<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:14:24.453+05:30</updated><category term='musings'/><category term='politics'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Green Sapphires</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-4714978542627433051</id><published>2011-04-25T19:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:10:31.509+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>The good, the bad and the ugly - Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are good times and there are bad times and there are times between them. The good ones pass by being happy and hoping for the best. The bad times go away with you just remembering the good ones and hoping to get them back desperately. But the ones in between make you feel miserable. Its the time when the real war between the good and bad conscience occurs. You have already have had good times and you have had bad times. You know how good the good times were and how bad the bad times can be. There is a silver lining on the black cloud that you are well aware but you fear that will fade away. You know everything about being optimistic and never giving up. You still preach the same to people who turn to talk to you. But you seem not to learn what you teach. You still do everything very diligently and you firmly believe that this time things will change and you will get the results. But no! Things will turn out to be just a little less than great and then you begin to doubt whether they are even ok. And then you start quantifying and measuring everything. Alas! Maths doesn't work everywhere and two bad points or even normal ones stand up against the good ones as Goliaths versus Liliputs. And these Goliaths make your David/s appear real tiny; even minuscule to cheer you up. You know then that things are not ok; they are not bad but they are not good as well...not even tending towards that. And that makes these times worse than bad. It makes you despise them; for they appear to deprive you of all hope and dreams and expectations. Your optimism appears to be ready for a run and pessimism spreads its wings to take over. The silver lining is fading away. You are not even sure it will reappear. All the good times seem a tad distance away; and the bad times ever so near. Those are the times you fear the most; more than the bad times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because these are the UGLY TIMES!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-4714978542627433051?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/4714978542627433051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=4714978542627433051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/4714978542627433051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/4714978542627433051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-bad-and-ugly-times.html' title='The good, the bad and the ugly - Times'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-3207759862197595650</id><published>2010-10-15T18:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:39:27.302+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Faith and Religion</title><content type='html'>How do i describe this feeling?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting alone in the flat, doing random things on the laptop and trying to feel everything is normal. Its too much to ask for. Growing up in a family, where religion and faith are the backbones for survival, instinctively builds up a faith within you and a love for those very rituals you will not approve of, were you to speak outside the house. Nevertheless I enjoy doing those very rituals. Somehow it nurtures my faith and belief that there is someone far more powerful watching and will listen to my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its difficult to grow up in today's world. There are so many conflicting premonitions you grow up within you. Faith and religion are one example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the earliest days i remember I have been performing and believing in so many Pujas. Start Durga Puja and the ten days the atmosphere at home is entirely different. Its just the Puja you would talk about. Somehow the whole environment appears serene and peaceful and you so very want it to remain there forever. I know it is because we do put in effort (at least my mother does) to make it so. But that is again due to the Puja itself. Had there been no Puja days would have passed the way it does for major part of the year. In short, i believe in these rituals and i know i will never be able to get over them. The piousness i feel in a temple and my puja room cannot be found anywhere. And my whole life i am going to search for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However ask me about religionists and I will look at you with loath. I hate when they convert for religion, when they exploit for religion and when they fight and kill for religion. I dont understand where believing in something gives me the right to kill for it. There have been so many revolutions in History - named and un-named - where common people have fought those who believed and asked us to believe that religion is everything and rules have to be followed as they were written millennia ago. There was Renaissance in Europe when Protestants were born who believed that God did not write rules; he just wanted us to do what is right and good. Similar movements in India were Buddhism and Jainism when people realized the flaws with the present religion and altered it to be right the way they believed it to be. More modern steps in this direction were  Arya Samaj and the Bhakti Movement which preached that "the main spiritual practice is loving devotion" and not following rituals. If people could understand and rectify these flaws a century ago, why a century later we are so incapable of defining whats wrong and whats right and whats conducive to the era we live in? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what we lack are good leaders. The so called secular leaders of India are only politicians and politicians to the core. Its not what they believe in; its only the party's policy. They would change their ideals the day their party thinks that the majority of Indian population thinks otherwise. And that is what loosens our stand in asking them to represent us; those who believe in faith and not religion. Those who believe that different religions are just different forms of worship; very similar to the difference in a North Indian marriage and a South Indian one. Are they not different forms of Hinduism only? Will we fight over that? Then why fight over Hinduism or Islam or Christianity or any other religion in the world. They are just different faces of a regular piramid. Whatever face you look through centre is equidistant and visible to all. Why be a kindergarten and fight over which face is better or should only be there? Without even one face the Pyramid wont exist, isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-3207759862197595650?