tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50065776464891594002024-03-04T12:23:24.235-08:00My Blogs...My Space...Me, Myself...Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-4948598651731881132020-07-06T11:22:00.000-07:002020-07-08T06:06:29.652-07:00My battle with CoronaMy battle with Corona (part - 1)<br />
-------------------------------------------------<br />
I was under the misconception till 7th May that I am completely safe from Corona rather I would say I never thought, even in my dreams that Corona could infect me. In spite of this deadly disease having spread so widely in Mumbai, my this misconception was may be due to the fact that till then I didn't know a single person affected by Corona, either from my neighbourhood or from my work place where I used to go alternately till 7th May with a colleague in his car. Alas, reality hit me with the bitter truth!<br />
8th May was my parents marriage anniversary and we celebrated it by ordering food from outside and enjoying it. All my family members ate the food and enjoyed chilled Coca-Cola. Now, in routine also I am prone to throat infection from cold drinks or very chilled stuff. And this ocassion was no exception.<br />
On weekend of 9-10 May, I had running nose and fever. This was most probably routine flu. As it was weekend, my family doctor's clinic was not open and I consulted him over phone and started some antibiotic medicine for quick relief. Medicine worked on Cold but fever of 2/3 degrees kept appearing and disappearing. On Monday, 11th May, I visited my family doctor's clinic in person. There I had to sit for sometime among many other patients and then sat in front of doctor on the same common patient's chair where all other patients also sat. This visit was followed up by two more such visits in next 3-4 days as my sickness was not completely cured. Cold and fever had gone but I had started feeling too weak. My mouth had lost the taste completely and I hardly ate. I experienced a loss of appetite for those few days. As soon as I put first morsel in mouth, I used to feel like vommitting. As if this was less, diarrhoea started that added more weakness in my body. When I used to brush my teeth in the morning, I felt as if there was no saliva and taste of toothpaste also had completely changed. I had headache also on few ocassions during this week.<br />
In the end of this week (around 14th or so) another problem started. This was discomfort in breathing. On a few instances, I woke up in the middle of the night and after relieving my self, I literally used to pant. Sleep was also not sound and had strange & bad dreams.<br />
Till this point in time, I didn't think it could be Corona but now this breathing thing was unusual and it shook my confidence. Finally, upon insistence of my family I agreed to go ahead with a Corona test. On Thursday, 14th I started checking the process of how to get Corona test done. This was not as easy as I thought it would be.<br />
Filled up online form on Thyrocare website. They called back and sent a form by email that was to be filled and signed by my doctor. This was as per BMC guidelines. I did the needful and sent them the filled form by email. At night they confirmed the appointment at my home for the next day. Next morning I got a call from them informing me that their policy was changed now and they did tests only for patients that are admitted in hospital. So they can't do test for me. I checked with one more lab near my residence but they also said they don't conduct covid tests unless prescribed by a Surgeon.<br />
Contacted third lab - Metropolis and followed the same process as was done for Thyrocare. Finally, Metropolis agreed for the test and a young fellow came to my home Saturday afternoon. He wore a scary suit like astronaut (that I later realised, is called PPE suit)જો! He used two swabs - one he put in my nose and other in my throat. Test was simple and quick. Was scared about it but it finished in a jiffy without any pain. He left informing that the report will come in two days time. In these last few days the problem of breathing worsened. Monday the Covid test result came - Negative! But Sunday my health was in such a bad state that I thought myself I should get admitted to a hospital. That only will relieve me of the breathing issues and will restore my taste sense and appetite. Monday morning I again consulted my family doctor and as per his advice went for blood and Xray tests. Had to visit two labs for this. And while moving between these two labs, don't ask me how I felt! I was literally panting and feeling too weak and pathetic. Xray fellow asked me to take deep breath and hold it. Here I was barely able to breath and he was asking me to do what seemed like impossible! After three - four attempts he finally took the Xray. When I returned home, felt a great sigh of relief.<br />
Spent the day somehow and in the evening finally called my family doctor home, showed him reports. He checked my Oxygen saturation level and concluded that even though the covid report had come negative, it looked most likely Corona that had put me in such grave state. He immediately wrote me prescription to get admitted in Thunga hospital near my residence and referred me to Doctor Swami Pawar, a senior chest specialist. Probably God wanted my admission to hospital easy and that's why the Corona test came negative. If it were positive then it would not have been as easy to get admission as easily I got it. There I chose a single occupancy room and my treatment started. Had to wear oxygen tube continuously.<br />
I felt positive vibes here as the hospital seemed newly built, clean and state of the art. I stayed in that room on seventh floor for five days. On second day only an RMO doctor came and suggested I shift to ICU. But I strongly refused suggesting that my condition was not so bad that I needed to shift there. I was not comfortable shifting to a place with many other patients around, some in comma, some on ventilator and so on and so forth. I was determined so they let me be in that room where I was. One wise thing we had done was sending my kids to my second home where my parents and sisters stay, So they don't contract any infection. Ten years old Namyaa and Three years old Hitarth are not only lovely but brave too! They stayed away from us, both parents for almost a month! Staying far from them for so long was a tough task for me and Ami too, but it proved wise. Ami and my sister Tejal kept visiting hospital for all these five days to be with me and to look after me. This became possible as the report had come negative. But with the symptoms I had, doctors suspected that the initial report must have been false negative and I must have contracted Corona infection.<br />
As they started some multivitamin medicine in hospital, my appetite improved and day be day my breathing also started getting better. Every morning a nurse or an RMO doctor used to come and take my blood sample for tests. In five days they took two xrays also. On 22nd May my second Corona test was done in the hospital this time by Suburban Lab. On 23rd May the report came - Corona positive! Word Positive was never in such a negative light!<br />
Until then, I still had a deep feeling that I can't have Corona in my system. But the positive report shook me. It opened a pandora's box with another set of worries. Ami was immediately instructed to leave me and stay at home in isolation for next two weeks. She had never stayed alone in all her life and now she would not only have to stay alone but also sleep at our home all by herself, this thought shook me. What if she would also have been infected? This thought also pained me a lot. So far I was believing I can't get infected by Corona and now my mind was worrying about my wife and sister also having got infected by it as they were tending me all these days!<br />
With heavy heart and eyes full of tears Ami left the hospital. Now she would have to handle BMC and police, would have to attend plethora of calls from friends and relatives and would have to stay in self-isolation. All these thoughts stormed my mind like never before. Rest of the whole day of 23rd May I felt restless. So far I had not heard from hospital about my shifting from the normal ward to Isolation ward. In the evening I called my family doctor and he gave me some strength. I was very worried about how the Corona ward would be where I would be now shifted any time. The nurses and RMO doctors who used to visit me every few hours through out the day, had not come to see me for last few hours. After I had my dinner, I got the update that they were shifting me now to Isolation ward.<br />
A strange fear passed through my body - how would the situation in Corona ward be. How many patients would I have to stay there with? The elevator that carried me in wheelchair started from seventh floor and stopped at sixth floor. I was taken to a very big room meant for two patients. Fortunately, I was alloted a bed near window. The second bed was empty. This whole floor seemed almost empty. Anyone that was seen from Doctor to wardboy, was in PPE suit. I was somewhat relieved after settling in this new room. That scary feeling had disappeared to some extent. I had to keep wearing the oxygen tube here as well. Now I had got used to sleeping with this oxygen tube in my nose and the syringe band fixed on my left hand. Later that night, a young RMO doctor/nurse came to give me some medicines and a heavy injection. I talked with Ami, prayed to God and then slept hoping for a better tomorrow.<br />
<br />
(to be cont'd...)<br />
<br />
*******************<br />
My battle with Corona (part - 2)<br />
--------------------------------------------------<br />
I could observe that room properly on 24th Morning. My bed was near the window with a beautiful view. In front of my bed there was a beautiful wall painting too. I felt happy, calm and positive. One relief was that there was no other patient in the room. I had developed a strange fear of another Corona patient's presence around me assuming that it would further worsen my condition. Solitude feels like a bliss sometime and I was enjoying my solitude. But that did not last very long! In the afternoon, a middle aged Muslim lady was admitted here in my room on the adjacent bed and a big curtain was drawn separating the big room into two smaller compartments.<br />
Generally, I like communicating with people but you should get vibes from the opposite person to initiate any dialogue. In absence of such a vibe, I didn't communicate with that lady for the remainder of that day.<br />
Next day there was Eid and in the late morning she started crying loudly. She was speaking in language not comprehensible to me. I rang the emergency switch bell and informed the doctor who pacified her, scolded her too explaining not to cry. Later, I came to know that she was having severe cough and bleeding while sneezing. For the two days she was on the adjacent bed, I didn't feel comfortable. Cleanliness of bathroom was also compromised a bit as compared to my old room where I was alone. But time is the biggest remedy and the only constant. I tried to explain this fact to my mind and spent most of my time writing the articles for my blog based column on my mobile. I had carried two books along and kept reading them. I tried to remain as positive as I could. Used to get calls of my family members and closed ones. So some time was spent in talking. Rest of the time I spent in playing games like scrabble, 4pics 1word, candy crush, soda crush and my most favourite Pokemon Go (there was a pokygym and a pokestop at this hospital location!!A lifesaver if you have played this game!)<br />
You should learn to find their small packets of Happiness and joy, wherever you are, in whatever condition fate put you in.<br />
I used to eagerly wait for morning breakfast, lunch in the noon, two Marie biscuits along with tea in the evening and dinner. If at times any of these were delayed, I had to remind nurse or doctor by pressing emergency switch bell. All these food items were served in very limited portion and it was very simple food though I used to enjoy it a great deal.<br />
Earlier one evening when Ami was with me in the hospital, she had switched on TV and there was an episode of Baal Hanuman being telecasted. In a particular scene, child Hanuman gobbles all the food offered to him and keeps demanding more. While devouring the delicious food the expressions of delight and satisfaction on the child Hanuman's face were simply superb and the way he shook his head in delight was what I tried mimicking every time I ate in isolation in that hospital room, even though no one was there to watch me! <br />
Daily a senior and a junior doctor took turns on their routine visit wearing their astronaut-like PPE suits. I felt good at those instances but as they wore those dress like that of Giant Robot, fully covering their body, head to toe, I could not see their face. Helmet like shield on the face and weird goggle on the eyes made it very difficult for anyone to guess how would they be looking in real! Once a junior doctor saw my book with a very beautiful artistic cover page lying beside me on my bed and asked me if I was an artiste. I replied to him informing that I am an IT professional but with artistic bent of mind and love reading & writing a lot. I told him about the two weekly columns that I write for a Gujarati newspaper and finally when I informed him about my dad playing NattuKaka's character in TV serial TaarakMehtaKaOoltaChashmah, the usually stern and strict looking doctor who always maintained social distancing, got overwhelmed and literally extended his hand for a shakehand! I did a polite Namaste in response!!<br />
My routine medicines included ten to twelve pills, an injection on my tummy (that was painful), saline and doses of two syrups. Of all those tablets, I liked two very much - one heart shaped small pill (Numlo) and other a transparent capsule with colourful miniscule pallets within (Rabentia). Used to enjoy a syrup too that tasted like mango (Taceta)! These peculier medicines made it easy for me to have so many medicines together multiple times a day! My daily routine included bathing in the morning that was not very comfortable with syringe needle band fixed on my left hand, spending the whole day in my own company and used to walk a bit in my room post dinner. I got used to this routine. Looked weird in those oversized hospital dress but who was there to look at me!!<br />
After staying for two days in that room in Isolation ward, on third day morning the coughing and sneezing lady was discharged. In the afternoon even I was informed that I would need to shift. I showed my hesitation. A lady doctor came and explained to me that on the lower floor there was general ward where 15 to 20 Corona patients used to be treated together but I was not being shifted there and they were shifting me to just the next room on same isolation ward floor. A lady patient in that next room was supposed to get discharge on the same day and then her bed which was next to the window would be allotted to me is what the doctor told me.<br />
I shifted. My bed was near wall and the bed next to window was occupied by a 66 yrs old Vaishnav lady. After staying here for 12 days and defeating Corona, she was going home finally! Very enthusiastic and positive attitude of this Corona warrior touched me! She was very talkative. Whole day she was on the phone. Either talking with someone or enjoying something religious on youtube. When she talked with a baby, she mimicked it and talked like a baby herself! This made me laugh! Haveli Sangeet (music of a specific genre played in Krishna temples) enjoyed by this technosavvy granny enthralled me too!<br />
She had an insurance policy and there arose some issue in the payment due to which her discharge got delayed. Despite of doctor's go ahead, she could not go home the same day. She was so excited to go home that she had changed her hospital robe in the early noon but in the late evening when it became clear that she would not be able to go home that same day, she again changed her clothes. This whole episode was not taken too seriously by her and I liked her spirit. I chatted with her a lot. On 27th finally she went home. After her discharge the room had only me but i didn't shift my bed as I was also hopeful of getting the discharge the next day.<br />
On 28th morning, a reserved old man, in contrast to my earlier neighbour, was brought to that window side bed. He talked on phone in English most of the time but never with me.<br />
Here on the other end, my wife Ami had gathered lot of strength. While staying all by herself, she had started course of medicine to boost immunity. She handled calls from BMC, police and also dealt with neighbours, relatives and friends - some supportive, some over inquisitive. Her parents, her maternal uncle who is a doctor and my Homeopath cousin Dr. Jigna stood by her and from them she received much needed mental support.<br />
My parents and kids were also worried about my health and well being, but I used to call them up often to give updates of my improving health condition. In last 3-4 days, we started a new routine. I took due permission from hospital and requested my sister to send me homemade energy booster drink (KaaDhaa) and fruits and dry fruits. She used to put these stuff in a bag with my name written on it and handed it over to security staff who made it reach me in my room on sixth floor in isolation ward.<br />
This worked very well and I felt very good after eating fresh fruits, tasty dry fruits and savouring homemade energy drink.<br />
Got chance to interact with doctors or nurse three to four times a day, whenever they visited me for their routine rounds for check up or give me medicine or put the saline or give an injection. Felt good whenever they came by. I will not be exaggerating if I say Doctors and nurses are living Gods on earth. If they stop tending and serving Corona infected patients then who on earth can save these patient's lives?<br />
Till 28th there was a great improvement in my health and finally after 11 days of hospitalization, I got the discharge. Around 6pm I bed adieu to the hospital, happy and excited!<br />
I returned Home. Ami was anxiously waiting for me. The great sense of relief in her eyes, her longing and love during those moments of my homecoming can't be expressed in words! I didn't receive a grand welcome with banging of plates or clapping and garlands and flowers, but the way my wife and sister welcomed me in my home with rice, vermilion and pure emotions, made corners of my eyes wet! <br />
We still had to stay in home isolation for a week that was further extended by one more week when I went to the hospital for the first follow up. Finally on 10th Jun, doctor checked my fresh reports and gave me permission to lead new normal life and work from home. I saw my kids after almost a month. They were so happy to be back home with us.<br />
I got a new life only because of God's grace and the prayers and well wishes of my family and friends. I later found out that my dad had informed saints of Swami Narayan temple about my illness and they had performed a special Pooja for me. I was fortunate enough to seek blessings of Mahant Swami. Lot of relatives, colleagues and friends also called me regularly and prayed for my speedy recovery and only because of all these good vibes I am back to Life.<br />
Now, I would like to share a few important tips from my own experience and this Corona journey so that by following the same you can stay healthy and away from the deadly virus.<br />
~ Please don't fall sick. Weather is rainy and if you get wet, you can catch cold or fever. Please don't let that happen. As this can decrease your immunity power. The Corona virus easily enters your body when your immunity is low. So don't fall sick or don't let any of your family member fall ill.<br />
~ Don't go to a Doctor's clinic or a Lab or a hospital at all, unless it is absolutely unavoidable or essential. This is because you can't see a person and make out if he or she is infected by Corona or not. At the above mentioned places, lot of people come and if any one of them is Corona Positive, then God save you from the infection. My suspicion is that I also got the infection myself by visiting a clinic. So, as much as possible stay healthy and please don't go yourself or let any of your family member visit a Doctor's clinic or a Lab or a hospital. Consult a doctor online or on phone. Postpone your avoidable dental or ENT or opthal visits to a later date/month.<br />
~ Please don't venture out of your home, specially to crowded places like mall, market, park etc.<br />
~ If you have to go out, wear a good quality mask and handgloves. After returning, don't touch anywhere in your home and immediately wash your hands with soap. Take a bath with hot water. Use good quality sanitizer profusely.<br />
~ If you have got delivery of some item or bringing essential item from outside, sanitize it. Keep the package for 8 to 10 hours untouched at a safe place and then open it or use it.<br />
~ Don't order food from outside. If you are allergic to certain food or drinks then please don't consume it. I had fallen sick after drinking chilled Coca-Cola and had to go through this entire hassle.<br />
~ Drink hot water only the whole day.<br />
~ Gargle twice a day with warm water mixed with salt or Betadine. <br />
~ Increase consumption of Soonth (ginger powder), Ajma (bishop's weed) and turmeric. Hot milk mixed with turmeric is very good for health. Make KaaDhaa at home and enjoy it once or twice.<br />
~ Take steam 'Naas' twice a day with Hot boiling water mixed with Ajma and a pinch of Soonth.<br />
~ Do yoga, Pranayam. Breathing exercise is very good for lungs.<br />
~ No need to get mad for getting Corona test done. If you feel you have developed a symptom or two, don't panic. If there are no other medical conditions that you are dealing with (like diabetes or heart condition etc. ) or if your symptoms are mild then you can get treated staying at your own home also under the observation of a good Doctor. Isolation is important. <br />
~ Homeopathy medicine boosts immunity a great deal. You can consult a good Homeopath and take these medicine to boost immunity.<br />
~ Aayurvedic medicine also help in doing the same. They also don't have any side effects and in long run, can boost your immunity.<br />
~ Make Positivity the Mantra of your life. Be optimistic. Stay calm and happy. Meditate, enjoy small pleasures of life. <br />
~ Maintain social distancing.<br />
~ If one gets infected, his /her family also would most likely get infected is a Myth. In my family, by God's grace no one else got infected.<br />
~ Please stay in touch with your friends and relatives and people who can help in the hour of need. Keep contacts handy. It helps if hospitalization is required or if any such emergency arises.<br />
~ Last but not least - Have faith in Supreme Power and prayer.<br />
<br />
Prayer has lot of power. Come, let's all pray together to Almighty to completely destroy the virus as soon as possible... And make our life happy and free spirited, devoid of any fear...<br />
<br />
(The end.)<br />
<br />
- Vikas Ghanshyam Nayak<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<br />Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-11385795158504401852014-11-19T02:56:00.003-08:002014-11-19T02:58:29.258-08:00Touch...This is a beautiful story shared by a colleague-friend whose author is unknown but it reminds me of 'Touch'...hence sharing it with all through this blog....<br />
<br />
Bring Back The Touch...<br />
<br />
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.<br />
<br />
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.<br />
<br />
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?<br />
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!<br />
<br />
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.<br />
<br />
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.<br />
<br />
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.<br />
<br />
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.<br />
<br />
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.<br />
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.<br />
<br />
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.<br />
<br />
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.<br />
<br />
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..<br />
<br />
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office..<br />
<br />
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.<br />
<br />
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.<br />
<br />
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.<br />
<br />
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.<br />
<br />
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.<br />
<br />
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.<br />
<br />
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.<br />
<br />
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind.... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.<br />
<br />
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.<br />
<br />
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.<br />
<br />
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.<br />
<br />
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.<br />
<br />
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-73067677687795691672013-05-17T08:52:00.000-07:002013-05-17T08:56:35.910-07:00If my dad was a politician ...If my dad was a politician then I would also have become a politician myself!<br />
<br />
After all, two good people can bring about better changes than a single soul!<br />
<br />
We would be awesome-twosome!<br />
<br />
In order to make India corruption free and an advanced nation more and more honest, efficient, well educated and good-charactered politicians are the need of the hour...<br />
<br />
This post is written for the <a href="http://blog.blogadda.com/2013/05/16/if-my-dad-was-a-politician-weekend-contest-indian-bloggers" target="_blank" title="Weekend Contest At BlogAdda">Weekend Contest</a> in association with <a href="http://www.rupapublications.co.in/books/shoes-dead" target="_blank" title="Shoes of the Dead">Shoes of The Dead</a> at <a href="http://www.blogadda.com/" target="_blank" title="The Largest community of Indian Bloggers">BlogAdda.com</a>.
Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-80208127697374043972011-08-20T12:22:00.000-07:002011-08-20T12:27:00.785-07:00NSE Annual Day 2011My Dear Blog Reader,<br />
<br />
<br />
You must be wondering why my frequency of posting blogs here has reduced. But I can’t help it! I have started writing blogs in Gujarati – my mother tongue. And I thoroughly enjoy this experience! Since last two years my Guajarati blogs (many of which are translations of the posts written here) are regularly published in my column called ‘<em>Blog Ne Zarookhe Thee…</em>’ in Gujarati newspaper ‘<em>Janmabhoomi</em>’. There is a good fan following developed for this column and My reader’s responses are overwhelming! That keeps me motivated and encourages me to write more and regularly so due to time crunch I am not able to write much in English here. So pardon me for not writing here very often.<br />
<br />
All the blogs published in the ‘<em>Janmabhoomi</em>’ column are published regularly by me at corresponding Gujarati blog website. So those of you who can read Guajarati please follow me at : <br />
<br />
<a href="http://blognezarookhethee.blogspot.com/">http://blognezarookhethee.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<br />
<br />
…now one recent update for you all!<br />
<br />
On 10th Aug 2011, I was felicitated by my organization for completing a decade long service @ NSE InfoTech Service Ltd. My happiness knew no bounds upon receiving this honour! Moreover I also participated in Prayer song (<em>Ganpati PanchRatna Stotram</em> composed by <em>Adi Shankaracharya</em>) that our annual day functions began with. Our very learned CTO (a thorough gentleman Mr Ravi Apte) had selected this prayer like last many years and me along with the whole group consisting of eight people (including very respected NSE seniors like Mr. Nandkumar and Ms Kamla K.) had a very good time not only while performing on the eve of the event but also while rehearsing for this prayer.(Rehearsal sessions had started a few days before the event). I don’t have any formal training in music but due to my artistic lineage I have a sense of rhythm. I have an ear for music and love listening to good music and singing too! <br />
<br />
It was my good fortune that I came to know about this prayer song program from my colleague Dipti and I am grateful to ApteSir for allowing me to be part of the group despite of me joining the practice sessions just four days prior to the final event. Up to two days I was only listening the song to grasp the words, the lyrics and the tune in which the group (consisting of four males including me and four females) was singing. It was not an easy song. There were many high notes and in the same para there were the low notes as well! This song was sung by PadmaVibhushit Ms SubbaLaxmi. So one can imagine the kind of song it would be! For full three four days before the event, I had put this song on my Mobile in Repeat mode and must have heard it more than hundred times! I love it! <br />
<br />
…and we sang it beautifully! Hear it here: <a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/939163472b166cb9/">Ganesh Panch Ratna Stotram sung by NSE group on Annual day 2011</a><br />
<br />
By the way I not only sang but played <em>Manjira</em> (cymbals) also!<br />
<br />
Here are the pictures of our group engrossed in singing and worshipping lord <em>Ganesha</em> with whose blessings we could sing such a difficult but wonderful prayer song nicely and got praised for our efforts by our colleagues!<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfDUdZJCXNRogQ8V89JQxLmBAoZusxVxzEDLOuVEnbUTvIMKaZkeBwVNeVpfQRDEiD2gkny1Hr8uG56uOrn1YeKR61LLFCMnJzlKv0njOCw78A91O-ZTBdCYUh-14i6zpYQdQGAgobsI/s1600/DSC_0128+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfDUdZJCXNRogQ8V89JQxLmBAoZusxVxzEDLOuVEnbUTvIMKaZkeBwVNeVpfQRDEiD2gkny1Hr8uG56uOrn1YeKR61LLFCMnJzlKv0njOCw78A91O-ZTBdCYUh-14i6zpYQdQGAgobsI/s320/DSC_0128+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSW9fQbkHMXZpj37xuOjxCunLUgyI4glwcvwOmwz6MULUzi5_2lcU-2XV2PNqAts6l52ZqxGkCsfl7ikfQ80w-jvDRmcFuIH46HjbEI7tX6qS3upWwXRkt2VKoCQIeehT5NrndotxXhc/s1600/DSC_0129+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSW9fQbkHMXZpj37xuOjxCunLUgyI4glwcvwOmwz6MULUzi5_2lcU-2XV2PNqAts6l52ZqxGkCsfl7ikfQ80w-jvDRmcFuIH46HjbEI7tX6qS3upWwXRkt2VKoCQIeehT5NrndotxXhc/s320/DSC_0129+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSynsvsQWz2zAktgYFUErGT5Klfc3WgGKzql6_kV5jj9NWtkfEn2C8LRRc7svrYGe6yOthSK54YnD785fgG2VCJ7cWIJLIBW-icu_HANdnvRhL-n5mJzkKRLiTgUaGn-uOHHjQ7Ex7I4/s1600/DSC_0113+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSynsvsQWz2zAktgYFUErGT5Klfc3WgGKzql6_kV5jj9NWtkfEn2C8LRRc7svrYGe6yOthSK54YnD785fgG2VCJ7cWIJLIBW-icu_HANdnvRhL-n5mJzkKRLiTgUaGn-uOHHjQ7Ex7I4/s320/DSC_0113+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
Share your feedback too!<br />
<br />
Here are few of my other pics (getting felicitated by our respected JMD Ms Chitra & CEO Mr Muralidaran)<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6_6jR5jUd7f_L1cKOtK_h0MLjUBROgPM6rBiiXbbDF091Oqesr6u66q8RoLxRbwQuMyuPqbtPU-CmQrOUmqAGjWqJUWa93mE10hyh6EJod0TTZQ67TShyphenhyphen6lEi5YODn2Z2hu772RjMxU/s1600/DSC_0218+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6_6jR5jUd7f_L1cKOtK_h0MLjUBROgPM6rBiiXbbDF091Oqesr6u66q8RoLxRbwQuMyuPqbtPU-CmQrOUmqAGjWqJUWa93mE10hyh6EJod0TTZQ67TShyphenhyphen6lEi5YODn2Z2hu772RjMxU/s320/DSC_0218+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kC8v3cm3hrukhNRhG8GfJvK-GRk8qqOiYqpf9QeU5E_d7yYsNISfwA-9UePUzr6Em1zgEU2smy_WHbDsf4H7aJrNICnEIsG-gZoM4UDbOBi87OJC7ATSdLQTgGRT3smm5DO0gGgxeeA/s1600/DSC_0219+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kC8v3cm3hrukhNRhG8GfJvK-GRk8qqOiYqpf9QeU5E_d7yYsNISfwA-9UePUzr6Em1zgEU2smy_WHbDsf4H7aJrNICnEIsG-gZoM4UDbOBi87OJC7ATSdLQTgGRT3smm5DO0gGgxeeA/s320/DSC_0219+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBACDA1IR0EjFycvJVZ82UG1jfFT6WFG2viMzBPZ-CZvNVztnHogvCbtB3xrSAJqHgwUpam3eVonqOCqYP9eQSxnEn_VmeaKXXDhg4X3BXZ3cf_TaRRcKcEFSQ21_oyNO35_1L0jniQX0/s1600/DSC_0236+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBACDA1IR0EjFycvJVZ82UG1jfFT6WFG2viMzBPZ-CZvNVztnHogvCbtB3xrSAJqHgwUpam3eVonqOCqYP9eQSxnEn_VmeaKXXDhg4X3BXZ3cf_TaRRcKcEFSQ21_oyNO35_1L0jniQX0/s320/DSC_0236+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIOf-3rXKVBGek8ix8Hu-JoFL6OPo15r9oY4ht8Gt2z38zgucpY5R-SHHOo_LMvB-RDkbzFWv9BsWGJDyHPYHcOrlgCFHOs2AHMsl3e8n2E1o47YtJlllpBJFXJum_k66KbA0u5UGzYU/s1600/DSC_0244+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIOf-3rXKVBGek8ix8Hu-JoFL6OPo15r9oY4ht8Gt2z38zgucpY5R-SHHOo_LMvB-RDkbzFWv9BsWGJDyHPYHcOrlgCFHOs2AHMsl3e8n2E1o47YtJlllpBJFXJum_k66KbA0u5UGzYU/s320/DSC_0244+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-10707327718702584472011-05-30T11:09:00.000-07:002011-05-30T11:09:04.896-07:00Little kids : Our Teachers!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">We can learn a great deal from little kids!<br />
<br />
<br />
A small child is very simple. If it is beaten by father or mother, it cries for a while and then forgets the episode. It does not take an oath to teach its parent a lesson in future, it does not carry the baggage, it does not decide to take revenge. Why can't we adults learn this behaviour? By forgetting & forgiving in life, many times one gets a lot.<br />
<br />
My little sweet angel daughter Namyaa is 11 months old but she daily teaches me a new lesson in life!<br />
<br />
Daily whenever I return home after a tiring day at work, even though I am in a completely disheveled state with crumpled clothes due to mad-rush in overcrowded trains, Namyaa welcomes me with such a lovely trademark smile of hers and gets overjoyed that I completely forget everything else and even without removing my shoes and removing backpack from my shoulders, take her in my arms and give her a light peck on her chicks! She is so adorable! Her smile is magical! Here what we can learn from my little beloved is that even though you are lost in some important work, you should keep it aside for a while when somebody close to you arrives home from work & greet him or her with loving & warm smile.<br />
<br />
Click here to view <a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1568973198701.80661.1666613300&l=c5aba0047b">Namyaa's Pictures</a> !<br />
Namyaa (like her father) likes vibrant colours & designs, patterns. Whenever her eyes fall on something fancy, with complete focus & all her strength she tries to grab that object of her desire & rests only after picking that object in her tiny hands. And then what does she do? Whatever it is, puts it in her mouth! She does not understand it is not the object that can be eaten but by her this gestures teaches a great lesson. With great determination, focus & patience we shall chase our objectives and we are to achieve success in accomplishing them. All the unsuccessful attempts shall be retried with this strategy and then see how can success elude you.<br />
<br />
Also it is as easy to divert Namyaa's attention elsewhere as simple & innocent she is! If some harmful or inappropriate object comes in her hand, give her some harmless colourful toy and she forgets the first harmful object and starts playing with the new toy! Here we can learn two lessons. One is we should not get attached to material things or objects beyond a certain point and two we shall learn to easily detach ourselves from materialistic things & objects. In life if we encounter a trouble, a problem or something negative then we shall not hold it for too long, divert attention on something we like & get fresh & then try to tackle the problem with a new outlook, a fresh perspective. We would get the solution in a short while for sure.<br />
<br />
Other very simple but very important lesson children teach us is to express ourselves, our feelings. Many of our problems are due to getting clogged internally. We do not freely express our thoughts, ideas, problems & at times happiness too! A child will laugh when it wants to laugh & also cry when it cry. Have you seen a child dancing with joy or jumping or fluttering like a butterfly in the middle of the road as if nobody is watching it! And even if somebody watches it, it will smile & continue what it is doing! It is free of inhibitions, fears. When we cry, we shed our negative feelings through tears & become light. We shall not burden our heart & mind by storing thoughts or feelings there. You should see Namyaa smiling or laughing! How gorgeous she looks! My little Ms. Universe!...and at times she starts laughing in the middle of her crying! She has tears in her eyes & on cheeks, but the moment I call her, she turns her cute little face towards me & give me her million dollar sweet smile! I can't resist myself from taking her into my arms and give light pecks on her cheeks!<br />
<br />
When Namyaa is overjoyed (most of the times she is!) she starts shaking both her hands in unison like a bird or a butterfly with that trademark smile of hers on her face! And at times also starts singing her 'ka..ka...ka..ka...' or 'aaa..aaa..aaa..aaa' song loudly in the language she only understands! She does not care a damn of the people present around! Can we be free like this?<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyN2q8yDx9T4GJafeSO4vNrtq8s9UHkdQ8yGGKlOhSxw6KrtgG1WWvyq0N8Csu5SCp5TOaOcHCavlh9HSa5' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Children are fearless but as they grow we instill different kinds of fear in them. Today Namyaa looks at a cockroach or a lizard and she tries to touch it or she sees a diya or a lit agarbatti, she tries to grab it in her tiny hands! It is true that in such instances, fear proves beneficial for the safety of child and it saves the child from harming itself but we shall not scare children unnecessarily or for our own convenience (which we many times do & curb their curiosity).In fact we shall accept the virtue of fearlessness from children to some extent!<br />
<br />
<br />
Thus children can be our best teachers provided we have a yearning to learn!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div>Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-83077643818967833722011-04-24T04:19:00.001-07:002011-04-24T04:19:43.981-07:00Never ever Think about Suicide...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Mother is said to be creator of new life. Woman is said to be Shakti. Today Mumbai women seem to have decided to prove these beliefs wrong. She has not only proved herself weak but also has become destroyer by killing her own offsprings. <br />
<br />
<br />
I am talking about suicides of two women in Mumbai in last two months. Nidhi Gupta killed her two children by throwing from 19th floor of her residence building who were both below 8 years of age & later jumped herself behind them. Just after a month of this horrible incident one more woman Dipti Chauhan repeated the same act with her one & only 5 year old son from terrace of her 7 storey-building.<br />
<br />
Attempting suicide is a cowardice act in itself. Moreover whatsoever pain is agonizing you in life can not be so big that it can make you contemplating suicide. Even if you are upset with your life, just because you suffered nine months pain to bring your child into this world do not give you the right to end its life. Those tiny innocent lives have not yet even begun and before that their own creator destroys them. How unjust & sad!<br />
<br />
Why these two women could not sort the issues out? They could have taken their parents in confidence. If their husbands were useless, they could have filed divorce. Don't know about Dipti, but Nidhi was a CA & a professor. Could not these ladies have opted to separate from their husbands and lived on their own. In a city like Mumbai, it is not that difficult for anybody to make two ends meet. Then why die? And kill your innocent children? Why such harshest punishment to them due to your own problems with your spouse/in-laws or your incapability of handling pressure. You should behave maturely.<br />
<br />
Lesson to learn for parents of married daughters is to understand the cues. When your married daughter gives you slightest hint also about the harassment from her husband or in-laws, help her. Stand by her. Even if financially it is not possible for you to help her, give her moral support. In a city like Mumbai it is not that difficult to live a life of your own if one has the strong determination to live and face challenges life offers.<br />
<br />
Another strong point I want to make through this blog is about Media. They play a dirty role in such situations. We shall understand that it is their job to sensationalize issues. Don't take them too seriously. You should pay attention to only good & positive stories. I read yesterday only that people in depression get more depressed by such stories and get encouraged taking such drastic steps. Dipti was strongly moved by reading Nidhi's case and probably got inspired to end her & her child's lives from Nidhi's case only. I have not even completed this blog and I read one more suicide story of a man who killed his wife and child before killing himself. Media creates hype. They show gruesome photographs of such incidents which really affect weak minds and rather than spreading the right message, inspires people to do the wrong. <br />
<br />
You should have a strong emotional quotient. Any issue be it grave or minimal, shall be discussed with your friends, family members. Nothing in this world is impossible. No problem in this world and in human life can be such that it does not have a solution. Every dark tunnel has an opening towards the end & light near that opening. One shall ask for help and take some one else's opinion when he or she can not think by him/her self. If there is nobody close to you, today there are so many help lines also available for counseling. But never in your dream also think about suicide. <br />
<br />
</div>Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-20541175159254452472011-03-14T11:28:00.000-07:002011-03-20T12:05:25.809-07:00First flower is going to bloom on one of my favourite plants...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">You must be wondering that I returned after a long time on my Blog space....<br />
<br />
<br />
