to commence a second innings...<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">..and suddenly one day, we were standing in front of each other ...a long gap of 14 years appeared as if it never existed...it was meeting of two matured individuals who had seen the roughs of life...her persona still charmed me.may be a hangover of old time..there was a careful enquiry on each other's family front...and a realization of pain of loosing of good friend.. we are back to writing.talking....phone lines are open and active..we do all that feasible to make up for the lost time. but ..parallels drawn between our lives are beyond me..and<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>I do not have ticket to travel that extra mile.even though I want to see her smile always.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"><BR style="PAGE-BREAK-BEFORE: always; mso-special-character: line-break" clear=all></SPAN><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home2/62/06cef0db8e049c646bbbbd15065b8b09/homep/images/1215333183">]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 14:00:56 +0530</pubDate><link>http://rahul9.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/06/Go-extra-mile.html</link></item><item><title>Summer of 1983</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">25<SUP>th</SUP> Jun 1983</SPAN></B></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></SPAN></B> </P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Rotate keys of time machine 25 years back and enter the world of a teenager that I was.25 years.sounds too long but when you start seeing those pictures and recollect events it appears as if it all happened only yesterday.we all rejoiced on that night.burst crackers..distributed sweets..and really entered a new era of Indian cricket.Yes..we won the world cup of cricket..Picture of Kapildev holding Prudential Cup at Lords gallery remained cherished one since then..<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Like all teens of that time.I was a cricket fan.may be a fanatic..we lived cricket..and not eat.drink.sleep cricket with Pepsi...we honed our skills in gullies of Mumbai..had out own rivalries between buildings and colonies..we passionately<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>supported Mumbai team in everything it did..we madly stood behind Indian team in rare victories and defeats..watching Ranji.Duleep.Dedhar.trophy and other matches from the north stand of Wankhede stadium was a passion..and North stand probably varied the best view of and best view on the game of cricket...North stand always added spice to cricket on field....they had special likes and dislikes..Sunil Gavaskar was God.while during domestic matches all other teams were villains..biggest among them were teams from Delhi and Karnataka.probably these two played some unbelievable games against Mumbai..<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Coming to world cup of 1983..I hardly had any hopes from Indian team.the history did not support any optimism..and as the campaign commenced.I was ready for another disappointment.and all set to see my heroes from West Indies..Australia..England...Pakistan..we had a black and white TV at home.which had already given up and Indian team and broke down one day to land itself with a local mechanic.so all world cup was left to be monitored on sports page of Times.Sports week.and may be listen to commentary sometimes on BBC..even when India won its first few matches.there was no upsurge in enthusiasm and I simply kept waiting for the fateful day when Indian would be knocked out..and we all though that match against Zimbabwe brought that day.we friends were listening to feeble voice of BBC..and sulked and sulked listening to Indian total of 17 for 5..all stalwarts in.Zimbabwe had already shown its spirit to Australians and after 17/5.my heart had already given up..Radio was switched off..and I was off to daily routine..but for a cricket fanatic..optimism never dies.three hours later.I jumped with joy to listen to BBC describing dare devil innings of Kapildev and How India got itself into cup again..I was happy...my heart hoped against all odds that we may ultimately do ourselves proud..when I shared this thought with people.all laughed at me.at that time I thought may be. I was over expecting...and as team marched into semifinal..I hoped for a faster recovery of our TV..still no signs and I desperately wanted to see Semi finals which was to be telecasted live on Doordarshan..<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">As semifinal game against England moved on..I managed to motivate our neighborhood.Hansaben.and ensured I got some visibility of match on their TV.I was so lucky that we did not have multiple channels like today.else Hansaben would have not allowed me to go beyond daily soaps.I watched that match all alone in the company of Hansaben and her mother in law.both of them kept discussing gujju recipes and gossip.they must be wondering as to why I was glued to idiot box.trying to make most of that match.and as Sandeep Patil hammered English attack out of match..my heart anticipated glory for Indian team..still no one with me..people at home just told me to shut up and not go overboard.friends liked the idea of India winning the cup but very few felt it realistically..frankly even I thought that it was an unrealistic.impossible..act<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">And