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/3207759862197595650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=3207759862197595650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/3207759862197595650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/3207759862197595650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2010/10/faith-and-religion.html' title='Faith and Religion'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-1004887255809592777</id><published>2010-10-14T02:42:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-14T03:46:52.449+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The flower boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was a matter of 15 minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy started the car. We were going to Bunty Bhaiya's birthday party. He was 2 years older to me and that means...five, six, seven...Oh My God! He will be seven now. Now he can play in the society playground all by himself while I am not allowed. And he might even be told to look after me. Get lost. I can take care of myself. But who is going to listen! I am sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy how much more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;time will we take to reach their place?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"10 mins beta. Only if we can get out of this traffic jam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I rested my head on mom's lap. She was searching for something in her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Mom do you have any chocolates in your purse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"No beta. But i will get you some next time for sure. I am sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Its ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was looking out of the car window.&lt;br /&gt;There was a boy outside. A very dirty boy; so he looked. He had an old torn shirt hung loosely around his shoulders and a pair of dirty shorts. His face was blank; something was missing there. He did not look like Bunty Bhaiya. He must be the same age though. Bunty Bhaiya shouts at me and scolds me so many times. And he teases me a lot. I will complain to Mom tonight. I dont want to play with him. I dont want him to take care of me. He is bad. Very Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But this boy appeared nice. I shifted myself on mom's lap to have a better view. He was near the driver's seat of the santro beside us. He was talking to that Uncle. Uncle seemed to be angry at him and shouting too. But he was smiling. Why was he smilling? he should be angry too. I get so angry when Bunty Bhaiya shouts at me. He should also be. How can he smile?&lt;br /&gt;I got up and sat beside mom to see him completely. Now he was moving away from that car. And he had something in his hand. I couldn't see clearly. I tried to peep out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Nainu dont put your face out of the window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Yes Mom. But the car is not moving now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Even then. Come inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I turned around with a jerk. Thats when he saw me. Our eyes met. His eyes were so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;He saw me and saw me seeing him. He moved towards our car. Now i could see more clearly. He had a big bunch of red roses in his hand. And a small cloth bag was hung on his right shoulder. He seemed to be selling roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Mom do we buy roses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Yes beta we do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"You will buy for me if i ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Of course i will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Thank you. But why will anyone not buy them? They are so beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Who did not buy beta?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"That uncle in that car. He did not buy roses from that buy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"They must not be needing it at that time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Who needs roses? You can just buy them. Just like chocolates. If you had some now, I could have had some."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Yes beta. Its just that he did not want to buy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah. He did not want to buy. He did not want to buy from that boy. Because that boy was nice and did not shout back at him.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the boy again. He was still wondering whether he should approach daddy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Mom will you buy me a rose now? I want one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Yes baby. why not? But that boy is too far away. We will get you later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"But Mom i want it from him only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Now Nainu dont be stubborn. I told you i will get you one. And i would have got you one if that boy hadnt be so far."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I looked at the boy. I wanted to shout out to him and call him. But he would hardly hear me amidst so many horns and whistles. I looked at him. I started waving my hand at him. I was asking him to come here, near our car.&lt;br /&gt;And he noticed me. He started towards our car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;At the same moment the lights turned green and the cars sped up.  