<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254</id><updated>2009-11-12T20:38:39.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><subtitle type='html'>There is nothing as right or wrong. There is always only Truth because the opposite of Truth is also Truth. Truth Prevails!!! Satyamev Jayate!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-2888421737722529293</id><published>2009-11-01T22:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:01:46.336+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>The Game of Life &amp; Losing</title><content type='html'>Its pain and fear forever to a human as the entire moments are lived. The perpetual anxiety of losing what we have: material assets, people we love, positions we hold, power wielded. No no no, don't take it away.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Awareness is the key" : is what any of the spiritual guru would say. Is there any loss when there was nothing that is mine : not any at all. We don't exist forever, nothing else does, its all a game. A game of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we see is provided to us to play the game. We dont own them though we perceive it so. When we attach our identity to these objects, losing them is misery and suffering. We are in constant search of newer objects to attach to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take this analogy, while you play a video game or a sport we get tools and objects to play the game it doesn't belong to us. We enjoy playing the game and losing means playing again. Same goes with life, this life time if we don't get the game we play it again till we realise the game of life and then the game ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right now: "Life is beautiful and play the game" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Though these are my words, I wrote it in my diary when it came in as a surge of thoughts from an unknown source. I am just the medium not the source of this]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-2888421737722529293?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/2888421737722529293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=2888421737722529293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/2888421737722529293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/2888421737722529293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/11/game-of-life-losing.html' title='The Game of Life &amp; Losing'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-4690459474798963803</id><published>2009-10-15T17:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:32:59.995+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Light my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Is it true that you are with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll take a lifetime to sink in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you explain, who are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and why are you here so close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel it and see it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so warm and cozy with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living and dying everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a dream so lovely &amp;amp; beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont I see it, you are here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carrying a flame in the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to burn and light my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vanquishing all pain &amp;amp; sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no anxiety about the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its this very moment I live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no parting of ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the flame burns for ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-4690459474798963803?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4690459474798963803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=4690459474798963803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4690459474798963803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4690459474798963803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/10/light-my-life.html' title='Light my life'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-4852470240284443314</id><published>2009-10-12T21:13:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:31:08.017+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anything...'/><title type='text'>WT'X' is love?</title><content type='html'>Murali (a friend best avoided but hard to ignore) says I am totally outta my mind and jobless..oh yeah, my reasoning: one needs to keep busy and the blog active...so here I am with the insights from my survey on a small sampling of people on 'What the "whatever" is Love'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This survey doesn't give any reports or end results, it should actually not be called one. Its just a collation of well thought ideas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amrita: &lt;/b&gt;well how to define love...when it's the most simple &amp;amp; pure at one side...on the other its not easy to define love...cause you can only feel it...words are not enough to express that feeling...only the heart loves the heart knows what actually it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are in love when you would rather not live life without the other person, when he or she is the first that springs to mind in happiness or grief; when the other person is a constant companion even in absentia and when sometimes your loved one's happiness takes precedence over yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jassi: &lt;/b&gt;I dont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jassi (after few hours)&lt;/b&gt;: a friend of mine once said that, love is the purest form of emotional happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arul: &lt;/b&gt;it is everything for holding on to letting go to giving space and taking space for one's self &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous :&lt;/b&gt; which was there for ever ...is there around &amp;amp; will remain for ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tim:&lt;/b&gt;  there is only one relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that relationship is only with u and only u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if u can have a great relationship with u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then u get many lovers, be loved, be appreciated etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Love is the essence of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suresh Nair:&lt;/b&gt; True love is a feeling that there is NO difference between you and the person who you are loving. Like one soul and one body. But everybody in this world is unique. That is why it is difficult to find love in earth. But don't give up. Keep on looking everwhere. You may find that one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manish Chakravarty:&lt;/b&gt; Love is the comfort of being with someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;T Chendil Kumar:&lt;/b&gt; love is a feeling that activates all the senses, except the common sense !