But now I have started writing my Blogs in my mother-tongue: Gujarati. So I hardly get time to write in English too after my pretty busy schedule. But whenever I feel like writing something in English and have time, I would drop in here to share my views with you!<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSuEF0QJsxDtXv8Q99wicDXJzlzSG3e3uIZLDykgZsWjgKNpAaoZOnz5NqEuVhVUcjTa6b16FuDDmDbQG9rEdgAxpN4DHDI-C2rhAzXGF-rZ3Vm0kfs67pvmzDnulH43txkwIKr3qMfdo/s1600/CanonCameraJul-Aug2008+241+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSuEF0QJsxDtXv8Q99wicDXJzlzSG3e3uIZLDykgZsWjgKNpAaoZOnz5NqEuVhVUcjTa6b16FuDDmDbQG9rEdgAxpN4DHDI-C2rhAzXGF-rZ3Vm0kfs67pvmzDnulH43txkwIKr3qMfdo/s200/CanonCameraJul-Aug2008+241+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lajamani (Touch-Me-Not)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6W2g4sY08DrIsuAmubdDWNYimZx57Pm2RlGoa5JprtxvECtNroCO7uHTQ3I6aNipYjoOpUq0JjbxOzynTTuiDjMfceMHKPIxiQIt5zKQlraFA0L3Q0X5bKeHzHQBWqBF_tLCjU2cCFA/s1600/DSCI0168+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6W2g4sY08DrIsuAmubdDWNYimZx57Pm2RlGoa5JprtxvECtNroCO7uHTQ3I6aNipYjoOpUq0JjbxOzynTTuiDjMfceMHKPIxiQIt5zKQlraFA0L3Q0X5bKeHzHQBWqBF_tLCjU2cCFA/s200/DSCI0168+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lily</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I want to share a small story. Shall I call it story? Actually, it is my true experience. I like growing plants since childhood. I have 8-9 pots with plants of different types at my home which I am maintaining since I was a school-going child (may be 15-20 years). I have a Sada-fuli (Baramasi) which has been all along with me since I had started growing my first plant. I have had Tulsi plant, Touch-me-Not (Lajamani) plant, Marigold (Galgota) plant. I have a Lily plant (which look like grass and flowers only once every monsoon. I have an aloevera plant. One plant I have is a very old plant which I had got from Bandra on my way to Mount Mary Church a few years back. I have office flower plants which also bear flowers in specific seasons and these flowers also opens up in the morning and lasts till sun sets!</div><br />
I also have a rose plant which grows like a weed and never bears any flower!<br />
<br />
But a few months back I had got a plant that bears very beautiful small flowers like sun flower with few petals. They have a very beautiful colour mix of yellow, orange and Red. These flowers are very delicate and cute. Now I had purchased these flowers and that time only one of my friends had instructed me to keep them in proper sun light and water them very regularly. I had kept it in my balcony.(Most of my plants are kept near the door of my home at the ground floor. Only 2-3 pots I have kept in my balcony on the 1st floor of my home)When I brought these plant home there were already 2-3 flowers on it and there were also a few buds waiting to be bloomed into beautiful flowers at my home and make me very very happy. Every morning I used to water this plant and look at the beauty of its flowers for a long time and felt divine when I touched them, felt them. (See the picture of the very pretty flowers in my balcony put here in this blog.)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnby4nZT25x5Fj3bzcD4R2daniOTSowOZF366cqlTRMUecm9dksepAgTwZqyIFKA5MT-hIZh1NIA5RiLGrHJ0f2P3zb8fgMmAi0tzn4TvDaeeQU_XYhV6FYA_JZi9LY45-f39HGY1Lcik/s1600/26122010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnby4nZT25x5Fj3bzcD4R2daniOTSowOZF366cqlTRMUecm9dksepAgTwZqyIFKA5MT-hIZh1NIA5RiLGrHJ0f2P3zb8fgMmAi0tzn4TvDaeeQU_XYhV6FYA_JZi9LY45-f39HGY1Lcik/s200/26122010.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
After a few days my dad had to be hospitalized due to his heart-surgery and I was almost out, staying at hospital for many days and when after 5-6 days since I last saw my new favourite plant, alas! I was devastated to find the dead dried-brown plant instead of my loving green plant which bore those wonderful cute orange-red flowers only a few days ago. I really felt sad and fought with my family members for not taking care of my plant in my absence.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTsOgSzwSWgsMPGKpAZzQ8B-ne-L9z7CAmQpOQzQNKMkhLbe-rWh1_Rph9XJpl1yTbZnYqrZEXL8bfU0sn9b4E2cWZuPirRMOkb-MaCvMn1ZkTl7g7OxEX1tKn46z59e0JOEk44zIBJTw/s1600/26122010%2528001%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTsOgSzwSWgsMPGKpAZzQ8B-ne-L9z7CAmQpOQzQNKMkhLbe-rWh1_Rph9XJpl1yTbZnYqrZEXL8bfU0sn9b4E2cWZuPirRMOkb-MaCvMn1ZkTl7g7OxEX1tKn46z59e0JOEk44zIBJTw/s200/26122010%2528001%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
Few days after this incident I happened to visit a nursery one more time and I found the same plant again there. I could not help myself from buying it one more time with the resolve to take proper care this time. But after some days again I had to go out of station and same sad story repeated. My family members forgot to water this plant & for the second time I lost my favourite flower's plant. I waited for days without plucking out the dried brown leaf-less life-less stem from the pot only hoping that a new green bud of the plant will be visible one day. But in vain. Now after a few days, one day while watering this lifeless stem of the plant I noticed a small sapling of this variety of plant in adjoining pot. I recollected that before some days when the flowers had bloomed on my favourite flower-plant, I had plucked a few flowers after they had bloomed fully and were dried completely on the plant. I had tried to sow the seeds along with the dried flowers and waited for days. Nothing had come out from the soil in the pot. But the same plant had taken birth in that adjoining pot and a small delicate sapling was swinging with the blow of air in my balcony and I was ecstasic to witness this sight!<br />
<br />
Now today I am waiting for the first flower on this newly born favourite plant of mine! Tomorrow Morning I am expecting to see the first orange-red flower on this tiny plant. <br />
<br />
This time I am feeling more belongingness to this plant as it has actually taken birth from the seeds sown by me! This feeling of waiting for the new flower to bloom is like waiting for a new baby to born!<br />
<br />
I will post the picture of this new flower in this blog in days to come... <br />
<br />
....and as promised here are the day-by-day pics of this flower....Enjoy!!!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo88cR0pV9oSPk-h-uWM6wAQ7jhAZPtw-a5Vfy6uixj8bcuFuVzmSPvY_XsjY9a69v6-rcilpEGMBpmT9EoYtJoieAn78vKIVRD3oD2ebV8a1alWc0rpX0V6xwWF14_jvdxHZcGGKjDr0/s1600/15032011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo88cR0pV9oSPk-h-uWM6wAQ7jhAZPtw-a5Vfy6uixj8bcuFuVzmSPvY_XsjY9a69v6-rcilpEGMBpmT9EoYtJoieAn78vKIVRD3oD2ebV8a1alWc0rpX0V6xwWF14_jvdxHZcGGKjDr0/s200/15032011.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">15-Mar-2011</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitz9vaLBfs2e759Be4bmtC7zmufwmC4ba16QZy4X8st6dPpa8LKmTPPPzLcNT__Zf9tu2G1UzW_zFNmsKX9pfI-ZjHMAoTxErDItZdw02mFd7AY5aWwCPnm-yfors1BTC51bwY5el0w58/s1600/16032011%2528001%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitz9vaLBfs2e759Be4bmtC7zmufwmC4ba16QZy4X8st6dPpa8LKmTPPPzLcNT__Zf9tu2G1UzW_zFNmsKX9pfI-ZjHMAoTxErDItZdw02mFd7AY5aWwCPnm-yfors1BTC51bwY5el0w58/s200/16032011%2528001%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">16-Mar-2011</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjQfxmdgGY-QSS87k3ifueJnepkNHLlMl8l0hryytwiJ9Ibg5hoaLSbzGAChKPnPZ85MqmsJJXxVZ6aoBbvBIKkGo5lNkTAGwH3srylvD8axl-k9oT3oezDgNabFYK1Haqq03bfiiJko/s1600/17032011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjQfxmdgGY-QSS87k3ifueJnepkNHLlMl8l0hryytwiJ9Ibg5hoaLSbzGAChKPnPZ85MqmsJJXxVZ6aoBbvBIKkGo5lNkTAGwH3srylvD8axl-k9oT3oezDgNabFYK1Haqq03bfiiJko/s200/17032011.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">17-Mar-2011</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9doNI6V8HBl2cISJzLtZf6gehNnBkycaAcQ0WqXo1TrrejpcJn6lvmVvC7GCXjuvD4LIrlMenwn0j7hMBzSCIO7Fs5c0qj0rdrwAFfj75ZAd8E7bROjZHKJ9uScqoFnYzW8ze7ra_v-c/s1600/18032011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9doNI6V8HBl2cISJzLtZf6gehNnBkycaAcQ0WqXo1TrrejpcJn6lvmVvC7GCXjuvD4LIrlMenwn0j7hMBzSCIO7Fs5c0qj0rdrwAFfj75ZAd8E7bROjZHKJ9uScqoFnYzW8ze7ra_v-c/s200/18032011.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">18-Mar-2011</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaj5E_PIWJVxG0AnQspnUUCPR0Gljr5pME6HC_H6yZ2JsGsKcvCEVif0lewkPL7ROHqlOm35kgbft2hcjsehExVIOqMVUJ7ZHZbWCrtvvCJhJb8zvJDuQpV9Qs4XY4gBYp4mnHYOl-d-A/s1600/19032011%2528004%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaj5E_PIWJVxG0AnQspnUUCPR0Gljr5pME6HC_H6yZ2JsGsKcvCEVif0lewkPL7ROHqlOm35kgbft2hcjsehExVIOqMVUJ7ZHZbWCrtvvCJhJb8zvJDuQpV9Qs4XY4gBYp4mnHYOl-d-A/s200/19032011%2528004%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">19-Mar-2011</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7piQNcIpo3aA_fVN04ZF6UqGNj1mpw6fXXvrHORTegnW0tBB144DI_pZ0JWfQAV8gbAIstraYAPBWgL3VyjgpU7e8ZS3XFjpE3NSRyA-AElMVsgoYC68edCWK6HfG7Te42K467GN5Vxc/s1600/20032011%2528001%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7piQNcIpo3aA_fVN04ZF6UqGNj1mpw6fXXvrHORTegnW0tBB144DI_pZ0JWfQAV8gbAIstraYAPBWgL3VyjgpU7e8ZS3XFjpE3NSRyA-AElMVsgoYC68edCWK6HfG7Te42K467GN5Vxc/s200/20032011%2528001%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">20-Mar-2011</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">...and today on eve of 20-Mar-2011, this first flower on my fav. plant went to the feet of Riddhi Vinayak Ganpati Dada...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Good news : there are two more new buds growing on this plant now!!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div>Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-48779406242671176782010-10-29T11:52:00.000-07:002010-10-29T11:58:45.402-07:00Obama is coming..!!!My friend Darshan Dodia (@darshandodia) has twitted some real funny humorous tweets:<br />
<br />
<br />
* I<span class="entry-content">n name of God we clean our hearts; in name of festivals we clean our houses & in name of obama we clean our city !</span> <br />
<br />
* <span class="entry-content">Finally colaba gets a facelift; plants r now watered, streets cleaned, debris removed, dividers repainted. THANK YOU @<a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/obama" rel="nofollow">obama</a></span> <br />
<br />
* O<span class="entry-content">bama shld make this a yearly trip to india. Atleast that way govt will be on their toes abt nations security.</span><br />
<br />
Though it seems funny,we are like that only! In gujarati an idiom says "આગ લાગે ત્યારે જ કૂવો ખોદવા બેસે" meaning we start digging well when fire has already caught.We procrastinate. We don't care or bother at times or rather most of the times.<br />
<br />
Another point to this issue is we do things as they have to be done only when somebody is watching. I had read somewhere Quality is doing the Best when nobody is watching.Obama is coming,let's clean our city.Prime minister or president is going to come,clean the place, repair the roads, beautify the surroundings. Why such showiness? Can't we always maintain all these things in order when some VIP is not visiting? <br />
<br />
Also we are crazy lot. We revere celebrities like Gods. We treat them with utmost respect (and at times neglect the ones who truly cares for us).We get influenced easily.We have to learn maintaining self-dignity.We often forget about it when somebody of higher stature or position we come across.We shall treat every individual with same respect and care.<br />
<br />
We need to stop being hypocrite and learn to be our true selves. God give us all power to do this!Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-70259907646185146252010-08-28T01:44:00.000-07:002010-08-28T01:46:23.510-07:00Govinda Aalaa Re…<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Hey, I am not talking about Bollywood film star Govinda. I am talking about ‘Govinda’ who burst the Dahi-Handi or Matki on Janmashtami Day. (For those who even don’t know what Janmashtami is – it was the day or rather night on which Shree Krishna was born. The next day is celebrated to enjoy this great event.)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">All Indian festivals have a hidden meaning behind it which we have forgotten today but we love to celebrate, enjoy and hence we celebrate all the Indian (and some of the foreign) festivals pompously, with lot of enthusiasm and at times with lot of money too! But some of the festivals we celebrate completely forgetting the very idea behind the festival only to have fun and may be for some other dirty motives. Dahi-Handi is such one festival.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>To celebrate Krishna’s birth is just one reason but why burst Dahi filled Matki? Do we know? There is an interesting story behind it. In Gokul, where lord Krishna spent his childhood there were lot of cows and there was lot of Butter produced. Neighbouring village of Mathura was ruled by demon Kans (Krishna’s maternal uncle) and all the butter produced in Gokul had to be exported to Mathura and the poor people and children of Gokul were unfortunate and could not enjoy their own home-grown Makkhan. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXVXswv-xIzRR7IZRWGHCNtFFGxqxgq2BC0q4K-9netoj8Rz5xMLNwVyhRiqF925CkJeaIHHwijVAHHuklHsV3nfQ3BZtGf-EF-hdFHf_kfvh1Fee80ot8RJYRvbE8hNxTl2UpHzT6Jk0/s1600/Govinda1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXVXswv-xIzRR7IZRWGHCNtFFGxqxgq2BC0q4K-9netoj8Rz5xMLNwVyhRiqF925CkJeaIHHwijVAHHuklHsV3nfQ3BZtGf-EF-hdFHf_kfvh1Fee80ot8RJYRvbE8hNxTl2UpHzT6Jk0/s200/Govinda1.jpg" width="186" /></a><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When Krishna came to know about this, he made a plan. This Makkhan or butter was stored in the Matkis tied in the homes of Gokul-niwasees. So what Krishna did was, he gathered his Gowala-friends (or Govinda) and made pyramid like structure and burst this Matkis filled with Butter (or Dahi which is not actually the correct translation of butter) and shared it with all his Gowala-friends so that it was consumed before being exported to Mathura. This was even the poor Gowala-Friends of Krishna who could not afford to have Makkhan, got to eat it! What a noble cause and what a great task! </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><br />
But today, we celebrate Matki utsav with the prizes of Lakhs of Rupees. Who gains out of it? Sometimes Govindas are not even awarded with the prize money announced. The gain is of Politicians who have made the festival a dirty celebration by associating large sums of money with it and by making the whole city a battle ground on this day. <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2xFL8MfRcu82FIxo3A95CpUZYBSv0GOcEDFTjQDrRCevPOxp0u9QzJ2vlaVZlkOx-sUjBnc8IbZlS-bvfp9kE2xhHamSS07rVzgRLqsGAro1alKhawugO2dlZ5qRVvfbyHO1Vy8pIpsA/s1600/Govinda2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2xFL8MfRcu82FIxo3A95CpUZYBSv0GOcEDFTjQDrRCevPOxp0u9QzJ2vlaVZlkOx-sUjBnc8IbZlS-bvfp9kE2xhHamSS07rVzgRLqsGAro1alKhawugO2dlZ5qRVvfbyHO1Vy8pIpsA/s200/Govinda2.jpg" width="131" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>This year there is a prize of Rs. 25 Lakhs announced for bursting the Dahi-handi and that’s not all. There is going to be Gold Dahi-handi, bollywood stars, Laavani Dance shows, DJ, Prizes of Mobile and ambulance and plethora of other attractive prizes. What is all these for? Enjoyment, fun. And Politicians purely have ulterior motive of getting mileage and publicity. They encourage higher and higher pyramids made by Govindas (There has to be ten or more layers for 25 Lakh prize money this year) but if a Govinda dies or accidentally looses his limb or becomes handicap no politician would go and look after him and his family. There are insurance going to be provided to Govindas this year but what about the loss of life or a limb of a human being? </div><br />
There are other problems like Traffic Jam, tussle between two or more Govinda groups, Drunk Govindas driving rashly and carelessly on streets causing accidents or other untoward incidents and more. <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_QuvxzdEsdinbzLSvRklUzwpY34LFf1LbYiqmoGE0mLprl55GfdPKnZiJeq9zCH-k30nFTYp01Gln_wUJIfjDZSXPVgM4zYlhcxIIZbasThzfha7yDcEWm9BgX-mKPtB-qNgQ6eatWs/s1600/Govinda4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_QuvxzdEsdinbzLSvRklUzwpY34LFf1LbYiqmoGE0mLprl55GfdPKnZiJeq9zCH-k30nFTYp01Gln_wUJIfjDZSXPVgM4zYlhcxIIZbasThzfha7yDcEWm9BgX-mKPtB-qNgQ6eatWs/s200/Govinda4.jpg" width="200" /></a>How women can be left behind? This is equality-age and this year even women Govinda Teams will burst Matkis and have claimed equal amount of prize money.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><br />
<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
<br />
I love all Indian festivals and love celebrating them with enthusiasm and great fervour but hate this indecent, abnormal urbanized avatar of them.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-49531616422158982852010-08-03T11:43:00.000-07:002010-08-03T11:43:13.095-07:00Sachin Tendulkar Book controversyA few days ago I came across a news piece on Sachin Tendulkar's autobiographical type book with collection of some rare pictures of his life. There were many salient features of this book such as only ten copies of this book were going to be published and they were priced at a whopping price of around Thirty Seven Lakh Indian rupees.(only good part was this whole amount was supposed to go for charity purpose) but <br />