Ahh! i lost my chance. WIthin seconds, daddy oblivious of my interactions with the boy had plunged the car so fast ahead that i lost sight of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But wait! What was this? I heard a shriek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All the cars, including our own, stopped with the same suddenness as they had accelerated. There was a commotion in no time. People got out of their cars and ran back. Even daddy got out. Mom and I stayed behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A few minutes later, police vans arrived and an ambulance followed them. People cleared up the path. Around 15 mins later the ambulance left, blowing its shrill horn all the way. Ohh i so much hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Daddy returned and started the car. A few milliseconds passed and he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"A boy got run over by a Santro. He had a bunch of red roses in his hand. Was probably a street side seller. So i dont think it would be a big case but he died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I looked at him and then looked out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I could see someone in the shadows. A very dirty boy. He had an old torn shirt hung loosely around his shoulders and a pair of dirty shorts. He had a bunch of red roses in one hand and a bag hanging around the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He was smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-1004887255809592777?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/1004887255809592777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=1004887255809592777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/1004887255809592777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/1004887255809592777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2010/10/flower-boy.html' title='The flower boy!'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-1520532443049082188</id><published>2010-10-07T13:28:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:56:46.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For those who think they represent India!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;A lot of fuss about the Ayodhya verdict. And had a lot to things going on in my mind. So pardon me if this appears to be a bore on the subject. I just needed to blurt it out. I might not be a Tarun Vijay who has so many blind supporters of everything he says; but i know everything here is correct to my knowledge and i firmly believe in them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;First of all who said that VHP represents Hindus. I am a Hindu and i am strongly against it and in fact i despise it. And there are millions of Hindus who feel the same. Just saying that you represent Hindus is not being one. And RSS- supposed to be Rashtriya Swayam Sevaks. How come you represent Hindus only? India is a secular country, believe it or not, and it has more than Hinduism in its soil. If you really are so-called "Rashtriya" why do you have your concepts so very screwed up? Come on! Just include Muslims and Christians in your order too. And recite the National Anthem everyday instead of "Jai Shri Ram"; have the National Flag "Tricolor" as your symbol instead of the Ram Dhwaj. And stop worrying so much about the past. Babri Masjid and so to say all such masjids in India are past. And they are a part of our country now. Dont dare touch my country's heritage. All Mughals were Indians. And whatever they built is now Indian. If they destroyed something to build what they built, they did a mistake. We are not going to repeat that mistake and anyways its too late to mend now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;I know you people work for all the relief projects in India and have saved millions of life in a way i dont know i would ever be able to do. And i appreciate that from the core of my heart. And i would support you for that anytime. But dont ask me for your support when you say India is a Hindu Nation. For God's sake its a Hindi nation...not a Hindu one. Get your concepts cleared.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;And you know you people are so brain washed. You know every wrong line in Quran not the right ones. Know that Muslims will die for their religion and Hindus will not. But you dont know that Hinduism is the only religion where there is no concept of conversion and still after so many centuries, being one of the oldest religions in the world, after so many invasions on the only peace of land where we reside, and with no compulsion whatsoever to follow all the rules strictly, we continue to flourish. I seriously love my religion. Its the most flawless religion that can exist. No expectations other than to do what is good and righteous in the real sense of humanity. Hinduism does not teach what you are propagating. &lt;i&gt;Humein Ram Mandir ki to jaroorat hi nahi hai. Yahan ke to har paththar mein Bhagwaan hote hain. Jahan baith jaao wahin pooja ho jayegi. Bhagwaan Ram ne samundar ki ret se shivlinga banaya tha. Aur Amarnath mein hum barf ke shivlinga ki pooja karte hain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;Ask any of the Hindus around you who is not a part of your narrow-minded community. Nobody is concerned whether we have a Mandir or a Masjid at tha Ayodhya site. All we wanted was peace. We are ready to sacrifice that piece of land if it costs so many lives. Hinduism respects other religions too. And contrary to your belief it does not sacrifice itself to do so. It just patronises them under itself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;India is known for Bhagwad Gita, Ramayan and Mahabharata as pieces of astounding Literature...not religious texts. The teachings of Bhagwad Gita are the greatest principles of a righteous life. Had they not been so and been the teachings of what a Hindu should instead of what a Human should do, they wouldnt had been as great. Remember Lord Krishna always says "Hey Manava" and not "Hey Hindu". And if you are wondering that they still represent Hinduism, let me make it clear that it IS Hinduism and thats the greatest fact about Hinduism. It asks for "Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam" not a land of all Hindus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;Ayodhya is the birthplace of Lord Ram. Why do we need the courts to decide that? It is not a thing to be proved. But seriously we dont need a temple to worship Ram if building that temple would destroy so many lives. But again this point is valid for Muslims as well. We dont need a mosque to worship Allah if that results in so much destruction. We should learn to grow out of these petty things. God is much more than temples or mosques. I believe, in every religion they say God is omnipresent. Then why quarrel over a piece of land?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;And in the end "If Hindus/Indians dont believe in what you say is Hinduism/Indianism, its a big question on your credibility to represent them, isnt it?" So go to hell with your principles and let us live the way we want to. Dont dare pollute my religion and country with your filthy political ambitions!