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sumana Gundanna:&lt;/b&gt; I feel Love is genuine when it is unconditional - a feeling of whole heartedly adoring someone with all their flaws and not expecting them to change for you. Love is when you are eager to talk to them, thinking about them brightens your heart, you look forward to being with them and talking to them and you feel happy when you think about them. Love is NOT saying I will love if you if you are richer / slimmer / prettier / smarter / etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Srini Jaltaru:&lt;/b&gt; love is little more than liking each other....no matter what is the custom/religion/country, romantic love plays an important role, while cultural differences in how that love appears vary....the fact is that "romantic love exists" is undoubtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-4852470240284443314?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4852470240284443314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=4852470240284443314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4852470240284443314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4852470240284443314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/10/wtx-is-love.html' title='WT&apos;X&apos; is love?'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-6229137754628786254</id><published>2009-10-08T18:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:36:37.340+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Getting the good routine back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Post surgery, from the past 8 months I have just not exercised, ignored my food habits, stopped yoga &amp;amp; meditation and instead I have taken on to all that could worsen my healh both physically and mentally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really missing not playing the regular badminton with the girls, the daily morning and evening yoga and of course meditation. I need gumption to get back to my routine. Right now I have disciplined myself to be more organized to achieve this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I was able to spend time with Nidhi on her studies, the one hour teaching I was following earlier. I am raring to feel the energy in doing whats good for me and the control over my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another hour will be my evening Yoga, yippee...I am almost there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me good luck fellas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-6229137754628786254?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/6229137754628786254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=6229137754628786254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/6229137754628786254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/6229137754628786254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-good-routine-back.html' title='Getting the good routine back'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-275215588989323367</id><published>2009-08-28T07:19:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:24:52.567+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>The Truth sets you Free</title><content type='html'>Havent we heard of this so many times: "The Truth will set you free" and it has always been my only guiding path. I was so upbeat and gratified all these days. Without a reason and with no explanation I received immeasurable joy....though somewhere I lost my prudence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love lying to ourselves ignoring those signals so clear and loud and continue to believe life the way we want it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Truth however shocking and cruel, uplifts us and clears all the baggage we carry to unburden the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filling me with so much of peace &amp;amp; a calmness after the storm :). A reason to clear the canvas and put in new colors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-275215588989323367?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/275215588989323367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=275215588989323367&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/275215588989323367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/275215588989323367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth-sets-you-free.html' title='The Truth sets you Free'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-5165549950903597166</id><published>2009-08-27T09:35:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:30:51.900+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Convenient Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuOC7V2JAEY/SpYHe1-J6bI/AAAAAAAACvE/gBntoQKi6Zg/s1600-h/love44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuOC7V2JAEY/SpYHe1-J6bI/AAAAAAAACvE/gBntoQKi6Zg/s320/love44.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374491431778511282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you love &amp;amp; I too do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do we really mean those words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just let we feel good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do we ever feel from the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do we give any damn for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for its just a convenient love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I sometimes want to walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there is a freedom from pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can see my heart needs more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And it could be gone in a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but I dont want to hurt again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for its just a convenient love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think hard and let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the moments be as it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why worry and fret for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tho the outcome is so unsure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but why run from being hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bcos its love and beyond me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-5165549950903597166?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuOC7V2JAEY/SpYHe1-J6bI/AAAAAAAACvE/gBntoQKi6Zg/s72-c/love44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-5518324081894972511</id><published>2009-08-24T21:33:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:12:48.979+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuOC7V2JAEY/SpLdCJmbt9I/AAAAAAAACuU/qLtd2AIIye4/s1600-h/bird-flying-free.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuOC7V2JAEY/SpLdCJmbt9I/AAAAAAAACuU/qLtd2AIIye4/s200/bird-flying-free.