the main attraction (?) of this book was that each copy of the book was supposed to contain Sachin Tendulkar's autograph with his own blood! <br />
Now this made me restless! I thought how Sachin Tendulkar could have agreed to do such a stunt? Though neither I am a sports person nor do I have any special liking for cricket, I surely have special respect for Sachin. He most certainly is a great Indian personality and is also a good human being. So definitely this piece of news about his blood-signed book made me think negative about the whole idea and Sachin himself. Look at the media power! It can surely change perceptions. I was not happy about this news.<br />
After reading this news in all major newspapers, finally there was clarification by Sachin Tendulkar himself that he had not agreed to sign copies of this book with his blood and this false piece of information was complete rubbish. Now came the clarification from the publishers that they were misunderstood and misquoted by the media. If such was the case why the clarification came by Sachin first? This was a cheap publicity stunt. Even for a good cause one shall not rely on such petty measures. Media also has a responsibility. It shall verify the facts before publishing news but in today's cut throat competition that cares about veracity of any news item? 'We shall be the first to break the news' is the mantra of any news agency, news paper.<br />
Thank God Sachin didn't sign the book with his blood!Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-12810762129989694662010-06-06T04:45:00.000-07:002010-06-06T04:45:17.220-07:00My Tweets during Mar - May 2010...Last week thr was a program-talk cndcted in a school in Bharuch on my book 'Mahek'-I was phone-interviewd 4 it.Felt vry good! <br />
6:14 AM Mar 2nd <br />
<br />
Didnt go 2 office as I ws nt feelin well ystrdy.Saw Natrang marathi film in the eve.vry good film,music,location,theme,dance.I liked it. <br />
6:18 AM Mar 6th <br />
<br />
Busy wid the work on my fifth gujarati book 'Internet Corner' series.Wd finish a day or two. <br />
6:27 AM Mar 6th <br />
<br />
Enjyd anther superb marathi film 'Harishchandrachi factory'.Simply loved it.Language nvr bcme barrier in enjyin a gr8 wrk of art of any form <br />
4:51 AM Mar 7th <br />
<br />
The workload in office affects your mood and vice versa.Ideally it shouldn't.why can't v follow all we undrstnd? <br />
5:36 AM Mar 11th <br />
<br />
How good U feel when U make others feel good..!Why then we all not always do things that make others happy? <br />
8:12 AM Mar 12th <br />
<br />
After two holidays of the weekend why still ye dil maange more..?!I always feel yet so mny things 2 cmplete.1more holiday shd hv bn there.. <br />
8:04 AM Mar 14th <br />
<br />
Saw a movie Ramchand Pakistani ystrdy.Very beautiful short film.Nice location,costumes & vry good theme.Also enjoyed Metro again. <br />
8:06 AM Mar 14th <br />
<br />
Tdy was the silver jubilee of my blog-based gujarati column in JanmabhoomiPravasi.Also news of 2nd &3rd edition of my books got published. <br />
8:12 AM Mar 14th <br />
<br />
Tdy I was eagerly waiting for JanmabhoomiPravasi.Newspprwalla threw 4 othr pprs bt frgt 2 put Janmabhoomi only!Finlly I gt it in the eve. <br />
8:16 AM Mar 14th <br />
<br />
While shopping for GudiPadwa ystrdy broke my leg @ Devii jewellers,Andhri.Can't evn walk properly.Had 2 tk leave frm offc 2.sitting @ home ! <br />
11:24 PM Mar 16th <br />
<br />
My loving mom applyin turmeric-salt-water paste on my swollen leg.How caring & loving moms are!Paste may or mayNot work bt my mom's love wd! <br />
10:30 AM Mar 18th <br />
<br />
It was World HouseSparrow Day tdy & I celebrated it!wd every dy put a small pan filled wth wtr 4 my fav brd sparrow & othrs.Pls save Nature. <br />
11:06 AM Mar 20th <br />
<br />
Watched LSD tdy mornin or rather wasted my precious mornin hrs.DevD & NoSmoker lovers would like it!Ppl mk anythin in name of offbit.A pity! <br />
12:58 AM Mar 21st <br />
<br />
Having fast & accompanying ur frnds 4 lunch @ subway joint is difficlt!Hd 2 c thm eatin nice-lukin,temptin sndwchs &fill myslf wid jst chip! <br />
12:30 AM Mar 24th <br />
<br />
Charges of food items @ joints like pizzahut,CCD,subway etc. r more 4 the ambience thr.It's cool,hip,young & relyxin!Prfct plc 2 pass time! <br />
12:38 AM Mar 24th <br />
<br />
A genuine smile can make ur day at the same time a statement or a question can make u feel really really bad ... <br />
4:50 AM Mar 25th<br />
<br />
Travellin long dist generates a kinda excitement...specially whn u r goin to meet ur wife aftr almost a month!Leavin 4 mahesana tonight. <br />
5:00 AM Mar 26th <br />
<br />
Have come here for my wife's Seemant(GodBharai) but would not be able 2 c the ceremony as husband can't c this ritual.Strange ritual! <br />
1:42 AM Mar 27th <br />
<br />
Aftr a lng time attnded an evenin Aarti in a temple.Somnath temple @Mahesana.I feel a cosmic energy flowin thru me whnevr I attend Aarti. <br />
6:06 AM Mar 27th <br />
<br />
Loud noise of gongs in an Aarti seems like sweet music to my ears.In Mumbai when does one get time to attend Aarti in a temple?But One shd. <br />
6:09 AM Mar 27th <br />
<br />
As I was in Mahesana whr 'EarthHour' was not follwd,I followd it in my own way.switchd off mobile.went 2 terrace & sat,walked & talked alone <br />
8:17 AM Mar 27th <br />
<br />
Mahesana 2 Ahmdbad is 2 hrs jrny.I wnted 2 go by bus sittin.Bt sundy rush so all buses came jampackd.Took pvt jeep.It gt punctured halfway! <br />
5:59 AM Mar 28th <br />
<br />
Goin frm Mahesana 2 Ahmdbd in a jampacked bus now standing.Hope I reach in time & don't miss my train frm Ahmdbd 2 Mumbai! <br />
6:01 AM Mar 28th <br />
<br />
Caught train frm Ahmdbd in a filmy style!9:5 ws trains dept. time & I rchd pltfrm @ 9 & hd 2 run entire lngth of train 2 ctch my lst coach! <br />
9:21 AM Mar 28th <br />
<br />
Erly mornin my colleagues fooled me skillfully!I enjyd!Thn I also teamed up & fooled anthr teammmbr Antik!Sch inncnt prnks dn't hrm & r ok! <br />
8:23 AM Apr 1st <br />
<br />
It is so embarassin to keep smbdy waitin 4 u. Antik, sorry 2 keep u waitin 4 half-an-hour... <br />
11:59 PM Apr 2nd <br />
<br />
Pampered myself with a designer haircut @ JavedHabib's.Got a new hip kewl hairstyle!I wanna maintain it 4 a lng time this time.Gud exprnce! <br />
12:25 AM Apr 4th <br />
<br />
Aftr more thn 15days break due to hurting my leg,would strt gym again.Bck 2 Normal routine now after 3 days grt holidays!Gud Nite... <br />
12:00 PM Apr 4th <br />
<br />
Goin 4 a movie in theater (WellDoneAbba) after a long time!Its a diff & nice experience to enjy a movie in theater... <br />
5:52 AM Apr 5th<br />
<br />
Wht a film WellDoneAbba is!so mny messgs givn 2 society in a simple,light yet touchy way! Well Dn BenegalSaab! Well dn Boman,Minisha&Samir! <br />
10:09 AM Apr 5th <br />
<br />
Sm ppl talk & speak so loudly in bus/train.A lady on last seat is blabberin & disturbin all.A truly loud-mouthd woman! <br />
10:15 AM Apr 5th <br />
<br />
Added twitter application on my facebook so now My Tweets can be read from my facebook page as well... <br />
10:56 AM Apr 6th <br />
<br />
Enjoyd bhajji,sandwish & chai in MaitriBen & DeepaBen's cmpny @ jbims canteen.rmembrd my MBA days.School&College life is bst period of life! <br />
11:25 AM Apr 7th <br />
<br />
Got vry late from offc tdy.Hope 2 have a kool weekend.The week was quite hectic @ work.Wanna relyx for 2 days now! <br />
9:34 AM Apr 9th <br />
<br />
Goin 4 a re-union of my school friends.Would see most of them aftr 15 years!I think it wd b grt fun meetin pals of my alma-mater... <br />
8:38 AM Apr 10th <br />
<br />
Why weekend has to pass so fast??Did gym,read newspprs,met my school sir,surfd net,took a nap & wd c hindi play Chanakya now...bsy sunday! <br />
6:12 AM Apr 11th <br />
<br />
Chanakya - A good political,historical,hindi play...Very good performance by Manoj Joshi.I enjoyed!Good end of the weekend.Good night... <br />
10:59 AM Apr 11th <br />
<br />
First thing I do aftr wakin up everymornin is chant:karaagre vasate laxmi karamadhye saraswati karamoole tu govind prabhaate kar darshanam. <br />
12:41 AM Apr 14th <br />
<br />
I actually see laxmi at top of my hands,saraswati in middl and krishna at the bottom.wht can be better to start day than remembrin them?? <br />
12:44 AM Apr 14th <br />
<br />
Thr r 2 more shlokas I chant everymorning,2nd:samudra vasane devi parvata stanamandalai: vishnupatni namastubhyam paad sparsham kshamasva me <br />
12:48 AM Apr 14th <br />
<br />
3rd shloka in Trikal sandhya: Vasudev sutam devam kansa chaanuramardanam devaki paramaanandam krushnam vande jagat gurum... <br />
12:50 AM Apr 14th <br />
<br />
Ystrday a gujju play with my voice was aired on AllIndiaRadio Samvaadita.But due to me being in Gujarat,I cld nt hear it.Dad has recorded it <br />
1:08 AM Apr 15th <br />
<br />
Its hot like hell here in Gujarat.In M'bai,sitting in AC offc all day long,can't mk out hw summer is & dn't evn wanna knw!! <br />
10:17 PM Apr 15th <br />
<br />
Have enjoyd many movies on the first day of release @ WideAngle - Mahesana.One more tdy:PaathShaalaa.With beloved wife & in-laws. <br />
8:39 AM Apr 16th <br />
<br />
Enjoying the overnight journey from Mahesana to Borivali in Aravali Xpress.Intrnt srfin,Readin&Music.Who says U cant enjy a jrny alone? <br />
8:43 AM Apr 17th <br />
<br />
Rehearsing 4 my gujarati play OmShreeMadBhagwat after a long time!V r doin 37th shw on Fri. @ Kalidas,Mulund... <br />
9:32 AM Apr 21st <br />
<br />
Goin 2 Mulund 4 my 37th show of OmShreemadBhagwat.we hv done shows in almost all theaters of Mumbai.Tdy 1st time @ kalidas.Excited! <br />
6:16 AM Apr 23rd <br />
<br />
I am reading The Professional by SubrotoBagchi & a Gujarati novel 'Karmachaari' by JeetendraThakkar prsntly aprt frm daily doses of <br />
newspprs <br />
1:14 AM Apr 25th <br />
<br />
Trying to link twitter with my facebook page.Hope I succeed...#fb <br />
12:12 PM Apr 28th <br />
<br />
So mny things 2 do & so littl time!I wnt 2 lrn drivin but gym,office & other activities dn't let me do it!Hope I m able 2 do it in May..#fb <br />
12:43 PM Apr 28th <br />
<br />
Enjoying GoGreen even. orgnisd by my compny with Rahul vaidya's sweet musical songs... <br />
8:06 AM Apr 30th <br />
<br />
Ranakpur Exprss sucks!since lst 2 hrs it has rchd mumbai but movin like a snail & it hs stopped jst bfor borivali since lst 15 min..bored!! <br />
9:54 PM May 2nd <br />
<br />
Stranded due to stupid motormen strike..lakhs of travellers by mumbai local railway on streets now...me came upto andhri by bus.hp 2 rch Mld <br />
9:11 AM May 3rd <br />
<br />
@ant1k By putting lakhs of commuters in stranded state whatever action motormen have taken do not make them wise anyway.They r surely stupid<br />
2:53 AM May 4th via web in reply to ant1k<br />
<br />
@ant1k Also their strike is just for the purpose of pay hike.Not unfav. work condition.So u have to update urself first bfor tweeting... <br />
2:55 AM May 4th via web in reply to ant1k<br />
<br />
waitin 4 my office bus since lst 20min. + headache = not feeling good <br />
6:38 AM May 6th <br />
<br />
Shouted at my mother on 'Mothers Day' today and now feeling bad about it...'Sorry Mom' I wd say & she wd forgive me.Why mothers r so good?? <br />
1:45 AM May 9th<br />
<br />
Internet Surfing is addictive.Evrytime I decide I will sit 4 half an hour only and I end up spending more than an hour & still not satisfied <br />
11:53 AM May 13th <br />
<br />
Mom,wife & sistrs r awy frm home.Me & dad havin mixed feelings of liberty & missing them.Also realizin women r really grt! <br />
9:43 AM May 20th <br />
<br />
I dont know how to cook,wash clothes,utensils,keep the home clean etc.etc.I strongly feel I shall learn all these,now whn my fmily is away.. <br />
9:47 AM May 20th <br />
<br />
I wanna learn driving a bike and car too.I guess I would join a car training school soon... <br />
9:48 AM May 20th <br />
<br />
The new shfit concept in my office is amazin!for 10 days I have 2 go at 12noon.10 days @ 8am & 10days @9.30...Its cool,I liked it! <br />
10:47 PM May 20th <br />
<br />
I witnssd a terribl accidnt of a rickshaw getting skid & turned upside down in BKC.Hope driver & passngrs r safe. <br />
11:11 AM May 25th <br />
<br />
Heard abt Hindu-Muslim riots being strted again in Gujarat.Why cnt v humans live in peace rathr whn politicians wud let us live peacefully <br />
9:18 PM May 26thVikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-86235410915255581042010-05-23T03:37:00.000-07:002010-05-23T03:37:57.768-07:00Let's Grow Up...Every morning I take a bus from Bandra station to reach my office at Bandra Kurla Complex. There is a long queue at the bus stop, if buses do not come one after the other in time. Usually there are BEST officers at this bus stop to manage the queue and discipline. But one day they were not present. I was standing in the queue and bus came little late and stood little ahead than the place where it should have stopped. 5-6 people got in to the moving bus even before it came on the stop. Few more people who were not in the queue ran along with the bus and as soon as bus stopped tried to get in before all of us who were standing in the queue in the scorching heat for a long time.<br />
Why are we such a lot? Why do we always need somebody to supervise us?<br />
Didn’t those people who got into the bus without standing in the queue see us? Didn’t they know we were all standing in the queue from a long time and trying to maintain discipline? They should have at least respected that fact and should have waited till we all got in and then they should have boarded the bus. But the BEST officer was not present. So they took advantage of that fact and breached the discipline, broke the rules and didn’t care about the queue.<br />
When would we get mature? I feel sad when we show apathy towards normal code of conduct in public. People spit anywhere on the roads, throw garbage, food and chocolate wrappers without thinking about it for a second.<br />
These days there is a new trend in Mumbai. Every Monday night you will find lot many people on the S.V.Road walking bare feet individually or in groups. They start from Meera road, Dahisar, Borivali or Malad or Andheri or any suburb on western side and walk all the way up to Dadar to have darshan of <i>Siddhi Vinayak</i>. Now I don’t know how many of these genuine <i>Ganesh Bhakts </i>are. Many youngsters walk all this long distance only because their friends are walking. It is like a picnic for them. There are many noble people who serve these <i>Ganesh bhakts </i>water, ice creams, food etc. etc. at regular intervals along the entire path from Borivali to Dadar. They give these things in plastic cups. And the Ganesh bhakts after eating and drinking throw the plastic cups without thinking for a moment on the road. I have seen this many times and have got shocked to see their ignorance and apathy. Plastic is anyway harmful for the environment but the garbage they throw on the road makes our city dirtier and worse. I want to appeal the noble donors that they shall keep dustbins near their stalls where they offer the food, drinks etc. BMC shall also put dustbins at regular intervals on S.V. Road where people can throw garbage.<br />