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-1520532443049082188?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/1520532443049082188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=1520532443049082188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/1520532443049082188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/1520532443049082188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-those-who-think-they-represent.html' title='For those who think they represent India!'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-4431039742547797696</id><published>2010-09-22T23:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:44:51.152+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Revival Post!</title><content type='html'>Hi to everyone(if anyone) who stops by. I have been very much of a publicity phobiac; ok in simple terms i prefer to keep my thoughts to myself. And since my blog will mostly contain what i think i prefer if i keep it private. But alas! there are a few wicked souls in this world (read Rohan Singh) who will find a way to intrude. So for them i havehad to once a while break the icing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well its been a long time since anything was posted here. Lot has happened. Lot has changed. Yet i have written nothing about them. Will i be writing about them? I dont know. Maybe. Its easier to write about the past than present coz you know, as they say, the "happies endings" of those snippets or short stories. But there's a lot more to write about present and future too. There more excitement in fantasy than classic. Lets see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So letting this post conclude here, i hope i will put my lazy brain cells to work this time and put up some good posts here. Good luck to that and to you who passed by. See you soon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-4431039742547797696?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/4431039742547797696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=4431039742547797696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/4431039742547797696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/4431039742547797696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2010/09/revival-post.html' title='Revival Post!'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-2980121452693640029</id><published>2008-09-10T14:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:35:19.114+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Green Sapphires!!!</title><content type='html'>Green Sapphires......&lt;br /&gt;The name of my blog. When I chose this name for my blog I wanted to have a name which can withhold and express the paradox in my beliefs and ideas. Being paradoxical is the first characteristic of an Aquarian; and I am that to the core.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sapphires - the blue stones. Though they are present in several colours like yellow, pink and orange; the predominant color is blue. But why green with it. I mean I wanted to show contrast....then is green opposite of blue?? Why did I assume that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue- the colour of sky and the earth; the colour of water&lt;br /&gt;Green - the colour of land(grassland).&lt;br /&gt;Blue - the symbol of purity&lt;br /&gt;Green - the mark of sinister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line we have been filled with prejudices. The assumption that green is bad and blue is good; assumption that a new moon is sinister and full moon good(though Lord Krishna was born on a new moon); that black is the colour of witches and white of angels(have we ever seen either?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These assumptions sometimes occur with greater significance like Muslims are terrorists; Bengalis are lazy and Biharis are rule-breakers; Indians are unpunctual and foreigners are rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we really bound to live with these prejudices? Can't we face everything and everyone with an open mind and make the judgement ourselves? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why not? Won't it be easier and...for the better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-2980121452693640029?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/2980121452693640029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=2980121452693640029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/2980121452693640029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/2980121452693640029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2008/09/green-sapphires.html' title='Green Sapphires!!!'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-4147497279277792285</id><published>2008-09-01T23:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:32:33.162+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tired!!!</title><content type='html'>Tired!!!! Do you feel sometimes.... too tired to continue??&lt;br /&gt;To do what you do everyday...to do what everyone does...&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to be practical and oriented... to do whats useful and right...&lt;br /&gt;To run fast so as to beat the crowd.. to keep your eyes wide open lest you fall asleep...&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to sit alone..... and too tired to be in the crowd...&lt;br /&gt;To run a mile... to save a smile..... to hold your voice...to make a noise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything everywhere seems worthless and effort-full ...&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so?? Why do i feel so?? Why do i want so??&lt;br /&gt;To lie on the grass....and close my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;To feel the dampness of the ground below....&lt;br /&gt;or to see the vastness of the sky above....&lt;br /&gt;To wander aimlessly through the dark....&lt;br /&gt;To sleep after dawn.....or not sleep at all....&lt;br /&gt;and when sleep fear nothing at all....&lt;br /&gt;To live life as today you were born ...&lt;br /&gt;And to enjoy it as today you have to die...&lt;br /&gt;To wonder at the raindrops...&lt;br /&gt;to smile at the passers-by....&lt;br /&gt;To give a blind beggar a vision of the street he lives in everyday....&lt;br /&gt;To drop a chocolate in the bag of a crying child....&lt;br /&gt;To do things which have no meaning.....&lt;br /&gt;And to do things noone will know you did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live for not only you ...but the whole world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its when you are tired.....dead tired!