the day arrived...and our TV finally started breathing..by the time it reached home India had collapsed for 183 and might Westindians were already smelling blood.and as King Richards started hammering ball at all corners of Lords.Aai announced that if TV is not switched off promptly then it may give up again..luckily the fortunes changed and it changed very fast as the mighty champions started collapsing under its own expectations.first Viv Richards.then Clive Lloyd.I feared him the most then.I had seen him thrashing Indian bowlers to a super double hundred during first test<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>match played at Wankhede..He was followed by Larry Gomes.Gus Logie..Faud Bacchus.and suddenly the entire family was in front of TV..no one wanted to move out.no one cared for the health of just hospital returned TV..and when finally when umpire declared Michel Holdings dismissal.we all erupted with joy.happiness..and felt right on top...like every where in the city our colony had a super cracker burst..we congratulated each other..danced.some one got sweets and that's it...that night I slept with images of Kapildev holding Prudential Cup..sleep was never so sweet before that..<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">It's been 25 long years since it happened...when I went through those nostalgic moments on TV yesterday..my eyes lit with memoirs of 25<SUP>th</SUP> Jun 1983.life and times.people have changed tremendously since then.but Kapils devils would remain the most cherished one for me..any amount of T20..or any other form can not take away credit from the champions of 1983.for changing the face of Indian cricket once for all and changing the mindset..signaling arrival of Indians in one day form..<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><o:p></o:p></SPAN> </P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home2/62/06cef0db8e049c646bbbbd15065b8b09/homep/images/1214504750">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 23:47:10 +0530</pubDate><link>http://rahul9.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/26/Summer-of-1983.html</link></item><item><title>Aai..!</title><description><![CDATA[<P><A href="http://www.geocities.com/rah_ul9/aai.html">http://www.geocities.com/rah_ul9/aai.html</A> </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: right" align=right><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">04 May 08<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">My Dearest of all Aai.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">Charan sparsh.and heartiest wishes for having entered 75<SUP>th</SUP> year.on this day I can only wish for a heavenly peace for your departed soul.I hope u are being looked after in the best possible manner . it's <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>been long years that we had any kind of dialogue..all these years I have been only receiving your unending blessings.though your physical presence still eludes me..but through your blessings your support is felt during every moment of life.whenever I need you.I can sense that you are around me.I guess that's what mothers are..They never die for their children.And so as you for me.I will appear very childish and you may not like it if I tell you that your thoughts makes me soft.bring wonderful memories to the forefront..and your care.affection.warmth seems to<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>deeply missed..when u hear Shanker Mahadevan singing "Meri Ma" in Taare Zameen par.I feel like crying as much as Ishan on the screen.but I guess it doesn't look good to see a matured man shedding tears like this..so all that is soaked with in.I still feel like a small baby in front of your gracious persona..and you cant stop small babies crying for their mother.so grant me this time please.<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">It's been long 14 years since you left us.so much have changed during these years.Raju..Mai..baba.all followed the suit..leaving me all alone.when I look upwards I find myself to be standing all alone under the blue sky..funniest part is from the youngest in the family I have graduated to be the eldest male member.by the way even I have started turning grey..during these 14 years I don't claim that we have managed ourselves and the family in the best manner that you would have loved.that leaves me with a feel of bit of a disintegration..<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">You know, right from the childhood I carried a worst fear with me.That when I will start achieving something in life..probably people who matter to me may not be with me.and that's what it seems to be today.on your birthday when I try to look at whatever I have with me with some pride.it appears to be more meaningless than ever..question of why? Why did you go so early? keeps haunting me all the time. Was there anything unspoken.unsaid.from your side.is something which I keep wondering..something I didn't ask for all these years but on this day..I couldn't resist myself from asking you this..