I think we all play some part in creating awareness about cleanliness and code of conduct at the public places. Teachers shall teach about it in the school and colleges. Parents shall talk about it with their children and they should first themselves follow the same so that their children can learn it from their behaviour. We educated people shall try to prevent ignorant and illiterate people from doing wrong in polite and good manner when we observe such thing at public place. Let’s all contribute towards this good cause and make our city and country a better place for living!Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-34812787426256822432010-04-21T23:17:00.000-07:002010-04-21T23:19:49.319-07:00Effective CommunicationI saw Hindi movie <em>PaathShaalaa</em> recently. The movie started with title credits. There were three things simultaneously going on, on the screen. There were names of main actors and of the people who would have worked day in day out for making this movie, being flashed on the screen with red big fonts. The images of newspaper clippings containing recent news related to schools & students (mostly or almost all) negative in nature like 'A student commits suicide’,’ A teacher beat student to death' etc. etc., were being flashed in the background. And at the same time, a nice music track was being played in the background. Now a normal human being can concentrate on one thing at a time. My attention was on reading the news item clippings and I missed reading all important names of people involved in making this movie. At the end of the movie as audience do not wait an instant after the movie is over so there also I could not read the names & credits. I didn't know who directed the movie and who produced it. This was major communication failure. <br />You should see how title credits are given in <em>Shyam Benegal </em>directed "<em>Well Done Abba</em>". Along with the picture of a well (central theme of this movie) was displayed with photograph and name of each and every character of the movie along with his or her real name. What a great idea! By this way director has also given due credit to all actors. And audience can also read and know each actor's real name. This is classic example of effective communication.<br />When you communicate with somebody the idea or message should reach the person or group clearly then only the communication is successful.<br />While making a corporate power point presentation also one has to use as simple a template as possible. If you use gaudy background or very flashy template, the central idea or message of the presentation may get lost.<br />Hope I communicated properly and my idea/message has reached you, dear blog-Reader!Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-22795217626506305562010-03-24T11:42:00.000-07:002010-03-24T12:01:29.542-07:00Earth Hour This Saturday...Batti Bandh Please!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmKXxcSAnHYqPvfYhoH9yR1iKlxatWVbSn9XsT92Z7Y_7R3WaoiJVy-OkvG0BZTSD1kOLADVIoKf8On5gi-kUX0SMKOK3Jg8kbgWo5X7ey1CVLs45hyphenhyphen8na7w4i1ZDgYdA7mTVmNdwf_e4/s1600/mailer23march.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmKXxcSAnHYqPvfYhoH9yR1iKlxatWVbSn9XsT92Z7Y_7R3WaoiJVy-OkvG0BZTSD1kOLADVIoKf8On5gi-kUX0SMKOK3Jg8kbgWo5X7ey1CVLs45hyphenhyphen8na7w4i1ZDgYdA7mTVmNdwf_e4/s400/mailer23march.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452274046273033490" /></a><br /><br /><br />Citizens from across the globe, in hundreds of cities around the world are switching their lights off on March 27 , 2010 for one hour, from 08:30 PM to 09:30 PM, to raise their voice against Climate Change.India is also going to be one of the participants of this program.Tell your family, friends and colleagues about WWF Earth Hour, and ask them to join in and switch off for a healthy planet. <br /><br />If you are thinking what would one do during this dark one hour...then my friends....there is lot that can be done...just a few creative thoughts... <br /><br />---> You may sit with your family members and can have a candle - light talk/dinner/ antakshari session...!!! <br />---> You may convince your other locality friends and play some game in your area in this dark hour! <br />---> Sleep! (its winter so fans are anyway not required!) <br />---> Don't do anything ...!just sit idle/ meditate/ make the plans for what to do onthe new year eve! <br />---> Talk with your other friends/relatives on your phone/mobile <br />---> Anything which you can think of doing in the darkness!!! <br /><br />Please be a part of this drive...and spread awareness about Climate Change/Global Warming....save energy...and Be Responsible.....!!! <br /><br />Read my previous posts on past Earth Hour initiatives at :<br /><br />http://vikasgnayak.blogspot.com/2009/03/batti-bandh-switch-off-on-28-mar-2009.html<br /><br />http://vikasgnayak.blogspot.com/2007/12/batti-bandh-on-15-dec-2007.htmlVikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-29691887601636812022010-03-23T09:01:00.000-07:002010-03-23T09:02:53.748-07:00Today's Politicians Vs Mahatma GandhiI saw Mayawati's pictures in the newspaper with the garland of currency notes worth of Lakhs of Rupees. The report said just a week back she was presented with the same kind of Crore Rupee worth garland and a leader of her party also announced that Behenjee will be now greeted with same type of currency note garlands in all future occasions. This is the same Mayawati who had been in news a couple of months back for getting erected crores of rupees worth statues in her state Uttar Pradesh. (When our leaders would be in news for all the right reasons?)I could not help myself from drawing a comparison between today's leaders like Mayawati and the great father of the nation - Gandhijee. 'Dalit ki Beti' became 'Daulat ki Beti' as rightly quoted in the newspaper and Gandhijee even left the routine clothes & chose to wear just the khadi dhoti for poor country people. Former the showcase of ostentation & wealth, latter true living-example of leadership. How can I even compare the two?<br />At least Mayawati did it publicly. (Again let me clarify, by no way I am trying to justify wearing garlands of currency notes. I strongly oppose this idea.) There are so many other politicians (I will not use the word ‘Leaders’) who do take bribes under the table and are totally corrupted. <br />There is another breed of politicians who simply love to remain in news for all wrong reasons. A couple of days back, BNHS (Bombay Nature History Society) head-quarter was attacked and the word 'Bombay' in the name was replaced in the night by some shiv sainiks (how can they be called sainiks. Do they protect people in anyway?) by a board with a board bearing word 'Mumbai' in Marathi script. What good it will do to public at large? They just want to be in limelight by keeping the flame of their so called Marathi-issue burning. Do they think that this kind of acts will help them increase their vote bank? Strong supporter of Marathi-cause Raj Thackerey, even after a few years of the name change 'Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus'(CST) from old 'Victoria Terminus'(VT) kept referring to CST as VT in his public address not single time but multiple times. This is clear example of his double standards. The issues created by his sena or shiv sena are simply vote bank gimmicks and they have nothing to do with true Marathi pride or whatever they claim. Children of some of these sena workers are not studying in Marathi but English medium schools. They keep protesting people from other states, caste and communities coming to Mumbai and threaten organizations and companies to give priority to local Maharashtriyans but have hired non-Marathi people personally in their houses and offices according to recent news. Mahatma Gandhi practiced what he preached. But why again am I even talking about a legendary like him while discussing about the petty politicians of today. There can not be any comparison between them.<br />I wish younger lot among today's political field players like Rahul Gandhi, Sachin Pilot, Milind Deora, Agatha Sangama come forward and do some good work to take India at a new height of development and success.Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-72941260878897547122010-03-05T03:41:00.000-08:002010-03-05T04:01:01.131-08:00My Tweets in Jan - Feb 2010...* Happy New Year to all the Twitters!!! Happy 2010... <br />11:46 AM Dec 31st, 2009 <br /><br />* What a unique way to start a new fresh year!I have almost completed 2 shows of my play out of 21 tobe performed in a row in 7days...enjoyin! <br />5:42 AM Jan 1st <br /><br />* 5th shw of our Bhagwat play attended by VaishnavGuru VaishaliBetiji.She blessed us all & liked our shw.we all r vry happy! <br />6:55 AM Jan 2nd <br /><br />* 3days of Bhagawat Mahayagna almost over. <br />6:29 AM Jan 3rd <br /><br />* 3days of Bhagawat Mahayagna almost over.V have finished 8 shows in a row & yet 13 more to go!v r completely 'Bhagawatmay'!Bhagwat rocks! <br />6:32 AM Jan 3rd <br /><br />* Almst the entire team of Bhagwat is staying at bunglow in Borivali.It's like picnic & loads of fun!fighting 4 bathroom now..! <br />7:11 PM Jan 3rd <br /><br />* Having group break-fast, lunch or dinner is so much fun!Maharaj made a tasty dinner lst night&nice theplas for breakfast now! <br />8:38 PM Jan 3rd <br /><br />* It's a mammoth task 2 do 21shows in 7days in a row.Lot mny un4seen things nvr-thot-of crops up.Bt v completd 13shws alrdy.Hop 8mr go nicely <br /><br />* Since last four days we are cut-off from the outside world & r living a new diff life.completd 14 shows of Bhagwat in lst 4dys.7 more 2 go <br />6:37 AM Jan 5th <br /><br />* Rehearsing @2 in the night for tmrw's 2 hindi shows of 'Bhagwat' aftr havin group-dinner with team.last 2 days of our mahayagna left now! <br />1:13 PM Jan 5th <br /><br />* Last night here @Mangalya Bnglows & we-bhagwat team having grt time!tmrw last day of our Bhagwat Mahayagnya.We wd miss being tgthr a lot... <br />12:00 PM Jan 6th <br /><br />* 21st show of OmShreemadBhagwat will start in a few minutes!In a few moments 7 day Mahayagnya will b ovr.we wd miss it like anythin! <br />7:17 AM Jan 7th <br /><br />* I felt as if I hv cm into a new diff. World tdy aftr staying disconnected from routine life 4 Bhagwat Mahayagnya.feeling vry vry different! <br />5:09 AM Jan 8th <br /><br />* change is the only constant in life.wht wd we be & hw wd life be without change!we shd embrace change, for good... <br />5:12 AM Jan 8th <br /><br />* Though I enjyed evry bit of Bhagwat Mahayagnya - 21 continuous shows in lst 7 days,I feel relyxed now.evry thing shall come 2 a graceful end <br />5:16 AM Jan 8th <br /><br />* sight of setting,orange sun is so beautiful!Look like a bindi on sky's forehead!I guess I shd leave office early evrydy 2 enjoy this sight! <br />4:44 AM Jan 11th <br /><br />* A blind man with his stick was passing frm opp. Pltfrm on malad stn.Kind of funny & long stare a lady standing thr gave him made me laugh! <br />8:25 PM Jan 11th <br /><br />* Pretty excited to run in tmrw's marathon.goin now 2 cllct the running kit & feeling the flair here already on the way..! <br />2:25 AM Jan 16th <br /><br />* Oh this goodie-running-kit contains so many good items!I jst took a long walk on marin drv promend up2 chrnird flaunting my cute goodie bag! <br />5:09 AM Jan 16th <br /><br />* Its a wndrful experience 2 enjoy sunset sitting at marine drive.u feel as if u r in a diff. World! <br />5:10 AM Jan 16th <br /><br />* Yippeee...I am going 2 run Dream Marathon Mumbai'10...So mny othr runners in thier sports-corport wear on Malad stn as well as in the train! <br />5:59 PM Jan 16th <br /><br />* Mumbai has caught Marathon-fever!!!The excitement is in the air and in the spirit of Mumbai now!!! <br />6:01 PM Jan 16th <br /><br />* Marathon was a gr8 experience.After it I have become health conscious & started enjoying walking..! <br />5:38 AM Jan 19th <br /><br />* U feel good when u rise early & start ur day early in the mornin.A walk in fresh morning air charges u up!why I don't wakeup early everyday? <br />6:07 PM Jan 21st <br /><br />* Had an incredible experience enjoying 3D Avatar @imax wadala.Mst watch.Superb.Outstanding.Absolutely Amazing!See with ur family,a gr8 gift! <br />10:14 AM Jan 24th <br /><br />* Wearing smthin different ocassionally @ office gives gr8 change & a nice feeling!I always enjoy it!Tdy my whole team supprtd me!It ws fun!! <br />8:13 AM Jan 25th <br /><br />* Tdy me & my team wore white kurta-pajama & tricolor dupatta(specially designed for tdy) in the office.We got special attention by evrybdy! <br />8:10 AM Jan 25th <br /><br />* I love indian carnatic music vry mch.It has power 2 touch ur soul & tk u 2 a diff. World.enjyin MorningRaga songs now which r dear 2 my hrt!<br />Jan 25th<br /><br /><br />* Finally I got connected to internet thru my mobile while roamimg in gujarat.Feeling gr8!wd chk my mails & then tweet!ciao! <br />9:12 AM Jan 31st <br /><br />* Joined gym after more than 7 years from 1st Feb. All my muscles paining a lot today but hv no cmplaints abt it!Soon I will b in shape!!! <br />6:44 AM Feb 4th <br /><br />* 3rd edition of my first three gujarati books & 2nd edition of my 4th gujarati book r being publishd.Yippeee!I m 2 glad!! <br />7:17 AM Feb 4th <br /><br />* Why this happns always @busstop?whn we r waitin 4 a specific bus,it will nvr come 4 long time.At othr times same number bus comes in lots! <br />5:57 AM Feb 6th <br /><br />* This also happens invariably tht whn v hv 2 rch sm plc in time, we get late,get stuck in traffic & so on..! <br />5:58 AM Feb 6th <br /><br />* @antik: smbdy commented me on my tummy on annual day of NSE.That motivated me to join gym!Also I wanna sty fit... <br />7:42 AM Feb 6th <br /><br />* Jst visited a temple whr SandhyaAarti was going on.Dholak was being played by a lady & so were Manjiras.Aarti singer was too a lady.liked i! <br />7:48 AM Feb 6th <br /><br />* It's vry good tht Rahul Gandhi trvlld by m'bai locals bt he shd hv tried ctchin local frm malad durin mornin peak hrs.He cdn't ctch it only <br />8:33 PM Feb 7th <br /><br />* It's unfortunate tht 'My Name Is Khan' could not release in M'bai.I saw it tdy in Mahesana-Gujarat.It's a wndrful movie.Mst watch.Don't miss <br />9:50 AM Feb 12th <br /><br />* I was wrong in writing MNIK couldn't release in M'bai.But I m happy to knw that it did.It was 2nd slap on sena's face!Hope this wake them up <br />1:24 AM Feb 13th <br /><br />* @antik : look who is talking. Ishqiya ka plan banate waqt kisi ne mere baare me socha tha?btw, how was it? Or let me ask did u guys go 4 it <br />1:28 AM Feb 13th <br /><br />* Can u write ur mind truly & opnly on an open space like this?atleast i dont think i can!wht if the prsn about whom i write,read it? <br />6:55 AM Feb 16th <br /><br />* A good song /music can enhance ur mood!A song from khamoshi did it to me!I m cheerful & happy since morning! <br />11:48 PM Feb 17th<br /><br />* Two holidays of the weekend now!what a relief!How life would have been without weekend holidays,I wonder!! <br />8:05 AM Feb 19th <br /><br />* Going 2 attnd 9thGujarati Transmedia Films&Stage award night tdy with my dad.Would be thr between a gamut of gujju entertainment industry. <br />4:50 AM Feb 20th <br /><br />* Things gettin bck 2 normlcy in offc now.Omkar rtrnd aftr 2.5mnths typhoid brk.2new ppl joind my team.We got a new SnrMngr too... <br />8:24 AM Feb 24th <br /><br />* Today I spent the whole day with my loving wife Ami.Did holi darshan,learnt littl scooty drivin &saw kismatconn.day was good! <br />10:23 AM Feb 28th <br /><br />* Lst 2 lst holi @ GoraiBeach,lst holi with my OmShrimadBhagwat team..bt nt celebrtin holi this yr anywhr :-( nyway,Hppy&clrful Holi 2 all! <br />9:07 PM Feb 28thVikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-3975569005406765372010-02-23T10:48:00.000-08:002010-02-23T10:51:29.684-08:00Verdict of a gang rape case...A rape case verdict came in just two months time in a very controversial gang rape case of Surat in Gujarat. I was very glad to read this news when generally in India any legal battle takes years and many times the genuine people never get justice in their lifetime. Ruchika case recently in news is the best example of this. Even Neeraj Grover murder case or Shiny Ahuja rape case in spite of having been occurred in metro city like Mumbai yet continue with series of hearings only. Many such cases garner lot of media attention but then with time media interest fades and these cases creep into oblivion and get erased from public memory. How many of us remember about Abhishek Kasliwal case or Patrawala kidnapping and murder case? Many such cases do not see light of the day after a period due to lack of strong evidence or due to strong political link of the accused. In such a grave scenario, a gang rape case where a police officer's son and his other two friends are the criminals and the victim is a poor young girl of class12, getting verdict in the court of law is more than a welcome change.<br />Rape is the most heinous crime where the victim has to suffer the repercussions throughout life. Society is yet not mature enough to accept rape victims with grace which is a pity. Many such victims commit suicide or if the raper is influential then the life of victim becomes worse than hell.<br />Few days back I had read news on a rape victim nurse who had been raped 36 years ago in a hospital by a ward boy and she is in the comma till date. The ward boy mercilessly tied a metal chain in the nurse’s neck so that she could not shout and raped her. This caused the shocked and traumatized nurse to go into the comma. The ward boy was caught and was given the punishment of seven years imprisonment. But the poor nurse is still suffering with her life like a vegetable and after 36 years of this terrible incident yet she hangs between life and death. She was 28-29 years of age when she was raped and today she is above 60 and her family also has left her on her own. The hospital has given her a special ward and the nurses look after her.