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373600334413019090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writhing in extreme pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a broken wing and bleeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bird battled in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting closer I lifted it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was an unbearable sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was weeping at its plight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cleaning its wounds gently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nursing it back to good health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;giving away life and blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see its heart flutter back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kissing, loving and touching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it smiled back and frolicked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we played in the sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the darkness and the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a fine day it was ready to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flew far away to a distant land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as I looked up the sky tearfully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching the bird's awaited flight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-5518324081894972511?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/5518324081894972511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=5518324081894972511&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/5518324081894972511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/5518324081894972511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/08/flight.html' title='The flight'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuOC7V2JAEY/SpLdCJmbt9I/AAAAAAAACuU/qLtd2AIIye4/s72-c/bird-flying-free.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-7275113980083156175</id><published>2009-08-19T13:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:00:14.051+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anything...'/><title type='text'>Fear of Losing you</title><content type='html'>I wish I was a tear in your eyes, then I  would run down your cheeks and dry on your  lips then again, I wish you were a tear in my eyes, then I would never cry, out of fear of losing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-7275113980083156175?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/7275113980083156175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=7275113980083156175&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/7275113980083156175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/7275113980083156175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/08/fear-of-losing-you.html' title='Fear of Losing you'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-4249293028204765426</id><published>2009-08-15T09:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:05:37.987+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>A quote for Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(61, 25, 87);  line-height: 15px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A person who lives in another country detesting one's own is like choosing a rich neighbor aunt to one's own loving but poor mother..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:6;color:#3D1957;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:24px;"&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:'Lucida Grande';font-size:6;color:#3D1957;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-4249293028204765426?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4249293028204765426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=4249293028204765426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4249293028204765426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4249293028204765426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-for-independence-day.html' title='A quote for Independence Day'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-8433133121259519372</id><published>2009-08-15T09:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:08:31.219+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Krishna nee begane baro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;krishna nee bEganE baarO&lt;br /&gt;bEganE baarO mukavannu tOrO&lt;br /&gt;krishna nee bEganE baarO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaalaalandhigE gejje niladhabaavuli&lt;br /&gt;nilavarNane naaTya maaduta baarO&lt;br /&gt;krishna nee bEganE baarO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odiyalli odigejje beraLalli ongura&lt;br /&gt;koraLalli haakita vajayantimaalE&lt;br /&gt;krishna nee bEganE baarO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxgYyYGsahI"&gt;Listen to it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaasi peeTambara kaiyalli koLalu&lt;br /&gt;pushita shreegandha mayallOLagamma&lt;br /&gt;krishna nee bEganE baarO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taayige baayalli jagavannu torita&lt;br /&gt;jagadhOdhaaraka namma uDupi shree krishna&lt;br /&gt;krishna nee bEganE baarO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-8433133121259519372?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-8107890180272772193</id><published>2009-08-03T11:59:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:59:32.682+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Life is happening :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Sudden surge of projects in our company, lots of work but isn’t this what I wanted. Meetings, documents, calls, coordination, cash, cheques, resources, interviews ...the list is endless :) drove me near to madness last week but a 4 day break saved me :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Family time is so de-stressing and makes all this worth it. There is so much magic and beauty of love in marriage. The love thats growing as the years pass by and a little one to further expand the happiness...!!&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;"A beautiful relationship does not depend upon how good we understand someone but on how well we avoid misunderstandings."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Spent lots of time cooking, long drives, activities with my daughter, cousins for lunch, attending satsang, just a nice cozy evening...leaving me relaxed and in peace, the boost my brain needed. Now when I am in midst of work with a big list to follow, I am working on it but not worried!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;And how can I ignore the lovely events occurring in life. Connecting with new friends, strengthening the current ones and reconnecting with the long lost ones...&amp;amp; a happy soul I am with so much to cheer and smile about :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"A bird does not sing because it has an answer -- it sings because it has a song."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Finally get to write some text on this blog; post awakening of my brain ....I can now write those long overdue words for a dear friend :)...wait up friend: its coming by :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-8107890180272772193?