<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">So, we have made some special sweets for you today.I know how much you craved for sweets.though diabetes could never dampen your zeal for sweets.in fact how much you craved for good life for every one.your parents..Brothers.sisters...your family.nephews.nieces.friends..relatives..I am sure they all miss you..today and always..Even when we were going through rough patch..you never allowed spirit and esteem of <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>family to be lowered ever.someone mentioned to me a few days back that for an outsider you always looked to be strong and tough person.of course you were strong and tough for people who deserved it.and being self made..you had every reason to be like that.but once close to you would realize<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>how much of compassion you had with in..Its circumstances of life that made you tough and combative..From the days of kandivli to Nandurbar and then again to Mumbai..you saw various facets of life and adapted beautifully without allowing the real you with in to succumb..you survived and moved ahead as a mother.sportswoman..teacher..you sustained your painting.singing skills..super cook that you were...who can forget wonderful pangat (arrangement<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </SPAN>where family has its meals together) on Holi.where in HOT.Pooran Polis would keep flowing from kitchen one after the other till we all were full to the brim...and most importantly as an individual..you handled everything that came your way in the best manner.for you anything below the best never existed..<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">It's that spirit of yours continues to be a guiding beacon to all of us.whenever I face an odd situation.I just need to close my eyes and think what you would have done and I have a solution in a jiffy.that's the latest that I have learned from management jargon we use on a daily basis...and of course I have started writing and using much better English.remember the early lessons of English u imparted to me and Prasad.language might have improved from you taught us.but the expression..feel..and innocence remains the same and times when I do tend to go wrong.your preaching remain strongly like a compass with me..May your blessings remain with us forever...<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">Here's wishing you a Happy Birthday once again..<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">With lots of love and regards<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif">Missing you always..<o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P><BR><P><FONT face="Times New Roman, Times, serif"></FONT> </P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home2/62/06cef0db8e049c646bbbbd15065b8b09/homep/images/1209895880">]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 15:39:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://rahul9.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/04/Aai.html</link></item><item><title>Signature..</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Something I read last week and made an instant impression on me..<BR> <BR>it goes like this<STRONG><FONT size=4>.."Life that we live today are signatures of our parents...who put in their bit to add meaning to what ever u did"</FONT></STRONG>. <BR> <BR>It made a lot of sense to me..particularly when I see most of us doing well with life (touchwood)...While one would get tempted to draw all the credit for whatever we have today...but I am sure due must go to all the wonderful people who shaped our life...Infact what I do as a father sometimes make me wonder, if my father or parents would have done it in the same manner...and on most of the occasions I consider myself only a shade comparison of their effort...<BR> <BR>When I was in school, my teacher asked me to write an essay on What Have I learned from my parents?  When I recollect on what I had written that time and what I think of it today..it only makes me understand the deeper meaning of every moment that my parents focused on me...Our parents have lot to do with our character today...and the way we friends have been shaped...Imagine, if we had not got all the freedom and support...we would have not been a wonderful cohesive bunch that we are today...We  were always welcomed with smiling faces...open hearts...and open minds....last one being very very important....Had there been even a small resistance we would have crumbled as a group....during our growing days..I am sure each one of us must have gone through a challenge of explaining reasoning to our actions to our parents...and its their acceptance of our reasoning gave logic and strength to out lives....gave logic and strength to our friendship....<BR> <BR>When I look back....I can not really miss out on super hospitality and caring offered....at anjus place..aunty was always willing to be part of what ever we did...she always attempted to make every visit to anjus place a special one...same is the case at Yatins place...For me Yatins Place and Ruchirs home was a natural extension my own place...and both places offered a fabulous Gujju Nashta....and simple way of dealing with lives....Every home and all parents had something good to offer....I guess this is what helped me to always accept a broader perspective of life........I don't desire to write further on the impressions that I have carried from each home...not because I cant...but only because of fear of inadvertently missing out on some one...but idea was to remember those wonderful moments...and people...<BR> <BR>These thoughts have been haunting me over last week...and just felt like releasing them all to you...