<br />Every day you read in the newspaper about some minor or some child getting raped these days. 2-3 days back I read about a young guy who went to some person for seeking a job and upon finding his 15year old daughter alone, forcefully entered the home and raped the girl.He was caught by the neighbours and later repented. It is a weak moment of impulse in which man commits such a gruesome and abhorable crime. <br />I feel girls today shall become bold and brave. In a situation like that of a rape in fact they shall become stronger and protest and defend themselves bravely. If they get frightened or scared, the Satan in the form of man will succeed in committing this inhumanly crime. But if the girl under attack protests and give a strong blow on the nose or a strong kick in between his legs, the rape may be avoided.<br />I would end this blog with the prayer to God to give sanity to all humans to be good with others around them and with the hope that like in the gang rape case of Surat, Indian judiciary system improves and give faster verdicts.Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-84745364551121590512010-02-19T11:43:00.000-08:002010-02-19T11:46:20.559-08:00Smile Always...I have the habit of listening to music while travelling by train. Even if I am writing my blog or reading something in the crowd of co passengers or while I am feeling the air on my face while standing on the footboard of the train, my nokia headphone earplugs are in my ears and some music is always on. I have a huge collection of my favourite tracks saved on my nokia phone which I play in random order. It’s fun to hear a song from your favourite collections only but which one that would be decided by the phone software! Sometimes it plays just the perfect songs which suit my mood at the time of listening. I keep adding a few new songs regularly to my favourite collection so that I get to hear new latest favourites as well.<br />Today I caught the train for going to office and started to play music. After a song or two, the familiar tune started to play which I had heard long time back. It was from one of my favourite movie <em>'Khamoshi - The Musical' </em><br />I had loved this movie a lot and today also whenever I watch it, I cry every time I see & enjoy it. The song was <em>'Re Moj me le chalo mil ke Baajaa Re Raja Podhe Sambhaal...</em>'.<br />What a brilliant idea was shared by Mr. Bhansali through this song. Those of you who have seen the movie would already know the sequence. And for those who have missed this beautiful emotional film, let me briefly tell you about the song. There is this Christian family consisting of five members: husband and wife both can neither speak nor hear their two cute children and the old wise and loving granny. The family is very fond of music & even though the couple is neither able to sing nor hear the melodious tunes emerging out of their piano, all of them count it as their precious possession. Granny sings some very beautiful songs and plays piano for her beloved grand children. Bad times come and the family has to decide to sell their proudly owned piano. Do children understand the complexities of life? They cry and are not ready to easily part with their favourite piano. Then comes this very nice song where granny explains the children in the language their little minds can understand. She asks the men taking away the piano to carry it slowly and with care as the king piano is sleeping she says! Then she tells her grandchildren not to cry as so far only she used to sing and play the piano but now entire world would enjoy the melodious tunes of that piano and would sing along! She even ask them to smile and bid a happy farewell to their beloved king piano. What a noble thought!<br />Kavita Krishnamurthy has done complete justice to this touchy song. The peak of the <em>aalaap</em> at the end of the song is a perfect graceful end when even the granny who consoled and convinced her grandchildren to be smiling all the times but who shall she share her grief with? This agony of her loss of the priced possession-the king piano makes her cry too and those feelings are expressed in the best way in the enthralling <em>aalaap</em> by kavitajee.<br />All I have to say at the end of the blog is keep saying <em>'All is well' </em>and keep smiling always!!!Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-61697227162262864052010-01-31T09:47:00.000-08:002010-02-02T11:22:58.688-08:00Quality experience in Shatabdi Express...Quality makes difference. In a regular long distance train in second sitting coach you can reach Ahmedabad from Mumbai in less than 200 Rs. while in AC chair car Shatabdi it would cost you 675 Rs. But you should have this experience once to understand how quality makes difference. I had to travel by Shatabdi a few days back and I started having a pleasure as soon as I boarded the train from Borivali. May be the train had recently got the new coaches. The new coach in which I got in had an airplane like look and feel. The wide thick glass window, transparent thick plastic or acrylic made overhead stand to keep your luggage, the pullable curtains, the lamps above your seat for use in dark or at night, the toilets, the door, the seats in 2s and 3s and the passage between them all the things were classy and would make you feel as if you are travelling in an airplane. Infact the speed of this train is also faster and it takes only 6 hrs to reach Ahmedabad while other regular trains take 9 hrs for the same journey.<br />It was early morning when I boarded the Shatabdi express and I could enjoy beautiful sun rise view near Vasai-Naaigaon creek. It was a marvellous experience to enjoy this sight from the thick glass-window seat of an AC coach of Shatabdi. Moreover we were served tea-coffee at this time only and the train slowed down so I perfectly enjoyed sun rise experience holding tea cup in one hand and newspaper in the other! I had hardly finished tea and the breakfast of Upma with coconut chuttney and bread slices with Jam & butter was served. My fellow passenger was a young guy from Mumbai with whom I enjoyed having discussion on varied topics from Pakistan to politics and movies to our school lives! He narrated an interesting activity from his school life. He had done his schooling in Rajasthan and every day in his school a student had to tell a small story in front of all fellow students. This not only gave students an opportunity to hear very good stories every day and thereby learn good lessons of goof life but also gave them a platform to speak thereby honing their oratory skills and boost their self-confidence. I feel every school shall follow this process. (Teachers or principals of any school reading this blog please try it out in your school!)<br />Chocolates and tetra pack of fruit juice served kept us refreshed while we were having interesting conversation. After some time my fellow passenger friend went to sleep and I started reading a short story book I was carrying. I overheard the conversation between an old lady and an old gentleman sitting right behind us. She was discussing traits of Gujarati community in general and was saying that she had studied in a Gujarati medium school. The thing that surprised me was that she was saying all these things in fluent English! She also informed the old gentleman that she liked reading good Gujarati literature books in her free time. I was impressed by this lady and introduced myself to her and gave her to read the book written by me for her feedback and review. I was carrying it because third edition of my books is being published soon and I had to finish proof-reading. She read some pages of the book and liked it. She also immediately recognized my father even though I have not mentioned anywhere in the book about he being a famous actor. She recognized him from my full name printed as author in the book and asked me about our gujarati folk drama-art Bhavai and discussed about it with the old gentleman sitting beside her.<br />Bread sticks with butter and tasty tomato soup came next immediately followed by not very delicious but ok-ok lunch and I ate so slowly that I missed ice-cream!<br />It was a very pleasing journey which ended with some responsible thoughts about two observations I made during this journey which I wanted to share with some railway authority also but which I could not as I didn't meet any of them after these thoughts occurred to me. One was about the water bottles. Every passenger travelling by Shatabdi is given a mineral water bottle which is already kept at his seat.70 passengers per coach in total 12 to 15 coaches (I didn't exactly count how many were there so it could be even more also) makes the count of bottles to around 840 to more than thousand! Now I noticed that more than half of these bottles were only half used and kept at the vacant seats when passengers left the train. If this water is not reused then it would be surely a significant loss. So I would request any concerned railway authority reading this blog or anybody who can make this message reach the right authority please do convey it to reuse this unused water and not waste it. Second observation I made was about the huge use of electricity in lighting more than 30 tubelights in my one coach only (please do the calculation for all the coaches of the train yourself now!) in bright day light. Since the time I got into the train till the instant I got down for more than six hours all these tubelights were switched on and there was no need of doing so when the sunlight entered through the thick glass and nobody had used curtains to stop it from illuminating the coach naturally. Even if alternate or a few tubelights are kept switched on during day time, it would save substantial amount of electricity/power. We all have to be responsible citizens now in order to survive on our mother earth before there is scarcity of the valuable resources like water and electricity. Spread the message and act now to save water and electricity!Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-20565543764681299902009-12-31T11:28:00.000-08:002010-03-05T03:41:41.045-08:00My Tweets in December 2009* Last day of 2009 spent in rehearsing 4 my play full day.we r doin 21 shows in jst 7 days thus startin 2010 with bang & in a unique way! <br /><br />* 5 point sm1 was 1 of the best novels I read.So is the movie by Hirani&Chopra.salute to them & chetan bhagat!must read&watch! <br /><br />* Twitting in the middle of smthin is fun.Enjoying 3idiots.A nicely made film.very good treatment 2 a novel.aamir ko mananaa padega! <br /><br />* Passing thru LBS marg in slw moving traffic.feeling nostalgic.used to travell by same route 4 my engineerin deg. colleg VESIT 9yrs ago. <br /><br />* Bookd tkts of 3idiots 4 7.30 shw 2 wtch it wid colleagues.Antik driving his car with max. Speed but mumbai traffic scks!we wd b late as usul <br /><br />* Decided to go 4 some work in the bank so woke up early and today only it had to be a bank holiday!why it always happens so??? <br /><br />* Readin ChetanBhagat's 2States 1Chptr at a time.Bcos I love Krish&Ananya's company&want 2 keep enjoying it 4 as lng as I cn!I love this book. <br /><br />* Rehearsals for Aum ShreeMad Bhagwat,my first gujju play,in full swing.21 shows in 7 days in a row from 1jan-7jan.wht a way 2 welcme 2010! <br /><br />* Today I went 2 Alibag by Ferri from gateway.It was very nice & kool experience.shaky shaky yet enjoyable 1 hr jrny.Had fun! <br /><br />* I love seeing the joy on people's faces.passing by a christian locality.evrybdy is in christmas festive spirit!Its so much fun! <br /> <br />* There is a striking similarity between Chetan Bhagat and Sumit Raghavan ('Sajan Re Jooth Mat Bolo' and 'Sarabhai Vs Sarabhai' actor)... <br /><br />* It seems hospitals have become routine in my life.In 2009 mom was admitted twice,ami thrice.I hope 2010 turns out to be better. <br /><br />* I reached Fr.Agnel church after it was closed but the security guy instrcted me not to light candle & opned church only 4 me!I was touched. <br /><br />* Walking on the skywalk at bkc is a kool experience!I always enjoy it.Infact it acts as a gr8 stress-buster for me!1.3KM dosn't seem 2 long!<br /> <br />* Today we performed rehearsal of our gujju play in front of well known gujju play director Kamlesh Mota. 21shows in 7days frm 1st Jan'10! <br /><br />* tatkal rail tkt bookin on irctc website nvr helps.site is damn slow & in a jiffy entire tatkal quota gets exhausted.2days 4 tatkal is 2 shrt <br /><br />* How strongly I felt to be with my wife tdy.She is thr in hospital in Mahesana,Gujrat-10 hrs away frm me,here in m'bai.Ami,gt well soon... <br /><br />* I simply love the smell and the feeling of air-conditioner in AllIndiaRadio bldg where I read gujrati news.Heavenly & amazing! <br /><br />* whole day passed in reading newspapers and surfing net.wanted to do many more things but couldn't.time flies... <br /><br />* I voted for Dev in the @Kingfisherworld Calendar 2010 Launch contest. http://bit.ly/7BO5i4 <br /><br />* Ystrday in a marriage reception,evrybdy wanted to shake hands & get a foto clickd with my dad-'NattuKaka'.I liked the feeling tobe with him. <br /><br />* Marriage of a close relative is fun event & ocassion 2 meet so mny relatives,friends & have a good time!Jst attended my cousins' in Gujrat <br /><br />* I like using time to the fullest hence hate waiting 4 smbdy/smthing 4 lng time.ystrdy hd 2 wait 4 my delayd bus 2 mumbai 4 more than 1 hour.<br /><br />* Travelling very long distance by bus,even though its luxury type,is very uncomfortable & tiring... <br /><br />* since last week or so,I daily walk 2-3 kms as a practice for running dream run mumbai marathon to be held next month... <br /><br />* I jst saw 2 unusual sights:A fat young LADY smoking & an aged MAN crying in front of his mom.In India these may be counted uncommon still.<br /><br />* Cats are so beautyful! Kittens are even cuter..their agileness,curiosity and sharp activeness drives me crazy!!! <br /><br />* ct scan equipment's rotating wheel @ nanavati hospital scared my mom but it looked like spinning washing machine to me! <br /><br />* Heard chanting of sanskrit shlokas in unison while passing by a school and felt very nice.reminded my school days...Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-53538433955657022562009-12-26T01:31:00.000-08:002009-12-27T10:51:32.214-08:00The Golden Temple at Amritsar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg354vKaNDY5K8CNYw0MdOCwQmEN3AL60xbYK0TADqNNt_khNB8tMpm4T_L46n1cE390_-D8n0tRwWI0D5qehPmrxsw6Neaf_vGAMG23rV4m6eqj0btvuKkwUx_Wxf56P6SH3qeIpx0pVg/s1600-h/DSCI0453+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg354vKaNDY5K8CNYw0MdOCwQmEN3AL60xbYK0TADqNNt_khNB8tMpm4T_L46n1cE390_-D8n0tRwWI0D5qehPmrxsw6Neaf_vGAMG23rV4m6eqj0btvuKkwUx_Wxf56P6SH3qeIpx0pVg/s200/DSCI0453+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419988202211235522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTobHc2YNIhSBNCvM_8N5g89fN6Nu4oImIHD39WNApULOiI0Edfex8zSD-4BsTNNLIDtDRSC0UC4juYaBYJRPNnw_5X-wIXBzcAHIqxN_1e_b-t2YyU7SihFARF0-TyiPf-JhSKmzTrM/s1600-h/DSCI0454+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTobHc2YNIhSBNCvM_8N5g89fN6Nu4oImIHD39WNApULOiI0Edfex8zSD-4BsTNNLIDtDRSC0UC4juYaBYJRPNnw_5X-wIXBzcAHIqxN_1e_b-t2YyU7SihFARF0-TyiPf-JhSKmzTrM/s200/DSCI0454+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419988194963783986" /></a><br /><br />Today I want to share my experience of visiting the Golden Temple in Amritsar. Actually I visit holy places of all the religions like church, mosque or a gurudwaaraa. And I don't intend to advocate any specific religion. But certain good things, some good rituals etc. I liked very much which I observed during my two visits to the Golden Temple in Amritsar. Hence this blog.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuP41tNK0nie-s8rgQuUv7ISKgLb6zsLy5KIVG68aAPRxbOn-bKkClE76QVPbJoXV8417oRwsP6xjcFkOZTqutcdnu5T0preCseIPmgQmpGoG4gt6wAyKx7_AKpu4Xh2BqlGFrms8r-CM/s1600-h/DSCI0458+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuP41tNK0nie-s8rgQuUv7ISKgLb6zsLy5KIVG68aAPRxbOn-bKkClE76QVPbJoXV8417oRwsP6xjcFkOZTqutcdnu5T0preCseIPmgQmpGoG4gt6wAyKx7_AKpu4Xh2BqlGFrms8r-CM/s200/DSCI0458+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986926348470994" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvdstbCV8EeSVkCHwijva1oEGzqUG2t3sAO5Jco9uQ_OfCCSSpOH53k2rSoRwuqkTDOs9Awe8Yep6lx5mxW3Mm6LqjF6cdV1x-a1bCQt26Dqfpm-UOs4xNCfcHcZoGx2mFcAW-Nd1LjzE/s1600-h/DSCI0455+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvdstbCV8EeSVkCHwijva1oEGzqUG2t3sAO5Jco9uQ_OfCCSSpOH53k2rSoRwuqkTDOs9Awe8Yep6lx5mxW3Mm6LqjF6cdV1x-a1bCQt26Dqfpm-UOs4xNCfcHcZoGx2mFcAW-Nd1LjzE/s200/DSCI0455+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986933738182418" /></a><br /><br />Amritsar is a very nice city. I visited it twice so as to see the temple made up of Gold as many of us might guess it to be from its name.