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8107890180272772193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=8107890180272772193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/8107890180272772193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/8107890180272772193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-happening.html' title='Life is happening :)'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-3485855842685948377</id><published>2009-07-01T16:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:35:07.947+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Living in the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I seek my past in the present so as much that I dont know the present exists. It ceases to be there in my timeline. I would do anything to get that broken heart healed or that friend come back to me but what about this lovely picture being painted right in front of me, it doesnt matter I am not part of this. I am the missing piece in anything beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brood and cry over whats gone by, I run through each event I spent with you because thats all I have, memories. My life is so desolate without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I have a past and no present, I have absolutely no future. Who cares about the present and the future, I am  in love with my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont shake me, dont wake me, let me go backwards in time and sleep in the coziness of my melancholy to never return again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-3485855842685948377?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3485855842685948377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=3485855842685948377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/3485855842685948377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/3485855842685948377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/07/living-in-past.html' title='Living in the past'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-8080269385160884769</id><published>2009-06-26T10:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:44:13.100+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Early Education System in India</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Early education in India especially in the middle class is about competitiveness, scoring and ranking higher. Every city has its varying degrees of aggressiveness. If one belongs to a city where the education culture is so built around tuitions, prep classes, guides, student groups and school's additional enforcements a student can easily score an admirable percentage in the 10th class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fallback of such a system is lack of good development of the child in other aspects of his/her personality. Such children later grow up to become adults who probably are failures in their interpersonal skills, relationships and don’t accept shortcomings easily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With this said about the tough expectations a student may have to deal with does the scrapping of the 10th class exams help? Not really! Examinations are required to focus a child's faculties towards understanding the subject and giving timelines to see early education to a completion. It’s just the attitude of the parents and teachers that need to be worked upon to bring about seeing examination as a healthy system, rather than having a whole system of guide books, early morning &amp;amp; late evening tuitions to excel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-8080269385160884769?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8080269385160884769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=8080269385160884769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/8080269385160884769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/8080269385160884769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/06/early-education-system-in-india.html' title='Early Education System in India'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-3287029685450229327</id><published>2009-06-17T22:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:18:15.659+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Nagendra haraya Trilochanaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" face="'Times New Roman'" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Listen to it here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" face="'Times New Roman'" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyLeBNsovQ8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyLeBNsovQ8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nagendra haraya Trilochanaya,&lt;br /&gt;Basmanga ragaya maheswaraya,&lt;br /&gt;Nithyaya shudhaya digambaraya,&lt;br /&gt;Tasmai nakaraya namashivaya. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; "&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My salutations to the letter 'Na' , which is Shiva,&lt;br /&gt;Who wears as garland the king of snakes.&lt;br /&gt;Who has three eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Who wears ash all over Him,&lt;br /&gt;Who is the greatest Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Who is forever,&lt;br /&gt;Who is the cleanest,&lt;br /&gt;And who wears the directions themselves as dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mandakini salila chandana charchithaya,&lt;br /&gt;Nandeeswara pramadha nadha maheswaraya,&lt;br /&gt;Mandara pushpa bahu pushpa supoojithaya,&lt;br /&gt;Tasmai makaraya namashivaya. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My salutations to the letter 'Ma' , which is Shiva,&lt;br /&gt;Who is bathed by waters of Ganga,&lt;br /&gt;Who applies sandalpaste all over him,&lt;br /&gt;Who has Lord Nandi as his chieftain,&lt;br /&gt;Who is the greatest lord,&lt;br /&gt;And who is worshipped by Mandhara and many other flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shivaaya gowri vadanara vinda,&lt;br /&gt;Sooryaya daksha dwara naasakaya,&lt;br /&gt;Sri neela kantaya vrisha dwajaya,&lt;br /&gt;Tasmai sikaraya namashivaya. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My salutations to the letter 'Si' , which is Shiva,&lt;br /&gt;Who is peace personified,&lt;br /&gt;Who is like Sun to the Lotus face of Gowri,&lt;br /&gt;Who destroyed the fire sacrifice of Daksha,&lt;br /&gt;Who has a blue neck,&lt;br /&gt;And who has a bull in his flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vasishta kumbhodhbhava gowthamadhi.&lt;br /&gt;Munendra devarchitha shekaraya,&lt;br /&gt;Chandrarka  vaiswanara lochanaya,&lt;br /&gt;Tasmai vakaraya namashivaya 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My salutations to the letter 'Va' , which is Shiva,&lt;br /&gt;Who is worshipped by great sages like&lt;br /&gt;Vasishta, Agasthya and Gowthama,&lt;br /&gt;As also the devas,&lt;br /&gt;And who has sun, moon and fire as his three eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yaksha swaroopaya jada dharaya,&lt;br /&gt;Pinaka hasthathaya sanathanaya,&lt;br /&gt;Divyaya devaaya digambaraya,&lt;br /&gt;Tasmai yakaraya namashivaya. 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My salutations to the letter 'Ya' , which is Shiva,&lt;br /&gt;Who takes the form of Yaksha,&lt;br /&gt;Who has a tufted hair,&lt;br /&gt;Who is armed with spear,&lt;br /&gt;Who is forever filled with peace,&lt;br /&gt;Who is godly,&lt;br /&gt;Who is the great God,&lt;br /&gt;And who wears the directions themselves as dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Phalasruthi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Panchaksharamidham punyam,&lt;br /&gt;Ya padeth Shiva sannidhou,&lt;br /&gt;Shivaloka mavapnothi,&lt;br /&gt;Shive na saha modathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Those who read these holy five letters great,&lt;br /&gt;In the temple of Shiva,.