<BR></P></FONT><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home2/62/06cef0db8e049c646bbbbd15065b8b09/homep/images/1208226552">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 07:58:21 +0530</pubDate><link>http://rahul9.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/15/Signature.html</link></item><item><title>Dampening talent softly...but surely...!</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"></FONT> </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">This one is for all diehard fans of reality shows on TV.Chote Ustad.Little Champs.these shows have been catching my attention for some time.Over the years these music ..Talent hunt shows have added to themselves with a lot of drama..Thrill.and all the emotions that may even look Ekta kapoor shows look somber.As the current schedule of these shows were on the move.it appeared as if it was music that would finally take precedence over peripherals.Some super duper performances by all the participants in these shows brought energy and brightness to evenings..My personal favorites have been Anvesha and Aaaishwarya in Chote...and Anamika in Little...Surprisingly all starting from "A" and fully deserving to be at the top..tonal qualities.singing talent.and super rendering of all types of songs have taken these shows to some heights.</FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">While we appreciate these young talents.Zee and Star have not been able to resist the temptation on cashing on to emotions of these children. While seeing one little star leaving show on every Friday with tears.and other drama around it was not considered enough.the process of elimination.music.drama and thrill that surrounds the whole process can even put some of the bollywood thrillers to shame..I wonder if it is alright to expose these children to so much of pressure at such a tender age.Process of rejection can sometimes leave a permanent dent on once confidence.and it takes sometimes a super human effort to get out of such slump...As if this drama is not enough we also have these emotional AVIs popping in between showing family sides of these children...We audiences mutely watch all the fun....debate over it.and forget about it...without thinking about damage that we may be doing to our children?.....All this for a few dollars more for these channels..some more advertisement.and endorsement money.some higher TRPs..</FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">There have been talent shows involving young talents in the past.Shreya ghoshal.Shweta Pandit.Sneha Pant.Sunidhi Chauhan. are all products of such shows.Remember times when Sa re Ga Ma was lauched.how simple it was.no antics..some good singers..nice music..no rough talking judges.just some mild advice.and declaration of winners..its not in our culture to declare looser with fanfare and rejoice over it.one can not enjoy over others grief...but these shows have evolved culturally.adding some dark shades to the show..exploitation of talents.has become rule of the game and as the WWF of music continues we the audiences..Media...critics....and experts only whistle.cheer..or show anguish over what can be termed as crude exploitation of available child labouor..</FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">A few months back Government has passed a very strong law against child labour.I don't know if the TV mafias and even the parents of these young ones can be booked under this law.its high time that some good sense to prevail and experts in child psychology <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>undertake scientific study of impact these type of shows making on children participating on these shows..</FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"> </FONT></o:p></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home2/62/06cef0db8e049c646bbbbd15065b8b09/homep/images/1203351598">]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 21:37:37 +0530</pubDate><link>http://rahul9.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/18/Dampening-talent-softly-but-surely-.html</link></item><item><title>Worth a read..!</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Just got this on e-mail from a friend...</P><BR><P> </P><BR><P>&#2319;&#2325; &#2309;&#2306;&#2343;&#2368; &#2354;&#2337;&#2325;&#2368; &#2341;&#2368; &#2404; &#2313;&#2360;&#2375; &#2313;&#2360;&#2325;&#2375; &#2319;&#2325; &#2342;&#2379;&#2360;&#2381;&#2340; &#2325;&#2375; &#2309;&#2354;&#2366;&#2357;&#2366; &#2360;&#2348;&#2344;&#2375; &#2336;&#2369;&#2325;&#2352;&#2366; &#2342;&#2367;&#2351;&#2366; &#2341;&#2366; &#2404; &#2346;&#2352; &#2357;&#2379; &#2342;&#2379;&#2360;&#2381;&#2340; &#2313;&#2360;&#2360;&#2375; &#2348;&#2361;&#2369;&#2340; &#2346;&#2381;&#2351;&#2366;&#2352; &#2325;&#2352;&#2340;&#2366; &#2341;&#2366; &#2404; &#2354;&#2337;&#2325;&#2368; &#2352;&#2379;&#2395; &#2313;&#2360;&#2360;&#2375; &#2351;&#2375; &#2325;&#2361;&#2340;&#2368; &#2325;&#2367; &#2309;&#2327;&#2352; &#2357;&#2379; &#2313;&#2360;&#2375; &#2342;&#2375;&#2326; &#2346;&#2366;&#2340;&#2368; &#2340;&#2379; &#2313;&#2360;&#2368; &#2360;&#2375; &#2358;&#2366;&#2342;&#2368; &#2325;&#2352;&#2340;&#2368; &#2404; &#2319;&#2325; &#2342;&#2367;&#2344; &#2325;&#2367;&#2360;&#2368; &#2344;&#2375; &#2313;&#2360; &#2354;&#2337;&#2325;&#2368; &#2325;&#2379; &#2309;&#2346;&#2344;&#2375; &#2310;&#2306;&#2326;&#2375; &#2342;&#2375; &#2342;&#2368;&#2306; &#2404; &#2332;&#2348; &#2357;&#2379; &#2342;&#2375;&#2326; &#2360;&#2325;&#2344;&#2375; &#2354;&#