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-4147497279277792285?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/4147497279277792285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=4147497279277792285' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/4147497279277792285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/4147497279277792285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html' title='Tired!!!'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-4978606472624901878</id><published>2008-08-13T21:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:33:03.570+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>SMILE!!!</title><content type='html'>Smile, an everlasting smile...a smile can bring you near to me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile....really it can do wonders. It can fetch you friends but does it ??? always?? It can fetch you enemies ..quite a lot of times. (those who will envy your happiness) It will sometimes get the work done ; well several times it will earn you a chiding(like during an OP). So does it really help to smile always? Well might be. Else not all would have suggested it. And what about the times when you are taken for granted coz people suppose you dont worry and you dont get hurt since you always smile. Hmmm....so I wonder. I wonder and i smile why i do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how easy it is to put on a false one. Isnt it?? there are experts at it. For one example take the politicians. And some pretty big personalities...those known for their charm. Then the politically correct people...the diplomats who will never let you know whats going on in their minds coz they have that everlasting smile pasted on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time i see a smiling person should i believe his smile or not? I doubt so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-4978606472624901878?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/4978606472624901878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=4978606472624901878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/4978606472624901878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/4978606472624901878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2008/08/smile.html' title='SMILE!!!'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-5942607671111672216</id><published>2008-06-26T15:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:39:43.912+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>IIT gifted in a paper bag!!!!</title><content type='html'>Before i scribble out my own views lets have a look at these.....&lt;br /&gt;http://www.headlinesindia.com/more/index.jsp?news_code=78061&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; India's first 'women-IIT' being set up in Maharashtra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as there is talk about starting new Indian Institutes of Technology (IITs) and increasing the number of seats in the existing ones, a move is afoot to open the country's first all-women engineering and technology-oriented institute in Amravati, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;President Pratibha Patil's hometown in Maharashtra&lt;/span&gt;. Patil, concerned about fewer girl students making it to the IITs, personally talked to Prime Minister Manmohan Singh and HRD Minister Arjun Singh about the proposal, which apparently led to the speedy progress in the matter. The 'daughter-in-law' of Vidarbha is also being credited for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expeditious sanction of funds for up-gradation of Amravati airport&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;introduction of three trains in Vidarbha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the OBC reservation, then six new IITs and now an all-women IIT. Cudos to India and the Indians. We are going to have a score of IITs in our country within a decade. So that means three times more number of IITians and including the present NITs and other engineering colleges almost a quarter of population is going to be technically "engineer-ed". What a vision!! What an effort to transform the whole country into a supposed factory of IITians. Most probably within a decade no more mid-night oils will be burnt, no more sleepless nights and no more plethora of concepts and questions ringing in one's mind to prepare for the world's toughest undergraduate competition. And with little effort you can get the most "coveted" IIT-brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now have a look at the letters in bold from the news clipping. Our most Hon'ble First Citizen is proud to have expediated funds for the airport of a city in her home-state, introduction of trains in her home-town and now most wonderful of all an IIT in her hometown. Is it same to set up an airport or a train or an IIT?? Let me guess. Mrs. Patil are you planning to re-run for President?? I guess so. Let alone Mrs. Patil. What does Arjun Singh or the Government gain in providing reservations and establishing new and newer IITs or IIMs in spite of country over protests by the very students who are going to be the supposed benefactors of this step??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i talked to my mother and told her about the all-women IIT. She spontaneously responded - "Then it will be easier for your sister to get through." But on second thoughts she says-"But it dilutes the brand." Its a parent's opinion not mine. OK??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what can be the only possible honest(if only it is) ambition behind setting up of these institutes? That we want to house more number of world class institutions. Am i right??