&lt;br /&gt;Would go to the world of Shiva,&lt;br /&gt;And be forever happy with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Translated by P R Ramachander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-3287029685450229327?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3287029685450229327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=3287029685450229327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/3287029685450229327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/3287029685450229327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/06/nagendra-haraya-trilochanaya.html' title='Nagendra haraya Trilochanaya'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-4279921365943769140</id><published>2009-04-07T18:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:51:51.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vacationing!!!???</title><content type='html'>A week back, this vacation I am in,  felt like a very bad timing. AQMI employed 7 new marketing executives and we already had 3 employees. Training of the marketing executives started immediately to induct them into the system and the thought process. Nights when I went to bed it was tiring but I was learning in leaps and bounds. Whatever side of the organization one is, employee or employer, the experience gained is tremendous.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orane Solutions, our IT company was also gaining some head way. So far we were moving but in small and slow steps. Out of the blue a good deal was on its way. I inititated the activity by meeting the client but the subsquent meetings would be attended by my other 2 partners. Then again, I was reminded this was not a good time to vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, when I was supposed to travel to Gurgaon for my 20 day vacation, the marketing executives had to step out and walk into the client spaces. All set and ready, extremely enthusiastic and excited. I wanted to be part of all this but then I had to go, so here I am. Yesterday evening I heard some good news, the marketing visits were in the positive direction. There were no sales but there was good movement and follow ups needed, which meant lots of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Nagesh and Prasad (my partners in Orane) are working towards meeting the client and also working on the presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So actually I can cool my heels and relax a bit now. This is a well deserved vacation.......:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as a true business woman, I wouldnt let this travel expense go a waste. Meeting my cousin who will be heading the north india marketing office of AQMI to train him about the services so that he can market it the right away. Further, taking him along for business discussions as Im looking at office space in Delhi and also seeking business associations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what else is the proof that I have time for myself,  I got time to add this post on my blog :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-4279921365943769140?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4279921365943769140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=4279921365943769140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4279921365943769140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4279921365943769140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/04/vacationing.html' title='Vacationing!!!???'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-2428476749018286318</id><published>2009-01-15T12:32:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:54:54.682+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Coffee and Smokes: Meeting a Senior Manager (#2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[If you haven’t, please read the earlier series on Jyo before you proceed:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/coffee-and-smokes-intro-to-jyo.html"&gt;Coffee and Smokes: Intro to Jyo (#1)]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of Jyo's amusing encounters ensued at this quiet coffee shop. One balmy afternoon, Jyo is engrossed in figuring out the right abuse she should return to her colleague who never spares any opportunity to denunciate her. It could be her dress/makeup, work, boy friend ...oh anything. That meant Jyo needed to be braced in all fronts. Deep in her thoughts and drag after drag she is oblivious of the man right in front of her. There is a tall, stout, puffed up face, fair-skinned man in a black suit asking her for a light. She passes the light without actually looking at him but he is lingering over seeking her attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She looks up to meet his piercing gaze. He doesn’t idle in elucidation and blurts "Can I join you?” She says "Of course" and the huge man is seated facing her like a teenager on his first date. She concludes he is about 35 years. His balding patch in the centre of his head and his face does show that he is a stressed and burdened manager in some company. He introduces himself as "Ram" working as a senior manager in a finance company. He queries about her work and her role at her workplace. She slowly talks about herself. Before she could enquire his details, he pulls out his visiting card and remarks "You wouldn’t have thought I am such a senior manager in a company, people say I look very young for my age and I look like a college student" She smiles and nods to show agreement though in her mind she knows she has guessed his age just right :) He then goes on about his personal life. He is married with kids and mentions about his long marriage to his wife. He further states that it is an intercultural marriage. She could see it in his eyes that he is all bonkers over her. She doesn’t like him at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He asks for her mobile number which she is really reluctant to give away. For a moment, she is in contention and tempted to give the wrong number. To end this encounter smoothly, she quickly decides to share her mobile number. He is urgently typing the number on his mobile and presses the call button. He is very pleased to see her mobile ring. He saves the number and well Jyo does it too because she always saves numbers of people she likes and dislikes. If the people who were a bother called her she could disconnect or ignore it :) After a few minutes of chat she departs with an excuse that work is waiting and proceeds to her workplace. As she is walking back, she sees a message from Ram: “Jyo, It was great meeting you, please keep in Touch. Love Ram”. "Hey Ram" she thinks “What a prick??!!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-2428476749018286318?