2327;&#2368; &#2340;&#2379; &#2313;&#2360;&#2344;&#2375; &#2342;&#2375;&#2326;&#2366; &#2325;&#2368; &#2313;&#2360;&#2325;&#2366; &#2357;&#2361; &#2342;&#2379;&#2360;&#2381;&#2340; &#2309;&#2306;&#2343;&#2366; &#2341;&#2366; &#2404; &#2342;&#2379;&#2360;&#2381;&#2340; &#2344;&#2375; &#2313;&#2360;&#2360;&#2375; &#2346;&#2370;&#2331;&#2366; &#2325;&#2368; &#2325;&#2381;&#2351;&#2366; &#2309;&#2348; &#2357;&#2379; &#2313;&#2360;&#2360;&#2375; &#2358;&#2366;&#2342;&#2368; &#2325;&#2352;&#2375;&#2327;&#2368; ? &#2354;&#2337;&#2325;&#2368; &#2344;&#2375; &#2360;&#2366;&#2398; &#2311;&#2344;&#2325;&#2366;&#2352; &#2325;&#2352; &#2342;&#2367;&#2351;&#2366; &#2404; &#2311;&#2360; &#2346;&#2352; &#2313;&#2360;&#2325;&#2366; &#2342;&#2379;&#2360;&#2381;&#2340; &#2350;&#2369;&#2360;&#2381;&#2325;&#2369;&#2352;&#2366;&#2351;&#2366; &#2324;&#2352; &#2330;&#2369;&#2346; &#2330;&#2366;&#2346; &#2313;&#2360;&#2375; &#2319;&#2325; &#2325;&#2366;&#2327;&#2395; &#2342;&#2375;&#2325;&#2352; &#2330;&#2354;&#2366; &#2327;&#2351;&#2366; &#2404; &#2313;&#2360;&#2346;&#2352; &#2354;&#2367;&#2326;&#2366; &#2341;&#2366; -<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR></P><BR><BR><P> </P><BR><BR><P><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>"&#2350;&#2375;&#2352;&#2368; &#2310;&#2326;&#2379;&#2306; &#2325;&#2366; &#2326;&#2381;&#2351;&#2366;&#2354; &#2352;&#2326;&#2344;&#2366; </P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home2/62/06cef0db8e049c646bbbbd15065b8b09/homep/images/1197789301">]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 12:43:06 +0530</pubDate><link>http://rahul9.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/16/Worth-a.html</link></item><item><title>Friends..!</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=justify><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.</FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to Share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season!</FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is mystic.</FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Thank you all my lovely friends for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime</FONT></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home2/62/06cef0db8e049c646bbbbd15065b8b09/homep/images/1197080376">]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 07:48:36 +0530</pubDate><link>http://rahul9.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/08/Friends-.html</link></item><item><title>Letter to Bana Singh..</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Dear BanaSingh Sahib</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Just the other day a news items carrying your story of returning Param Vir Chakra caught my eye. It was indeed difficult to consume the fact that an individual who devoted his entire life serving in Indian Army......who has been awarded with Param Vir Chakra for his supreme sacrifice for the nation...has been left in lurch by society in general and government in specific..Stories of our soldires who sacrifice prime time of their life..away from their families...in most difficult terrains.. serving nation being ill treated post-Army life are not new. While your anguish is understandable...I wonder if it was a step in right direction to return the Param Vir Chakra...</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Param Vir Chakra is a symbol of supreme sacrifice made by millions and millions of soldires like you..When you got the opportunity..you and your fellow men never looked back to sacrifice your lives on snow clad peaks of Siachin. The stories of valour and grit of Indian Soldires would flow like an epic...Did even one of them thought "What am I going to get out of this?"...had even one of them had looked back towards their families or greener pastures of life...we would have been still serving the British or would have been conqured 100 times by Jehadis....</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">You may also recollect the lives laid by so many unsung heros during freedom struggle...Bhagat singh...Rajguru...Sukhdev...Chandrashekhar Azad...Netaji Bose...and so many of them...these guys didnt bother about their personal gains while giving their everything to nation...the metal of men who have this ability to devote their lives to the nation is different...they do not cry foul for what they did not get...for that matter they dont expect anything from nation....We always looked up to you in the same line with them...you have been extremely lucky to have survived the onslaught and being the only surviving Param Vir Chakra holder...the rest...they simply rest in peace...we dont even know state of their surviving family members...we dont even know if any one can cry for them...fight for them....But I m sure that all of them must be looking at the Param Vir Chakra with sense pride and satisfaction....It is a priceless memento for the family.....and gets a highest respect....My humble respect to you to not to fall for smaller gains in life and loose all the wonderful things you have achieved till now......