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOm6t1owRu8ggyBaRzOSchT2NXrpeRjldKmZsfUChrRyjOZ-anVe3pEkJKshnj-gADG7wOz3tYx-h56UYPXJscIE4HGElDi9wk-Mka7VNI6Vx5y8o6XBj4-h5M_QQ6oV4n3o0vnxW5uQ/s1600-h/DSCI0456+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOm6t1owRu8ggyBaRzOSchT2NXrpeRjldKmZsfUChrRyjOZ-anVe3pEkJKshnj-gADG7wOz3tYx-h56UYPXJscIE4HGElDi9wk-Mka7VNI6Vx5y8o6XBj4-h5M_QQ6oV4n3o0vnxW5uQ/s200/DSCI0456+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986928560108914" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4AWL2WoWQIFM3jiKF6u_lYGJv5qEKX6AU2YxltNknjSVw6PsBsYZuG916pU7Nx-_c1zErYSnOf33icZWP0Pu2TnOJB1h8H0f_mY3grXEn4gDGUqUbrUZoHjFRy4nANpSkktVutGKCE4M/s1600-h/DSCI0465+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4AWL2WoWQIFM3jiKF6u_lYGJv5qEKX6AU2YxltNknjSVw6PsBsYZuG916pU7Nx-_c1zErYSnOf33icZWP0Pu2TnOJB1h8H0f_mY3grXEn4gDGUqUbrUZoHjFRy4nANpSkktVutGKCE4M/s200/DSCI0465+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986917019318882" /></a> I wanted to start my honeymoon journey visiting the holy golden temple first (also had read that Abhishek Bachchan & Aishwarya had also started their honeymoon after visiting Golden Temple first. That inspired me to do the same!) Second time I took my mom and sisters also along with my wife for darshan of this beautiful place of worship. Both these times my liking for this temple and the city Amritsar has grown more.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Mk8Cuk2BvSDxBr8CNWh_s4hT_Blj9POf7kb_C2iqzG5dfruMsNCrwazXdql8dIzrDEZHOdUtSCW-i5RdIrB8FwQanYnU46PAz1fI5RPeI_hdPcxxtBIYrCDgbhr918r4VO4YELHWEoU/s1600-h/DSCI0471+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Mk8Cuk2BvSDxBr8CNWh_s4hT_Blj9POf7kb_C2iqzG5dfruMsNCrwazXdql8dIzrDEZHOdUtSCW-i5RdIrB8FwQanYnU46PAz1fI5RPeI_hdPcxxtBIYrCDgbhr918r4VO4YELHWEoU/s200/DSCI0471+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986913792146450" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPPY_xK_NSvBKd44IEacUHyUE5iTdecGCVHNxLS_C2TLKzzdFvzEVf6EiiCEDFLTmrA5CD3Z__jHJSSWhkw_9wykJWbDdqoqgwfpDUrcIe-IowV2Pn5XeeAjiuu6YOZFosqfEpZKQk-uA/s1600-h/DSCI0476+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPPY_xK_NSvBKd44IEacUHyUE5iTdecGCVHNxLS_C2TLKzzdFvzEVf6EiiCEDFLTmrA5CD3Z__jHJSSWhkw_9wykJWbDdqoqgwfpDUrcIe-IowV2Pn5XeeAjiuu6YOZFosqfEpZKQk-uA/s200/DSCI0476+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986570661363394" /></a><br /><br />The golden temple is actually Harmandir Sahib Gurudwara visited by thousands of people daily. Some visit it with pilgrimage intentions while others as a tourist spot. Some others like me visit it out to feel mixed feelings of holiness & wonder. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpO97YcGsf3dTc5kM3nZGcf8k4Ai90Np9vLSTcBmkG3ODNqFGPB7pQUFE6yLc7AabJNDPjTOv2vvSCoQjlHVToSSGEFk3HUWwxbaidiZT1k6ayT1aoI2bC6gmeU5vnO8vKB8qi1Jfx1fU/s1600-h/DSCI0478+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpO97YcGsf3dTc5kM3nZGcf8k4Ai90Np9vLSTcBmkG3ODNqFGPB7pQUFE6yLc7AabJNDPjTOv2vvSCoQjlHVToSSGEFk3HUWwxbaidiZT1k6ayT1aoI2bC6gmeU5vnO8vKB8qi1Jfx1fU/s200/DSCI0478+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986565732429378" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJnl0Q6Uh8n5h1cyg7F0y_RYuL0cTJLEYtRj6o51U60VRGyQ9YqL5oOXKBsdD3ZXp7J1TmzcCheIuqgWzZt8hxu7wbCnSA5bVPkJG33Sd2CNokxIX8waJslhxKHovRsXmNvGqb9t5VDE/s1600-h/DSCI0483+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJnl0Q6Uh8n5h1cyg7F0y_RYuL0cTJLEYtRj6o51U60VRGyQ9YqL5oOXKBsdD3ZXp7J1TmzcCheIuqgWzZt8hxu7wbCnSA5bVPkJG33Sd2CNokxIX8waJslhxKHovRsXmNvGqb9t5VDE/s200/DSCI0483+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986562063381842" /></a><br />It has a very unique and beautiful architecture. The main central gurudwara is sitting in the middle of a holy & serene lake housing lot of big size gold fishes. The lake is surrounded by a marble-floored walkway on all four sides and by four different buildings on all four sides.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio88EkreQtZ7FezHQ0-UaygGpbgkj7xL0WtnDEn2nU1rrJDcP6iAzLVdtwBcxPLbFj9dC1CGehcLURqjBrd9RyRtJLE7qTng09w_fvV4YZBg5YJyZkCf1eY8RKLlWUnuFhZE-vuCauFRY/s1600-h/DSCI0490+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio88EkreQtZ7FezHQ0-UaygGpbgkj7xL0WtnDEn2nU1rrJDcP6iAzLVdtwBcxPLbFj9dC1CGehcLURqjBrd9RyRtJLE7qTng09w_fvV4YZBg5YJyZkCf1eY8RKLlWUnuFhZE-vuCauFRY/s200/DSCI0490+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986547876065474" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdik6CAS4XXHKAgIvXJT6us9rNhpXksi7r6ZCaDmE4T-hsPR8RvbF6bGRjt8TwFr2ohn5WskDdTQvcQ-gBVSkrcxs8Y22EipAwbbiqj2z7afOwlGgbd23w1N-OhPdeF5TtIYsCorJPFk/s1600-h/DSCI0487+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdik6CAS4XXHKAgIvXJT6us9rNhpXksi7r6ZCaDmE4T-hsPR8RvbF6bGRjt8TwFr2ohn5WskDdTQvcQ-gBVSkrcxs8Y22EipAwbbiqj2z7afOwlGgbd23w1N-OhPdeF5TtIYsCorJPFk/s200/DSCI0487+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986552535791826" /></a><br /> I loved walking through the entire square-shaped promenade with marble flooring very much. On a hot sunny day also your legs won't burn walking bare feet here. A most unusual sight even before we entered the temple was outside at the shoe-house where you have to keep your shoes before entering temple.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBdKLuEy7N1q4D029Hb4V7dQOKu4LbQtHQjni4Md3wkbpTUW4fxKgy9vL8PamoZbvhzKu4u3oKVwVIknfXRIxscg3bKFwusgtMy8ZwKpKZ1AX_mNQCJx8dvU52Cc2xCxEfofccxMYq6ds/s1600-h/DSCI0492+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBdKLuEy7N1q4D029Hb4V7dQOKu4LbQtHQjni4Md3wkbpTUW4fxKgy9vL8PamoZbvhzKu4u3oKVwVIknfXRIxscg3bKFwusgtMy8ZwKpKZ1AX_mNQCJx8dvU52Cc2xCxEfofccxMYq6ds/s200/DSCI0492+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986133623746706" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhx9EMqjTX5N3Oi6yjPio-2vmC5mAawI2kaHafxuWRxiFSLjpx9SDNAXgB-WI4YVUFd1xfM004RVFlzTXZUh-qt8lrT21W9bUhIyHSR62GQWry70Qr8cQG7YXV_lt3j76udNFJBuYzXw/s1600-h/IMG_1361+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhx9EMqjTX5N3Oi6yjPio-2vmC5mAawI2kaHafxuWRxiFSLjpx9SDNAXgB-WI4YVUFd1xfM004RVFlzTXZUh-qt8lrT21W9bUhIyHSR62GQWry70Qr8cQG7YXV_lt3j76udNFJBuYzXw/s200/IMG_1361+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986125528169746" /></a><br /> The old man offering service there literally took everybody's shoes in his hands and touched them on his head as if the shoes were some sacred holy objects! I felt strange. Later I realized that his intention in doing so might be to respect even the foot wares which brought people to this holy place for darshan. I could only think of this logic. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6sEPX7UmyJAqZtBeSEuo303kOdB9EtctriGICqjIdaz295JDnMSVTeEzurz17xED6Ul4E7xfDsBZDfUYp1n8qbt-J92CCIzzbIRPMFS-pfM5L2Ppbh9cJjwfELeYoNGsiGbWg3vUsY1c/s1600-h/DSCI0491+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6sEPX7UmyJAqZtBeSEuo303kOdB9EtctriGICqjIdaz295JDnMSVTeEzurz17xED6Ul4E7xfDsBZDfUYp1n8qbt-J92CCIzzbIRPMFS-pfM5L2Ppbh9cJjwfELeYoNGsiGbWg3vUsY1c/s200/DSCI0491+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986141897727202" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmWMkPUh_K9oB9dnv8H1yZTe3T9TXZImHjbK5qCrNn7E0cCOhpsDqinTLVpUNM0E2RPL8w5bRcpbxQ-m3a60jTd409gTWceHnIY5jo5NquA49gdj0I6AlFz2Wl-OV_hai08rD8vOhiUo/s1600-h/DSCI0498+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmWMkPUh_K9oB9dnv8H1yZTe3T9TXZImHjbK5qCrNn7E0cCOhpsDqinTLVpUNM0E2RPL8w5bRcpbxQ-m3a60jTd409gTWceHnIY5jo5NquA49gdj0I6AlFz2Wl-OV_hai08rD8vOhiUo/s200/DSCI0498+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986131517741874" /></a><br />And I observed that all the men and women offering the service at shoe-house did the same thing. After keeping your shoes you have to dip your bare feet in the water in the small tank like structure at the entrance of the temple. The touch of holy cold water on bare feet felt very nice.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9CSJtbdD_jGwDx8MGQZ87K_Y4V228bdXgp3j6nM4xwAfOYv8yeDJDrT_ytS5kVV4neBIWJSp23bfJlXoJlPTFDxttg4nTTSr8MKUC7DuND1AOsyt3qpNEoRwSrahLZ9VnqvvvJb3GUEg/s1600-h/IMG_1364+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9CSJtbdD_jGwDx8MGQZ87K_Y4V228bdXgp3j6nM4xwAfOYv8yeDJDrT_ytS5kVV4neBIWJSp23bfJlXoJlPTFDxttg4nTTSr8MKUC7DuND1AOsyt3qpNEoRwSrahLZ9VnqvvvJb3GUEg/s200/IMG_1364+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419986122682304466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj37aTgEUEFUpksu5lbIXhIEE-1bzQGLauqXnz5SMotp0hHIog4HASu5RaYHLMEqedS7MC5H9hvIhcbGHnmCFda7qqw3W-B4qu31jgmZVn1pmMhdnEbCSEOc-6pkTGiZY-CSQhsdLJ2lyM/s1600-h/IMG_1365+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj37aTgEUEFUpksu5lbIXhIEE-1bzQGLauqXnz5SMotp0hHIog4HASu5RaYHLMEqedS7MC5H9hvIhcbGHnmCFda7qqw3W-B4qu31jgmZVn1pmMhdnEbCSEOc-6pkTGiZY-CSQhsdLJ2lyM/s200/IMG_1365+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419985853897134706" /></a><br /> After this ritual you enter the temple premises. But one mandate for everybody is to cover their heads before entering the premises. Anywhere inside the temple surroundings, if you are found without a cloth above your head, you will receive firing from the volunteers or temple-keepers!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzda2-lndksYFsxuLy8M9k5u_FKSKvgXzs3QPpge78cdzBXb7nCZNz1NtypyB4FiZrSZk8h30O60zrjtVANDMpIYfKd4a7CViturRty645WwTB_7rCUMpYKqNgH-OecebQwpXBi45D9pw/s1600-h/IMG_1366+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzda2-lndksYFsxuLy8M9k5u_FKSKvgXzs3QPpge78cdzBXb7nCZNz1NtypyB4FiZrSZk8h30O60zrjtVANDMpIYfKd4a7CViturRty645WwTB_7rCUMpYKqNgH-OecebQwpXBi45D9pw/s200/IMG_1366+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419985846704552578" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUdDW3BzuawJQrMf7LkM_O-A6lPNjAP8b-IhpPO7ulfFjQkT2CPO8YwAyKtuhZ8-7RDDEB-wz_XJ2iEBboFjTck8rEiUaW0RG9exo02g4GBP8cFA3dZ-Yxkj77TuCn6QDJMTtxbdKrTtU/s1600-h/IMG_1375+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUdDW3BzuawJQrMf7LkM_O-A6lPNjAP8b-IhpPO7ulfFjQkT2CPO8YwAyKtuhZ8-7RDDEB-wz_XJ2iEBboFjTck8rEiUaW0RG9exo02g4GBP8cFA3dZ-Yxkj77TuCn6QDJMTtxbdKrTtU/s200/IMG_1375+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419985843940305442" /></a><br /><br />At the entrance and inside the temple premises you will find some Sikh temple-keepers with yellow long kurta-like robe and the symbolic Sikh kirpan and typical turban and beard. They would scare a timid normal man but yet they have a warm welcoming smile on their faces!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9A3GOy1nmNeBlPjQ2CSx2cD5___TzGzcQ7znxK4Yg9INEIIViZOfJdGnteScjBMazxL3qkNbqhtZ7hUcO9bebAt8FhMBJccmHcRTNsVfIj7HS7BSmQUsG1RKzdKDnzY-pH5QOaGMNPNQ/s1600-h/IMG_1378+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9A3GOy1nmNeBlPjQ2CSx2cD5___TzGzcQ7znxK4Yg9INEIIViZOfJdGnteScjBMazxL3qkNbqhtZ7hUcO9bebAt8FhMBJccmHcRTNsVfIj7HS7BSmQUsG1RKzdKDnzY-pH5QOaGMNPNQ/s200/IMG_1378+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419985838187576114" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRSJpEPPLVZi8KOjcoEYADVFEVse5N1z3j7Ccmma7_7Wz9y-N4WxUSbRE3jki_DVy2B5A0pL4dW2m95jlaaNN-ZpPZqsouKkfdDJpoA3bxhm6_IVc5hR27fLt9ivZviKzYr1ytf-5Uko/s1600-h/IMG_1379+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRSJpEPPLVZi8KOjcoEYADVFEVse5N1z3j7Ccmma7_7Wz9y-N4WxUSbRE3jki_DVy2B5A0pL4dW2m95jlaaNN-ZpPZqsouKkfdDJpoA3bxhm6_IVc5hR27fLt9ivZviKzYr1ytf-5Uko/s200/IMG_1379+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419985834084191122" /></a><br /> You would find them at the gate screening people entering the temple or roaming freely inside temple premises keeping a watch on people's movement and scolding those whose heads have not remained covered! I got a scolding even for feeding the fishes in the lake!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDzON9XZwqG_CDoxj29EsxRVmSpt7AGhtK_UvduL3nXQNNnunDx3r9PxkhjKzJsAvWmVltFV8llsKy_EOtxUKDf2ZOYKvrSlEDW4oD7EPgFEBZI-dAfMbf9YaWLOb03AHWRRIzeCRXPQ/s1600-h/IMG_1384+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDzON9XZwqG_CDoxj29EsxRVmSpt7AGhtK_UvduL3nXQNNnunDx3r9PxkhjKzJsAvWmVltFV8llsKy_EOtxUKDf2ZOYKvrSlEDW4oD7EPgFEBZI-dAfMbf9YaWLOb03AHWRRIzeCRXPQ/s200/IMG_1384+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419985224582744466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MAvobdG-OBsdgnVl2Hr_R8pBLD6-daXOqb6swxby1LMXG-F1rvQihgdFbQJjq6NCBdVIX61HaoKVgxLC8G2rp7K1n7j6TAAZg-AydxrNQfXVywnl8EsWFDxW4ogetxLG8LN15tU1Fv4/s1600-h/IMG_1380+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MAvobdG-OBsdgnVl2Hr_R8pBLD6-daXOqb6swxby1LMXG-F1rvQihgdFbQJjq6NCBdVIX61HaoKVgxLC8G2rp7K1n7j6TAAZg-AydxrNQfXVywnl8EsWFDxW4ogetxLG8LN15tU1Fv4/s200/IMG_1380+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419985233871132882" /></a><br /><br />While walking on the promenade you would hear the musical kirtans offered to the God inside the gurudwaaraa. It’s a serene and holy experience doing parikrama around the temple. you would observe many Sikhs taking a holy dip and having holy bath in the lake water or praying near a very old holy tree inside the premises. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOt4F-R-YlM3e7v-09mHOI1yDEUQeZ9BemkWnUm4f4XzuANllZ7s2sNEUbukuxSme0uCng2UBQpYeqJ-xcwzK7371IdTtqAhTNeHT_U37U2P3AFprosUWGVMTUUjlHIUVRJdStCJDPLz4/s1600-h/IMG_1382+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOt4F-R-YlM3e7v-09mHOI1yDEUQeZ9BemkWnUm4f4XzuANllZ7s2sNEUbukuxSme0uCng2UBQpYeqJ-xcwzK7371IdTtqAhTNeHT_U37U2P3AFprosUWGVMTUUjlHIUVRJdStCJDPLz4/s200/IMG_1382+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419985223902127186" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ilsm5JaAG2Y0jVDdcsDJrMEM6JHhJdeOX3iRWJpWEJQe3pui_pLzfBmhwUgQ4WIs4Yrq0u3FVlpzgsG242nlLDbd_Gt0VmW2XgyYOOHiZASLX-0AgAZP6K_tIUC15hM3VUuy3GBgAgY/s1600-h/IMG_1385+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ilsm5JaAG2Y0jVDdcsDJrMEM6JHhJdeOX3iRWJpWEJQe3pui_pLzfBmhwUgQ4WIs4Yrq0u3FVlpzgsG242nlLDbd_Gt0VmW2XgyYOOHiZASLX-0AgAZP6K_tIUC15hM3VUuy3GBgAgY/s200/IMG_1385+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419985221618010514" /></a><br /><br />There is a long queue of devotees gathered near the gurudwaaraa entrance but it moves fast and you feel great as you reach near the golden temple shrine. Many people get the sheera-prasad to offer and drop some of it in the water for feeding fishes when uniformed temple-keepers are not watching!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqK_jn5c2JxoZ7JHH4lmjbn9E6A-GreMeBen9pTjUZ_E5dS4pmqlbaZZegaQP9Zr4amK96RlxB_zUOGWT9P_bZ2MciU1i2mBrvqeGQF6nTU9n_ADP5AF0LV8Zyzcyu9QhyphenhyphenQsg8eD3BlX0/s1600-h/IMG_1386+(Large).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqK_jn5c2JxoZ7JHH4lmjbn9E6A-GreMeBen9pTjUZ_E5dS4pmqlbaZZegaQP9Zr4amK96RlxB_zUOGWT9P_bZ2MciU1i2mBrvqeGQF6nTU9n_ADP5AF0LV8Zyzcyu9QhyphenhyphenQsg8eD3BlX0/s200/IMG_1386+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419985215386679090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmh_ZiHtlJQ_w0yir2NsWq_u3w4cyswvZzLoR9O2DojFb8w7qrJT2pAY8nKTheOusOfz3PyLY19s4-bwiHTSyXABtMiksDJigzQKynFzbVm1wZGBlzZ7CKhyphenhyphenppqZkxrj4Wtj7aMFYnvU/s1600-h/IMG_1397.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmh_ZiHtlJQ_w0yir2NsWq_u3w4cyswvZzLoR9O2DojFb8w7qrJT2pAY8nKTheOusOfz3PyLY19s4-bwiHTSyXABtMiksDJigzQKynFzbVm1wZGBlzZ7CKhyphenhyphenppqZkxrj4Wtj7aMFYnvU/s200/IMG_1397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419984814967538642" /></a><br /> At the gate of main gurudwaaraa two guards control the flow of people entering by a stick clad with yellow coloured cloth. You feel nice as you enter the two storied main gurudwaaraa shining with bright golden tinge. Sound of melodious kirtans soothes you and you feel divinity all around. There is no idol or picture of any god but a thick and big religious book is being read by some saints sitting inside the gurudwaaraa. The walls are decorated with beautiful carvings and colourful floral patterns. There is a thick floor-mat on the ground. Photography is prohibited inside the main gurudwaaraa but even if you get caught doing it, you will get a mild and brotherly scolding!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguNCSIiP4ZuCjwJBM5Ioj2I-1pZ-LX2BI0wvRUkME1Ff79cLlcjGwcLjOqS8MtxQPk57KLPNyJ7gepSPzAasleXV-ONGmikeoI7ZDNHx-HfdfiaZ_r_Ajzvax00NZfQlMIMJZXYM-p6x8/s1600-h/IMG_1387.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguNCSIiP4ZuCjwJBM5Ioj2I-1pZ-LX2BI0wvRUkME1Ff79cLlcjGwcLjOqS8MtxQPk57KLPNyJ7gepSPzAasleXV-ONGmikeoI7ZDNHx-HfdfiaZ_r_Ajzvax00NZfQlMIMJZXYM-p6x8/s200/IMG_1387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419984846730513938" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuM6GsU3mkg4NLDqZKOqRvn8skxCqFWrjs7xHbJg4FMLpc_HX9Vf6tYDt5jzXmeqYInQTTgalUnwY3bGXwi0ciCgrIYMxEqlUsSMtfCN4iOa74abSNTgR2FeHhVBoQFLR5WQi2S67exmg/s1600-h/IMG_1388.