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/2428476749018286318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=2428476749018286318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/2428476749018286318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/2428476749018286318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/coffee-and-smokes-meeting-senior.html' title='Coffee and Smokes: Meeting a Senior Manager (#2)'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-1408113759341275487</id><published>2009-01-13T11:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:32:37.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To be named poem</title><content type='html'>खलकियत नवाज़िश  शफकत  को भुलादीया &lt;br /&gt;ना गवारी  ने उसको नस्ल  परस बनादीया &lt;br /&gt;राह तक गयें हम मोहब्बत के पैगाम  का  &lt;br /&gt;आबो दानाह गुज़र गयी आपके तनफ्फुर का&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to be completed]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-1408113759341275487?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/1408113759341275487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=1408113759341275487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/1408113759341275487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/1408113759341275487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-be-named-poem.html' title='To be named poem'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-4062889694658311929</id><published>2009-01-07T10:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:09:47.650+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anything...'/><title type='text'>Amused?</title><content type='html'>I liked these quotes, picked up from Readers Digest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sympathy&lt;/span&gt;: What one girl offers in exchange for details -Aubrey B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have integrity, nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;If you dont have integrity, nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;-Alan Simpson, Former US Senator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-4062889694658311929?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4062889694658311929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=4062889694658311929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4062889694658311929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4062889694658311929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/amused.html' title='Amused?'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-3774519257914321377</id><published>2009-01-07T00:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:07:57.929+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Silent cry</title><content type='html'>When the vocal fights are futile&lt;br /&gt;There commences the long silent wars&lt;br /&gt;Reticent as the night but raging as the sun&lt;br /&gt;my heart burns, my mind churns the events&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love, what is beauty&lt;br /&gt;who would care for life and death&lt;br /&gt;in arrogance and the need for control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fretting and fuming, driving me nuts&lt;br /&gt;Suicide or murder sounds like good&lt;br /&gt;but a bright smile of a child&lt;br /&gt;can spoil such wonderful plans&lt;br /&gt;We all are limited, we all are bound&lt;br /&gt;no freedom, and darkness it should be&lt;br /&gt;there aint choices, its the "gifted" path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall years ago I picked it up&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful package with a green gem&lt;br /&gt;so dazzling was it that it blinded me&lt;br /&gt;I easily missed the big black stones&lt;br /&gt;The green gem doesnt shine anymore&lt;br /&gt;hands dirty, no escape from fate&lt;br /&gt;and hey, who are you in the mirror?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-3774519257914321377?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/3774519257914321377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=3774519257914321377&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/3774519257914321377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/3774519257914321377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2009/01/silent-cry.html' title='Silent cry'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-6552706032783890736</id><published>2008-12-31T15:56:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:37:09.681+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Coffee and Smokes: Intro to Jyo (#1)</title><content type='html'>I am writing a fiction series based on a character "Jyo". I don't brand her as the "typical" city girl or a representation of the modern women. She is what circumstances and life has made her. I am building her character based on a few people I know and a dash of me in it too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all like it. I will post often, please keep writing your comments, it could be in form of questions if any queries about Jyo or any curiosity one would have on "Coffee and Smokes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Jyo&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She headed to her habitual coffee shop at 11am. This is when she got a break at work and she would spend time with herself. She spread her paraphernalia that comprised of a book, hand bag and shades. She pulled out the smokes and lighter from the handbag and signalled to the waiter to get a coffee, her customary cappuccino. This was an indoor coffee shop unlike the outdoor ones; there was soft music playing and another lone customer smoking away. This was perfect, the fewer the people the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flipped the pages of the book to get to where she had left it last. Her mind though wandered to what happened at work today morning. "Jyo, come here quick, I need to discuss the monthly reports" told her boss on the phone. Her name is Jyothilakshmi but sobriquets get shorter and "western" in the BPO industry and she liked it this way. Jyo loved her job, she was a team lead and had worked for 4 years in the same organization. With all these parameters she knew Bangalore was the place to be. She took a long drag of smoke and sipped the coffee. The warm sun broke through the glass on her chosen table and she liked it. She looked outside the window pane, she saw a couple walking. She could watch them but they couldn’t possibly see her. Her discussion with her boss was good and Indro (Indraneel) was a "gem" she thought and got back to the book she intended to read. Another smoke and she was back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-6552706032783890736?