</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Your PVC matters more to entire generation...it acts as a guiding beacon for future...You have earned it with out bothering about the returns...so why this display of anguish and annoyance today? You had joined Army on your own...While you were serving Indian Army...you have received pay/allowances and all the perks that you deserved...you took great pride in wearing green uniform and passed on the same to your juniors.....I am sure you are getting your due pension.....when you earned your PVC...I am sure some goodies must have come your way (Remember they did not go to your friends who are no more with you)....so all this cumulatively makes your anguish look very small infront of you your self......</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">While I again agree that soldires are required to be nurtured by the nation...but nurturing and pampering has some difference....people like you should be respected.....but my humble request to you to not to de-grade your self...and disrespect your fellow men who fought with you and did not have great fortune like you to be still their with their families...for their sake...cherish and respect your Param vir chakra...for their sake...cherish your life...for their sake.... simply enjoy what u have.....</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">with best regards and respect</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Your fellow country men...</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"></FONT> </P><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=2><P align=justify> </P></FONT><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home2/62/06cef0db8e049c646bbbbd15065b8b09/homep/images/1196952529">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 19:22:28 +0530</pubDate><link>http://rahul9.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/06/Letter-to-Bana.html</link></item><item><title>Om Shanti Om</title><description><![CDATA[<P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Today was a magical Sunday...I kept moving like a pendulum between the intensity of SRK and beauty of Deepika...My pleasure levels touched the seventh heaven and whenever I felt I was feeling some stability...i was floored by the wonderful tunes of vishal-shekhar...and most importantly the simple story line...yes friends I just experienced <B>"Om Shanti Om"</B>...</FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Let me be bit frank at the begining itself..that I went for the show with some expectations. Amount of euphoria generated prior to release and whatever publicity campaign was run by SRK and Co made me belive that it was going to be something different...The plot looked like some sort of dream...and belive u me... it was kind of a dream come true on the screen...I wouldnt tax my intellectual faculties by describing the story line...like The Times of India described in todays review that Subhash Ghai has every reason to smile..that even after so many years the Karz plot works..not only works but works beautifully. The story has been aptly added flavour for the day by Farah khan and meets  needs of all audiences taste buds...SRK is as usual super intense in what ever he does...He was as fresh and his six ab pack was quite an encouragement for a round shape like me...SRK u have infact motivated me to get on to some sort of fitness regime...I will..if not six..what ever number that I can achieve..Go for it man..Go!...</FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">And what do I say about Deepika...If Madhubala...Vaijantimala...Hema malini...Madhuri...Aaishwarya...are divine..then she definately fits in to the tradition...surely has an ability to carry this ahead...She fills the screen with her beauty...charm...grace...smile...and what ever...When she is on screen...u even miss SRK...If I was SRK...I would have drooled in the same manner...(may be better)...it was sheer happiness to see such an overwhelming presence on the screen after a long long time...cheers to u deepika...may u see mountains of success...</FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Music of OSO has already been making waves..but seeing the songs on screen is like a poetry...Aankho mein teri....Tum ko Paya to meine...Chan se gire to koi sapna...are numbers that would remain with u for a long period...they carry some superb lyrics and lovely tunes and have been well presented....The chartbuster number "Om Shanti Om" also carries flavour of seventies...and u see stars parading for the song...right from oldies like Dharamendra to Ritesh...Rekha to Rani...all grace the song with great finess...I must say that its has been a directorial graduation of Farah Khan...She rolled the camera and fit the steps of these stars so well that the song has become audiences viewing delight..great show! ( Big B and Aamir Khan missed out on all the fun)..Last word on Vishal-Shekhar..these guys have been firmly moving with their style of Music..from the days of Jhankar beats to OSO..these buddies have really made some impact on the industry....</FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Movie carries a lot of intense moments..my favourite among them is reincarted SRK...climbing the podium to collect Filmfare award and renders the thanks giving speach like a possessed...speach that he had planned in his previous birth...i guess only SRK today is capable of doing this....Hats off to u buddy...</FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">At the end of the day the success of the movie lies in the fact that when deepika smiles and SRK rendershis lines " Agar kisi chij ki dilse khwaish ki jaye to puri kaynat use sach karne mein joot jati hai" ...It all seem real...touches your heart...u feel like laughing with them...your heart bleeds with them...you drool with them...u enjoy every bit of emotion.....