&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then why doesnt UK start setting up more Oxfords and USA more Harvards?? Why is there a world class university in almost every state or even more than that of US?? Cant they also copy Harvard?? Of course they have better business acumen than us...and they will copy better, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go to an average middle class family. For the most elaborate referral i take up mine. I am an IITian. I wanted to be one. But my sister; she always wanted to study arts and go for civil services. Yet she is preparing for IIT. Why?? To secure her career. And also becoz we couldnt think of any other world class institution in India. To study in IIT is a prestige. Better will be to study in Harvard or Oxford; in fact much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is copying IIT. China is. Fine. Well done. But is  every Indian supposed to be an IITian- an engineer?? Are we never going to have a Harvard stature university in our country? A university which can nurture every stream of studies. Where under one roof we will have research from all fields. I dream of that. Not of an additional IIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i want to say is this:&lt;br /&gt;Leave aside the act of sticking to a brand. Make IITs if the current number is not enough. But not for politics please. If instead of scoring 100 out of 180 you get through in 50, will the brand remain?? I am not saying that those who scored less do not deserve to be engineers but definitely not IITians if you want to value IITians as you do now. Go for other colleges. Let the government concentrate on improving the quality of all colleges. Instead of replicating where you have, renovate where you dont have. Make every university whether it be Arts, Science, Commerce, Medical, Management or Engineering a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world class institution&lt;/span&gt;; not an IIT. There's nothing in the name. And this is for everyone to understand; the aspirants and the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IITs have dipped in ranking already. Will diluting it help in any case?? Too many cooks spoil the broth and too many IITs will do nothing but spoil the brand. A new initiative will always pay; only if its original. The concept of IIT paid off becoz it was original. More than required will steal all attraction. Devise new standards for new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;institutes of national importance&lt;/span&gt;, institutes which can house more than engineers only. Make every Indian student dream of studying in an Indian university of world stature; no matter he is good at History or Art; no matter he is weak at science and skipped Maths in his higher secondary.&lt;br /&gt;Let the world know that Indian student community consists of more than IITians who are capable of changing the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-5942607671111672216?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/5942607671111672216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=5942607671111672216' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/5942607671111672216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/5942607671111672216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2008/06/iit-gifted-in-paper-bag.html' title='IIT gifted in a paper bag!!!!'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-6373222024786709110</id><published>2008-06-02T15:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:14:16.083+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Fortune and misfortune!!!!</title><content type='html'>I read an article in newspaper yesterday. It was a small paragraph relating two contrasting events in the life of the author when she feels the difference in which we accept bad and good lucks in our life. One of the incidents was about how once while driving she just avoided a falling tree come crashing on her car. People told her she had been lucky but she maintained her calm and thought that it was only because she was careful that she was saved. On another instance she missed a prize by just a few seconds and kept cursing her bad luck for several long hours. Its often that we tend to forget our good fortune and only count our bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I underwent a similar feeling a few days ago. Those who know me must be knowing what i am referring to and for those who dont- i got my FT(foreign training-internship) cancelled, my aunt(mausi died after 8 days struggle for her life in hospital) and i caught measles(was hence admitted in the hospital for the first time in my life)- all in the span of hardly 15 days. My friends and family know how much i have grumbled for it. Feeling that i have been drained out completely; that my life has been full of misfortunes...i even began counting them once recollecting the last few yrs and when i failed to find any major one convinced myself that however trivial they were they had affected my life in a major way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i wondered was not it the same attitude...the natural human behavior to remember of the times when you were hurt and not when you hurt someone or may be you were saved. Science says that our brain has a tendency to forget the bad and remember the good. I wonder if it is so. Have you ever fallen in or seen a quarrel or just a heated up discussion between two people(even the bestest of friends)? Of course everyone of us has had. At that moment isnt it a tendency to remember all the bad done to you by that person rather than the times he/she has been good to you? We tend to forget the favors coming to us rather than those we might do. I also did the same mistake. Today my life hasnt changed. It is going on as it might have gone even if i had not grumbled. Grumbling helped me on no terms. I still feel depressed to think of all that happened but then its not going to remain for ever. My life has given me better instances to remember and be happy and proud of. I need to cherish them not these!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-6373222024786709110?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/6373222024786709110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=6373222024786709110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/6373222024786709110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/6373222024786709110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2008/06/fortune-and-misfortune.html' title='Fortune and misfortune!!!!'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-7182870792811407722</id><published>2008-04-13T19:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:33:48.105+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life!!! when it ends!!