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/6552706032783890736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=6552706032783890736&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/6552706032783890736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/6552706032783890736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/coffee-and-smokes-intro-to-jyo.html' title='Coffee and Smokes: Intro to Jyo (#1)'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-8083867532209516961</id><published>2008-12-02T18:47:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:39:00.468+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Gurgaon-Delhi-Greater Noida,  2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Earlier vacations were once in a year and for 3-4 days. It would be usually a trip to my in-laws place in Delhi (they have relocated to Hyderabad). Now I travel more after letting go of a highly paid and growing career wherein I missed one thing vacations ... :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I vacation every month and most of my trips head to where my husband is in Gurgaon and I have loved each trip. This time I planned visits to an aunts place and my sis home who just moved in to Greater Noida. Further my many visits had made me comfy to move  alone in the vicinity to shop and watch a movie too :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Day 1 (Mon) at Gurgaon - Wipro guest house in sec 28&lt;/b&gt;. Difficult to get out of the bed in the morning and being a Bangalorean 11 to 12 deg c is freezing :). The morning gets warmer as I sip a hot cup of coffee, and browse the TV and newspaper. Nidhi sleeps through it while Sridhar is getting ready to head to work. He is off by 8:30 am. Nidhi and I are at the breakfast table at 9:30 am. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After enjoying the breakfast we shower and are out on the road, the sun is so warm and loving. I walk down to a nearby shopping mall; it takes 15-20 minutes. I buy medicines for Nidhi as she has caught a cold. Also wandering and window shopping, I decide to then stop at a book store, head to the children’s section and buy an activity book for Nidhi. We take a rickshaw back home...and enjoyed the ride. Though on the fast track Gurgaon roads with speeding cars, one is precariously holding on to life on a rickshaw but there are the thrills. With no auto in sight and no public transport, this is an easy option. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today night was even more exciting, it’s our marriage anniversary. We complete 9 years of marriage and we are feeling younger by the year&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My Father-in-law comes over from Ghaziabad to bless the couple :) and that’s such a nice gesture. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Day 2 (Tue) at Gurgaon - Wipro guest house in sec 28.&lt;/b&gt; It’s the same cold mornings and the much awaited 9:30am breakfast. At 10:20 am we are out. This time I plan a movie for Nidhi and me. We do a lot of that in Bangalore and enjoy watching movies together. A rickshaw to a nearby mall that has the PVR cinemas. I buy a ticket for &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Dostana&lt;/i&gt; because that’s the one available at 10:45 am, the rest are after 1pm....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Dostana&lt;/i&gt; is hilarious, and the gay humour was timed so well. The 2nd half had emotional bits but the humour in between kept it going strong :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had lunch at Halidrams and we were home in the Rickshaw and Nidhi was pretty used to it by then that she slept in it :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Late evening we spent time at home, I watched "Welcome to Sajjanpur", since I am from UP I can relate to the language. I liked the good story, dialogues, humour and the emotions aptly put in. Shreyas Talpade did an excellent job.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Day 3 (Wed) at Gurgaon - Wipro guest house in sec 28&lt;/b&gt;. I was beginning to feel a sore throat and had a running nose. I decided another trip to a shopping mall for shopping or movies can be avoided. Took good rest at the guesthouse, enjoyed the lunch and slept well. Night we were off to Sarita Vihar in Delhi to meet Khatri Uncle, Aunty and their daughter Pallavi. We reached at 10:30 pm in the night and were served &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;chaats&lt;/i&gt; which we enjoyed, though they felt that it would taste better if it was hotter and if we had come earlier. They had got it from their regular &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;chaat&lt;/i&gt; place. After a long chinwag, we went to sleep unaware of the happenings in Mumbai. Sridhar was back to sec 28 and waiting to be shifted to the new guest house 15kms away at Sonah road.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Day 4 (Thu) at Delhi - Khatris&lt;/b&gt;. Roused up to the news at Mumbai and we were glued to the TV and ranting our opinions. Uncle and Pallavi had to leave for work at 8:30 am so we had &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;adrak chai&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;gobi parathas&lt;/i&gt; at 8:00 am. Nidhi woke up late and ate cornflakes in hot milk as the dentist had advised soft food. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We got off at 11:30 am to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Lajpatngar&lt;/i&gt; market for shopping. Aunty suggested we can go in the bus and come back in the Auto. I haven’t been in the local bus for like 15 years and this was really exciting. Nidhi and I enjoyed the ride. We bought a sweater (to be gifted to my maid in Bangalore), small pink woollen gloves, black boots and a toy for Nidhi. I bought some books and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;nighties&lt;/i&gt; for myself (I am a big &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;nighty&lt;/i&gt; fan ;-)). We were tired and ready for lunch, had &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;dosas&lt;/i&gt; in a restaurant there and hopped in an auto back to Sarita Vihar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uncle and Pallavi were back at home nearing 7pm with hot-hot &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aloo tikkis&lt;/span&gt; and this time they really were so much &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;yummmmmm&lt;/i&gt;. Evening we had &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;garam rotis, gobi sabzi and moong dal&lt;/i&gt;......enjoyed the meal and was supposed to be picked up by Sridhar but he got really delayed at work and asked me if I can take a drop from someone for the next day morning. I spoke to Uncle and he spoke to a neighbour who drives to work to Gurgaon every morning. We had to sleep early as we had to leave at 7am the next day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Day 5(Fri) at Gurgaon - Sonah Road&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Morning I had my &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;adrak chai&lt;/i&gt; while watching Mumbai on TV. My bags were packed and Nidhi carried to the living room and still asleep. At 7am she woke up. We were waiting for the gentleman to pick us up. He was Pallavi's schoolmate. He came about 7:20 am. We sat in his car behind with my entire luggage. I left the front seat empty for his colleague whom he would pick up on the way. Sridhar was waiting at the planned drop off point. We got off there and waited for our taxi to take us to the new guesthouse on Sonah Road. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The new guesthouse on Sonah Road was pretty far from where we stayed earlier. The flats and its landscaping is beautiful. It is a huge housing complex and has up-to-date facilities. Since the shifting just happened the rooms were very dirty. We had our breakfast and got ready to go down to enjoy the lawns and the beauty of the place. Nidhi played in the children’s section for a long time and we walked a lot exploring the place. We got back to have lunch and sleep well....