</FONT></P><BR><P align=justify><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">I only wish if life was also like what OSOs famous dialouge<STRONG>...."Picture abhi aur bhi hai dost...."</STRONG></FONT></P><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home2/62/06cef0db8e049c646bbbbd15065b8b09/homep/images/1194878145">]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 20:02:35 +0530</pubDate><link>http://rahul9.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/11/12/Om-Shanti.html</link></item><item><title>Magician...He is...</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT size=4><P align=justify><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">What an expreience it was..I had been to Puttapurthi to experience what many describe as a divine experience. I was craving to see Shri Stya Sai for some years...to be precised over a decade now. Before i write further let me confess that I am not a Satya sai follower...I dont claim to do so in future...I like many never had any knid of emotional attachment to him...but still I carried with me..curiosity to see him.</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">It all started..when one day I was watching a documentery made my Vir sanghavi was being telecasted on Discovery. It discussed both sides about Shri Satya Sai in detail...one called him a magician who was taking the whole world for a ride through his tricks...while the other looked at him like a god who had all the powers in the world to take care of their problems...the documentery was inconclusive and endedup stating that Things that are beyond comprehension of human mind or science may best be left to time or faith of people...and i carried that thought with me since then. The point was discussed among we friends once..One of us came out with a very logical reasoning to all the so called fan following around baba...It said that for a moment condem this man...consider that he is a magician...consider that he is taking the whole world for a ride...making fool out of millions and milions....but the fact remains that we can not make fool out of a few for a few minutes...if this man is able to do so..He is sure to bear qualities that we commoners may not bear...so grant this to man his due... no harm in worshiping an individual who has something special...something more that what u and me have....</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">With this background my visit to Puttaparthy and experience the aura of man called Shri Satya Sai was avery thought provoking. I was keen to observe and feel everything that I could. I consider myself sensitive enough to apperciate and absorb all that is positive around me...I may sometimes understand the negativity and discard it before it gets into my flesh and blood...Let me admitt that at the end of my journey I came out to be a very happy...spiritually rich...and contended man. Seeing a small village getting transformed into a lovely township..with a University...schools...music academy...world class sports complex...Air port...railway station and world famous super speciality hospital...all due to aura of one man. The vision of this man is to impart good value education to students at every level of learning..and when these children grow on to become successful Doctors...engineers...lawyers...leaders and professionals of tomorrow...would propogate these good value to mankind paving the way to evolution of a good society. The impact of this vision was evident...when u see the disciplined children and professionals graduated from university (I met a few of them) doing so well not only professionallly but personally too...These children get exposed to the best in the business...like Sunil Gavaskar...NBA Team...Narayana Murthy and so on...the list in un-ending...</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">I managed to get a glimpse of Shri Satya Sai only for a minute or so...but that minute seem to have changed me for a life. Not a word spoken or any special gesturing was done...but I felt so light after living through that moment...I felt as if all my stress and worries were downloaded somewhere...it was a feel of happiness...while i was trying to come in terms with fact that Shri Satya Sai was actually in front of me..i could sense tears in my eyes and were flowing uncontrollably...it was sort of happiness one achieves when god appears in front of you and asks you to seek anything u like...but the happiness of seeing god it self is so much and rest all appears to trivial...if that is what is called divine then i guess i went through one such experience...experience that made me spiritually stronger...temperamentally calmer and a better human being. The best part is, all this happened with out breaking the barriers of sanity of human mind.....heart...soul and mind ....in unison accepted the divinity of that experience...</FONT></P><P align=justify><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">The place Puttapurthy...the man Shri Satya Sai....simply great!</FONT></P></FONT><FONT size=2></FONT><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home2/62/06cef0db8e049c646bbbbd15065b8b09/homep/images/1193071505">]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 22:16:10 +0530</pubDate><link>http://rahul9.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/10/22/Magician-He.html</link></item></channel></rss>