</title><content type='html'>Its one of those times when i can and should cry...But i am not feeling that way. I wanted to cry yesterday when i thought i could do something and was not able to do...when i thought i could change something. People cry when they are helpless...when they know nothing can be done....but I......i cried when i thought something can be done and was not being done. Why am i not touched today?? Its not that i am happy now. I am sad but again i am living my life the usual way...the daily way. I am tensed but i dont know how to express it. Somehow i am feeling detached dunno what to do or what to say to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like life is teaching me a lesson...challenging me..defeating me. Warning me not to challenge why it ends and when. I have gone through a strange experience. A feeling when a fish is kept out of water to die. The restlessness to be back there and save what you are losing. And then when you reach the extreme of it...when you feel the end is near you struggle even more and then......everything ends. You have just missed the last opportunity to do something if only it could have been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i have no right to be affected so much and i am not. I know there are people who will miss her more than me. Who had a right over her ; a need for her more than me. But dont i deserve to have my share of a loss? How can i ever fill up those gaps? How can i not do what i hated before and repent now? How? What did i do not to make it happen. Perhaps i could have done more. And my tragedy is i cant even say i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voids...Yeah now i have learnt to accept voids in our life. Voids we will never be able to fill and voids which will continue to grow in number with time. How much like a mute onlooker it seems to wait and watch and be unable to prevent someone dear to you leave you forever!!&lt;br /&gt;In the course of this whole life god knows how many we will see go away some timely and others so very untimely. And what do we do when it all happens?? Cry?? Huhhh.. whats the use now?&lt;br /&gt;Life is too strong to be affected. And death too powerful to turn back. Everyone will learn to compensate. NO use to cry now. There is noone to take heed of the tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and watch!!Life has many more in store for you........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes doesnt it seem better if I were the first one to go.....at least i wouldnt have had to have this feeling....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-7182870792811407722?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/7182870792811407722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=7182870792811407722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/7182870792811407722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/7182870792811407722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-when-it-ends.html' title='Life!!! when it ends!!'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-1359060604804414269</id><published>2008-02-24T21:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:15:14.008+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life and Care</title><content type='html'>Life-the most wonderful gift of God. It is abstract, it is precious,yet we always take it for granted; leave it to be governed at fate's discretion. We never realize how far we go from ourselves and our own self: so far that we fail to recognize even ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is this life so full of care;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no time to stand and stare."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We often encounter people humming these lines. These are the people who regret their life; their living. But do you realize when and how this care became a burden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we born to care- care for our parents, our friends, sisters, brothers, family and then children, grandparents and all. We take this as a liability but think of the pleasure it brings to the one being cared for and to you as well. When you love someone or something its care is a pleasure but when you don't it appears a burden. Why do we do so? To be loved and cared for is what every human seeks. When you love you get love. And when you dont how can you expect to have so? Here the words of Mark Twain come rushing down the memory lane from my class-10th English Literature book. He remarks-" Work is anything we do not want to do and play that we want to. That is why threading a needle is work while climbing Mount Blanc is fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all we need to do is change our attitude; to change our perspective towards whatever we do. And then of course life will no longer be a burden.....and we definitely will have time to stand and stare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-1359060604804414269?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/1359060604804414269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=1359060604804414269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/1359060604804414269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/1359060604804414269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-and-care.html' title='Life and Care'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-6433700147265507414</id><published>2007-09-13T01:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:12:26.705+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Politics everywhere</title><content type='html'>Politics--this is key mantra to succeed in kgp. No matter how good you are you have to face it time and again. It seems as if the most talented bunch of Indians who come here want to take the whole burden of representing Indian political scenario on their own shoulders. And who are the victims??? Obviously people like us who hate to be a part of it. First you use politics to get a post then you take advantage of that post to politicize your career as if it was not enough. Have all the professors gone blind??? All responsible people gone deaf and cowards???&lt;br /&gt;We blame our politicians for the downfall of our country. I now believe it is the politics we play in our daily life which is degrading our country. We have become or are so selfish we simply don't care where our society is heading as long as our own lives are at peace and we have a clear passport and an enjoyable ticket to London. Is the Gymkhana posts meant to be held by people who have influenced their seniors ?? Or by those who can win the favour of the people in general?? No here nothing matters. People plagiarise others' profiles; use contacts for placements within TnP. Then whats the use??? End the credit it gets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we protest?? Why can't we speak?? Because we have noone to actually hear and take action. Today i am suffering so i speak but am not being heard. Tomorrow i will be able to hear but there might not be anyone to speak. Thats how we have degraded and this will continue as long as this attitude continues....." Ye India hai yahan aisa hi hota rahega?