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the night we headed to Greater Noida to meet my Sis. We reached late at 10:30pm and had great dinner cooked by my sis. We had &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Rajma, aloo capsicum, peas curry, dal and rice&lt;/i&gt;...yum yum....sumptuous meal my younger Sis suddenly feels so much bigger than I perceived :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We chat late night and sleep off. Nidhi as usual prefers getting friendlier with the girl of the house as his her tradition :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Day 6 (Sat) at Greater Noida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a good night's sleep in the warm quilt, I woke up to a bright morning at 8:30 am and to a hot cup of coffee. We were in the grass down by 11:30 am. I was basking in the sun while Sridhar and Nidhi were in the children's play area. We left around 1:30pm for a mall “India Palace”. Nidhi immediately found a children’s play area within the mall. We reached at 2:30 pm and were really tired and hungry, had lots of food and came back in the evening tired of eating with bloated stomachs. We chilled and relaxed at Priya's place in the night. Next morning we are at Sonah road.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Day 7 (Sun)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We caught a quick grub in the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Omaxe&lt;/i&gt; mall near the Wipro guesthouse and then it was time to head to airport for my flight. The flight was delayed by an hour. Nidhi and I reached Bangalore at 9:45pm. Mom was waiting at the airport with the driver Prasanna. Gr8 vacation but nothing like being back to Bangalore......love the weather and people here.....mwaaaaaaah...love ya Bangalore :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-8083867532209516961?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/8083867532209516961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=8083867532209516961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/8083867532209516961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/8083867532209516961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2008/12/gurgaon-delhi-greater-noida-2008.html' title='Gurgaon-Delhi-Greater Noida,  2008'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-2081062065649919524</id><published>2008-11-13T11:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:07:05.487+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Games People Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;She says she hates me&lt;br /&gt;He wants to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and the kids look away&lt;br /&gt;thats the stories I hear&lt;br /&gt;all times from all so many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant people learn to love&lt;br /&gt;from the heart&lt;br /&gt;make life simple&lt;br /&gt;and less complicated&lt;br /&gt;whats the f***ing stress about&lt;br /&gt;use ur brain boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite I am gonna dream&lt;br /&gt;abt a world thats&lt;br /&gt;gone crazier&lt;br /&gt;more fun..and more games&lt;br /&gt;I can play&lt;br /&gt;I actually love it this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-2081062065649919524?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/2081062065649919524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=2081062065649919524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/2081062065649919524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/2081062065649919524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2008/11/games-people-play.html' title='Games People Play'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-5651381791794914948</id><published>2008-09-01T20:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:29:34.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Addictive game - bloxorz</title><content type='html'>My friend Jagadeesh introduced me to bloxorz and it gets on you, a very addictive game. Its requires good IQ to play it so not anyone who is reading this can succeed..hehee...and the one who is writing this too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I have only completed 12 levels.....many levels to take on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keen on playing it just google for "bloxorz"....my best wishes with u!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-5651381791794914948?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/5651381791794914948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=5651381791794914948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/5651381791794914948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/5651381791794914948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2008/09/addictive-game-bloxorz.html' title='Addictive game - bloxorz'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-4830586906715252572</id><published>2008-07-23T11:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:24:07.646+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Path</title><content type='html'>Each on of us has their chosen path. We meet people who are pretty close to our paths. Some so close like our parents, siblings and the closest anyone can get is the spouse. We are as close as being ONE but we still have our tracks to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got our purpose, what ticks for one doesnt necessarily for another but yet some of us like to imitate another killing what the creator has wanted us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Know all about life: Yoga, meditation, satsang, bhajans, success, happiness etc&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13739254-4830586906715252572?l=satyakadarshan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/feeds/4830586906715252572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13739254&amp;postID=4830586906715252572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4830586906715252572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13739254/posts/default/4830586906715252572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyakadarshan.blogspot.com/2008/07/path.html' title='Path'/><author><name>Satyadarshini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15940255781534812866</uri><email>satyadarshini@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00295044484460092407'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13739254.post-1881189492237036009</id><published>2008-05-28T15:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:58:20.067+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PuOC7V2JAEY/SD0xyQBiTVI/AAAAAAAAAio/QDH7NO2GniQ/s1600-h/280520081280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205371483674791250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PuOC7V2JAEY/SD0xyQBiTVI/AAAAAAAAAio/QDH7NO2GniQ/s200/280520081280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its wise to shift gears from the complex to simple in life. As a human one needs both, the challenges and the peace. Now as I relax and watch the rains pour down on Bangalore city, I enjoy being able to watch it from the window. Life and its simplicity allows us to actually look at it in deliberation. Also to sit back and appreciate the time gone by. 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