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuM6GsU3mkg4NLDqZKOqRvn8skxCqFWrjs7xHbJg4FMLpc_HX9Vf6tYDt5jzXmeqYInQTTgalUnwY3bGXwi0ciCgrIYMxEqlUsSMtfCN4iOa74abSNTgR2FeHhVBoQFLR5WQi2S67exmg/s200/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419984843401475986" /></a><br /><br />Another memorable experience I had at the golden temple was that of having a lunch-prasad at the 'Langaar'. Every devotee, poor or rich, elder or younger, man or woman everybody queued up in a disciplined manner. Everybody first collects the steel plate, a spoon and the water bowls. There are long ten to twelve rows inside a huge lunch-hall in which people sit together for having lunch. Apart from the temple-staff young people also serve roti, the moongdal subzi and daal which taste heavenly. There is a typical way in which rotis will be offered. You have to hold both your hands and the person will throw the roti in your hands with gods name and you don't feel bad to accept roti in this manner at all! There are lot many devotees offering their service in preparing the food, cleaning the utensils, giving the water etc. with great enthusiasm and devotion. This community lunch and the overall experience at the Langaar were really unforgettable.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYN2hfM_CY0ZxqcLoPnQ2oFwn1pZmH6pjuQzwuu96RPdrjv5b527F9O4AYVMMzYkw8EHFQuy-38IhVEnrdP02TxaBpZwLjBGLyRl5OT2Meqq_2q3OYmhhIgqoSGzigCuTXOQytDcx925w/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYN2hfM_CY0ZxqcLoPnQ2oFwn1pZmH6pjuQzwuu96RPdrjv5b527F9O4AYVMMzYkw8EHFQuy-38IhVEnrdP02TxaBpZwLjBGLyRl5OT2Meqq_2q3OYmhhIgqoSGzigCuTXOQytDcx925w/s200/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419984834640883954" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglrZplruUeQMRBxZ4l24GF8iBzIBpm25SQlKIigL7HZ67uXOFvjOU_RGcrHP8_ccacfkSFV0JF6-vci6foh-4oVjEJ9pMaqEed6KAukffcDpCcnl4DtPdiFf7mEzvey868Lr04oHOal6o/s1600-h/IMG_1395.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglrZplruUeQMRBxZ4l24GF8iBzIBpm25SQlKIigL7HZ67uXOFvjOU_RGcrHP8_ccacfkSFV0JF6-vci6foh-4oVjEJ9pMaqEed6KAukffcDpCcnl4DtPdiFf7mEzvey868Lr04oHOal6o/s200/IMG_1395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419984824998549890" /></a><br /><br />What set Golden Temple apart from other places of worships is the overall ambience, the feeling of grandeur, not getting bothered, disturbed and irritated by any beggar, Sikh turbaned temple-keepers in their yellow robes, a beautiful lake with lots of big fishes, warm people serving selflessly at the Langar,nobody asking for any donation or monetary favour, people having prasad-lunch at Langar together.<br /> All these and much more have etched the golden temple with golden memories in my mind and heart forever...Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-85114158220598290032009-12-13T02:47:00.000-08:002009-12-13T04:43:12.923-08:00We have to be more responsible citizens...A news story of my neighbourhood in Malad in today’s newspaper shook me. I was shocked to read that a thief was beaten to death by normal citizens like you and me.<br />I am neither writing this blog to favour the thief nor do I want to become a human-right activist. But the story of the dead thief actually shocked me.<br />There were three guys who broke into a house in a chawl in Malad at around 3:00 am and somebody came to know about them and he shouted and gathered the crowd. Two of the thieves ran away but one got caught by the mob and the mob does not have any sanity. They tied him upside down near the gate of their colony and brutally bit them. All of them, one by one. The poor thief all by himself. He was 30 years old and could not take the beating. Died on the spot before police came and took him to the hospital.<br />Now question here is: Did the mob do right thing? I am not at all in favour of it. A Life has been lost. Isn't it too much the penalty for a petty crime? I am not advocating any thief and would certainly feel angry at a person getting red-handed trying to rob or do any kind of crime. But who are we to punish? And that too such severe punishment which can end a life? Let police do their job.<br />In mob, the mentality is very bad. Any person joining the mob would not think and enquire the matter. He would simply join hands in beating the poor culprit. It’s sad. In train or in bus or on the street , you many times find such incidents where people gather and start beating one person who may not even be guilty sometime. This <em>'haath-safai' </em>attitude I hate. People want to remove their frustration, their anger, their sadness, their helplessness. But is it fair?<br />In future, if you notice such a <em>tamasha</em>, Please intervene and save the person from the mob. I am not asking you to leave that person who may be guilty. But by doing this, you may save a life. Because mad crowd would not think much and may kill the person by severely beating him to death. You may ask the mob politely to stop beating and as a responsible citizen, take him to the police with the help of others in the crowd. If police is not around, you may even call emergency number of police (100) and ask for help. But for God's sake and for that suspect fellow's life's sack, don't let the mob take the control in its hands and let something undesirable, unjust happen.<br />May the soul of the thief, who died today rest in peace and God, please don't make him a thief in his next birth...Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-44282691478292284942009-11-25T11:18:00.000-08:002009-11-25T11:23:10.277-08:0026 NovemberToday is 26th November. A date which Mumbai will never forget. Exactly 1 year back on this same date Terrorists attacked Mumbai and killed hundreds of innocent people. City was shaken. It was not only an attack on its people but was also on its vulnerability, its alertness, its security, its pride and its soul. The entire nation stood still and watched the drama which lasted for about three days. Police force lost its brave officers. Security forces sacrificed their brave heroes. Politicians didn't do anything. Who were at real loss? The people who lost their family members in this Blood-shed. Nothing will ever fill the void created in their lives by the loss of the martyrs who lost their lives in the 26 November episode.<br /><br />My blood boiled when I read a couple of news items in the papers in last few days. One news was that JJ Hospital morgue can not withstand the stench of the deadbodies of the nine terrorists who got killed during the terrorist attack after 26-November-2008. Can you believe that? It has been a year and still the rotten corpses of those satans are still kept preserved in India. What do we want to prove? Their own country is not ready to even provide them land for their burial for which they claimed they were doing their Jihad. And after their clear refusal of accepting these dead-bodies also we are waiting for what? These carcasses should be immediately disposed off. But who cares?<br /><br />Second news which made me angry was that there is a video game which is being sold largely and is being played by lot of Mumbaikars. <br />This video game is on 26-November-2008 attack. Don't we have conscience? It is a shame to earn money on such a concept. It is some kind of joke? some kind of fun?what do the game makers want to convey through creation of such a game? They are greed-blind but what about Mumbaikars who purchase such games and watch their children play such game or play it themselves? Rescue operation, shooting of gun, killing people - what does all these things in such a game give you or your child? Entertainment or Sadistic pleasure? I simply hated the idea of this game.<br /><br />Third thing which irate and irritate me is the treatment given to Ajmal Amir Kasab by our government and legal system. Lakhs (now it must have summed to more than a crore) of rupees is being spent on the security of this man. Sorry, I used the wrong word. An evil like Kasab can not be called a man. He is worse than an animal. He had killed so many innocent people (he was from the duo who killed maximum people by firing indiscriminately at CST, Kama hospital and than on the road in south Mumbai also killing our heroic ATS chief and other brave police officers) and yet after a year he is alive and is being protected by our government and legal system. Such a heinous criminal shall be hanged in the middle of the road among people and shall be allowed to be killed in the most horrible manner by the public. That would not only set an example for the world but also would be seen as an effective step towards curbing the evil of terrorism.<br /><br />There were numerous other stories of people whose lives were completely changed or shattered by 26 November incident. There was a 25 year old guy who got killed in Colaba near his own home. The picture of his sad mother holding her beloved young son's photo frame who had never hurted anybody in his life and was always ready to help others made the corners of my eyes wet. Major Sandip Unnikrishnan was the only son to his parents who gave his life fighting with the terrorists. The sentiments his parents might be feeling when they miss their brave martyr son makes me cry. There was a lady whose partial body got paralyzed and then there are some children who are now orphans. <br /><br /> <br />These and such hundred other stories make me feel a potpourri of emotions. I feel pity, grief, anger, helpless, sad all at the same time.<br /><br />When our netas will stop playing dirty politics and stop cribbing about completely non-important and trivial issues like deciding to build a statue worth millions of rupees in the middle of the sea or slapping an MLA for taking oath in Hindi or by forcing the vendors to put Sign boards in Marathi? <br /><br />God, please give good sense to all of us and please make this city a better place for living...Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-67399164286515173762009-10-28T11:44:00.001-07:002009-11-30T03:18:08.214-08:00My First appearance on T.V.I appeared first time on Silver screen (Television) on SAB TV in a small but important role in the comedy serial 'Taarak Mehta Ka Oolta Chashma' on 5th Nov 2009. It was very special because my first scene was with my Father , a veteran T.V. - stage - film artist Mr. Ghanshyam Nayak. See the Video.<br /><br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-cea9dc7cb16fc7d6 height=266 width=320 contentId="cea9dc7cb16fc7d6"></OBJECT>Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006577646489159400.post-1846420917214226402009-10-11T11:15:00.000-07:002009-11-11T09:33:10.062-08:00Do you know Luke or chana-kulchawallah at Jalandhar?It was a hot sunny holiday afternoon but I had to go to office. Not for work but for my annual day dance rehearsals. I took local train from Malad to reach my office at Bandra.As soon as I got into the train, something striking caught my attention.<br />I have got a strong liking for tattoos & body-piercing. I am scared to get a permanent tattoo made on my body somewhere but whenever I get a chance, I always get a temporary tattoo made on my arm or face(!) I had got a face tattoo made during an office-party. Also during my honeymoon I had got a henna tattoo made on my arm in Manali. I like aesthetically made tattoos made on bicep or neck or chest. Now coming back to the main story, the hands of a young guy fully decorated by permanent tattoo designs grabbed my attention instantly and I got a seat just beside this guy. I was observing the tattoo designs at that time an uncle sitting on that guy's other side ask him if the tattoos were real and when did he got them made? The guy replied the tattoos were real and he had got them made some ten years ago. I asked him didn't it pain to get both his full hands being punctured by needles? He replied yes it did! But only when the tattoo was being made. Never after that. I was first time seeing a real tattoo so big on a person sitting next to me. The faded greenish-black design pattern consisting of animals,trees,moon & other things were etched on that guy's hands & it was looking like that portion was swollen on that guy’s hands. I felt an urge to touch and feel it! But I can't imagine myself having my hands full with such tattoo.<br />I got down at Bandra. That tattoo guy also got down at Bandra. I started walking towards the auto-rickshaw stand and noticed him also going in the same direction. We took the same auto on sharing basis. On the way to my office I started communicating with him & came to know that his name was Luke. He worked for IBM & was on the way to one of his client’s office which was little further from my office building. He thanked me for sharing the auto as he didn't know there was sharing auto rickshaw concept here in this area. I also got to know from our conversation that he too was an engineer and he did modeling part-time and got opportunities as model due to his attractive tattoos. I removed a 10 rupee note I was supposed to pay, from my wallet and kept in my hand. I informed rickshaw driver to drop me near my office building and instructed him to take rickshaw further up to the office Luke wanted to go to. We again started talking and it so happened that my office building came and I got down and bade him a good bye only to notice that the 10 rupee note was still in my hands only! I felt very bad. What impression Luke must have got about me? I genuinely wanted to give my share of 10 Rs. But I had entered my office & by the time it occurred to me Luke also must have reached the office he was supposed to go to. I was already late in attending my rehearsals so I could not even go to search for Luke to give him the 10 Rs. Note. Point here is not the money. (Anyway 10 Rs. Is a petty amount) but I was thinking little deeper. In life many times the situation comes when time has moved and you realize you have made a mistake or an error but you can't do anything about it and all you can do is repent. But life has to go on! So I guess we shall not take such things too seriously!<br />But hey, if any of you know Luke, please inform him I didn't deliberately not paid that day, ask him to contact me...Luke, if you are reading this blog write a comment so that I can contact you back!<br />One more similar incident I would like to share with you guys. I was on family vacation in Amritsar and was going to Delhi by rail. The train had left Amritsar in the morning at around 9.30 and even though we were in ac coach, there was no arrangement of lunch.'Jalandhar Cant' station came at around 1.30 in the afternoon and ticket-checker had informed me that train would stop there for a good amount of time so I decided to get down and get some food for my family. I enquired at a nearby stall but nothing good and suitable for lunch was available there. I moved further. Actually I had to carry food for five people and I don't know why I didn't ask my wife or sister also to join me. I found a food stall where something called as 'chana-kulcha' was available at 10 Rs. Per plate. Anyway there was nothing more available so I decided to buy five plates of 'chana-kulcha'. I gave chana-kulchawallah 50 Rs. Note and ordered 5 plates of 'chana-kulcha'.He prepared 5 plates but I could take only two and asked him I would return and take the other 3 plates later. I just turned and noticed the train moving. I had come quite far from my coach. With two plates of hot 'chana-kulcha' in my hands, I ran but could not make out how far my coach was. In a jiffy I took the decision to get into nearest coach. And literally jumped into that nearest coach. I could neither take food for all my family members nor could take change of 30 Rs. Back and was here in some coach which was not even mine! Moreover due to the coach which I had boarded now was non-ac and hence It was not internally connected to my ac coach. There was one more girl from my coach who also had to board this non-ac coach as the train had suddenly started. We thought we would have to wait till the next station to go back to our original coach but my wife had already created a scene there and the TC had to open the shutter between the ac and non-ac coaches and we came to know that after running at 'Jalandhar Cant' station we had caught the coach just next to our ac coach. We were re-united before the next station only!<br /><br />These two experience - stories I shared with you all to tell you all how I felt after each one. After realizing that the 10 rupee note remained in my hand only and Luke had gone ahead. After realizing that the train had started moving and I had yet to collect food for my three family members or the excess money I had paid to the chana-kulchawallah! If you also have experienced something similar, please share!!!Vikas Ghanshyam Nayakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08142613260312988704noreply@blogger.com2