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a foreigner ask me in a personal interview about the corruption in Bihar and not about any one good point in Bihar?? Because we have proved ourselves best at nothing else... Its a shame not only for Bihar but for the whole of India because all are the same only scales of magnitude are different..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-6433700147265507414?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/6433700147265507414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=6433700147265507414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/6433700147265507414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/6433700147265507414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2007/09/politics-everywhere.html' title='Politics everywhere'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-6753193319328657369</id><published>2007-08-18T20:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:12:41.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>.:ROBOTIX:.</title><content type='html'>I wrote it long ago...after Kshitij in Feb.. Just wanted it to be on my blog so posted it..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:ROBOTIX:. ---This name no longer needs an introduction not even all over India leave alone KGP. Ya, reading ritwik's blog inspired me to write something.&lt;br /&gt;Just a gap of one year and we have our participation doubled; 546 teams was a reality which never was dreamed of. When we first sat down to estimate the "worst case scenario"- the term Choubey introduced to us, we had ourselves ceasing at a "meagre"(now so it seems) sum of 386 teams. As far as i remember,we expected a maximum of 150 teams in LR and SC each , 30-40 in RTI, Approximately 20 in GN and 50 total in coding events. And it all crossed that mark as peacefully as it could. We just panicked at this number and joked that we would have turned psychos if this number turned true. Bhaddo and Apurva even betted at a total of near 300; ain't i right???&lt;br /&gt;But as the reality unfolds its more than true that we have all managed an event bigger than whatever we could have imagined in our wildest dreams--as one of my teachers often remarked "wild imaginations": i feel this phrase rightly fits in here. And yet we managed it with all professionalism and perfection as we could. kudos to all first years!! You guys really did a good job. And to the rest i dont think myself able enough to remark on their work. Its really a great time to for all of us; a time to reflect, a time to sit together and enjoy odd moments of those four days- the way we did that night; to think of those sleepless nights when i slept a little late the next morning and then rushed to the arena only to find everyone sleeping yet; to remember all sorts of problems the participants came up with; arguments and chaoses at last moment about 1 mm deviation; when we sometimes made strict rules and then ourselves made it flexible to the largest extent we could; that feel of hunger lingering throughout but no food could be gobbled through; spending the day with a folder and a pen in hand, a stopwatch and a sleepy yet alert vision. A night rather an early morning nap on chairs joined in Maitrayee; that dinner treat in our new lab--all was great enough to linger in memories for ever. Its all gone; yet more is there to come.&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you people- Choubey, Sabya, Golu. As i put in that day its hard to imagine ROBOTIX without you all. Yet we will try to make you even prouder next time.&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers to .:ROBOTIX:.!!!&lt;br /&gt;And cheers to the whole team!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-6753193319328657369?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/6753193319328657369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=6753193319328657369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/6753193319328657369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/6753193319328657369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wrote-it-long-ago.html' title='.:ROBOTIX:.'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36753065.post-2742514123097744624</id><published>2007-08-18T20:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:09:31.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My First Post...</title><content type='html'>Welcoming myself to the world of blogging..&lt;br /&gt;And also inviting you all to share my small space for random thoughts and narrations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The technology has advanced and with it the world around us. We have moved from dolls to computer games; from class rooms to PC labs; from note-books to Notepad; from diaries to blogs.....but how much have we changed: changed in terms of our beliefs; our emotions. I have yet not made my blog public. The reason for it being the fact that privacy and freedom are things i love the most. I write only what i feel and what i feel i don't want to share or haven't shared as yet with anyone. This is one of the many things absurd about me like i like being alone; roaming to nowhere; speaking to myself and walking in darkness: ya, i love darkness. You might count me as a frenetic but the truth is i am more normal, more cheerful than all people around. The chirpy person who seems to have no load, no tension of the world; who is passionate about everything and seems to most people as a satisfied person. But deep inside i have an urge to be myself, to unveil all my emotions, to avoid smiling when i don't want to, to cry if i feel to, to scream at all and show them how tensed i am. I don't know what to do. I am just waiting for the day when my spirit will free itself from falsehood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when i will roam about in the free sky not caring for anyone with no need to please anyone.&lt;br /&gt;That day.........i know..............will come!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36753065-2742514123097744624?l=greensapphires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/feeds/2742514123097744624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36753065&amp;postID=2742514123097744624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/2742514123097744624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36753065/posts/default/2742514123097744624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greensapphires.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcoming-myself-to-world-of-blogging.html' title='My First Post...'/><author><name>Green Sapphires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05443750942100227230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
