<?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-457752018790669192</id><updated>2011-11-28T04:55:46.431+05:30</updated><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Penny Of my Mentation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maggi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662169593418383774</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457752018790669192.post-8859560912185484918</id><published>2010-03-03T09:30:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:06:44.647+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happie Man!</title><content type='html'>Few months ago, I joined in a new company. I was still uncomfortable with the new place, new people with different routine. Then one real fine day, got a mail from company's internal club regarding formation of Volley Ball team. This indeed changed my life at new place. I got to meet really wonderful people and life at new place became happening :). Initially we had our practice sessions in the morning and everyone used to come regularly then gradually people started loosing interest and irregularity became regular! Then later after few weeks of irregularity, we all came back to have our practice sessions from 7.30 pm onwards. This brought in daily thrill and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interactions&lt;/span&gt; with people increased and just yesterday got to know lots about Anna (Ravi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ponniah&lt;/span&gt;). We were having our casual chit-chat on communicator, he had an idea of forming a common blog for our volley ball team so that all of us can be in contact at a common platform. I loved the superb idea. Then he asked me if i had any blog, so i sent him my blog link. Seeing my last post, he asked what my father does... then began the story :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He casually shared his family photos and gradually we started talking about his family. Before I talk more on his family, Anna, is a casual and happy go lucky person in his early thirties :) (I know it was not mandatory to mention his age;) ). Has his own creative vision and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;strategies&lt;/span&gt; in life. Always keeps Happy and makes others so. One can in general, never expect any serious talk from him. But all human beings have two faces, got to know his other side too :). His father was a Taxi driver. Then he proudly told, he made his child an Engineer. Kudos and salute to his father! Our talks further revealed he completely a family man. Loves his family, believes in it and considers his family as his Strength. The conviction with which he said all this stuff energised me. I literally got lump in my throat.These were his exact words (putting these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; may be I am not able to put through his feelings) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ravi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ponniah&lt;/span&gt; [6:20 PM]:One best thing I ha&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; done in my life is given birth to a child I can be    proud on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shilpa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Malani&lt;/span&gt; [6:20 PM]:  :)&lt;br /&gt;Ravi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ponniah&lt;/span&gt; [6:20 PM]: Life is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; wonderful to be with a person who likes me&lt;br /&gt;in that way My wife and child loves me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much that it gives me lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;gutts&lt;/span&gt; to face the world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;happyly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ravi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ponniah&lt;/span&gt; [6:24 PM]: Lots and lots of odds I have faced still many ignore me tease me try to collapse me , but the love that my family has in me stays as a Strong basement .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; my friends played a major role in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;eshtablishing&lt;/span&gt; my family as well&lt;br /&gt;Put together I can only say that if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; had good parents or if I would have not moved with right friends , if I would have not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;choosen&lt;/span&gt; hard path rather than easy path I would have been nothing today&lt;br /&gt;Now u can see my age in the wordings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Anna told be all this because he believes I am Asst. Commissioner's daughter which is true but my father holds this post in FDA and NOT police department. So, he wanted me to recommend him for some prize from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Governor&lt;/span&gt; for being responsible citizen who takes loads of care of his family :). Anna, not only me everyone who knows you or is lucky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to get to know you in future will recommend your name :). Don't worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Anna is not the only one, who has fought all the odds in life with vigour, there might be innumerable like him. But truth and love, that he has for his family, amazed be. It actually made me realise, my mistakes, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sobering&lt;/span&gt; over petty things when I actually possess all the wealth in the world! My family and dear friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks Anna for sharing your story. Love you. May God Bless your family and you get to visit many countries :)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dn5O70Irjc/S438KV0G71I/AAAAAAAADEA/sxc8tlFZfPY/s1600-h/100_4837.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dn5O70Irjc/S438KV0G71I/AAAAAAAADEA/sxc8tlFZfPY/s1600-h/100_4837.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dn5O70Irjc/S438g7rWifI/AAAAAAAADEI/ZDJLheX-y-A/s1600-h/100_4837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444285167266335218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dn5O70Irjc/S438g7rWifI/AAAAAAAADEI/ZDJLheX-y-A/s320/100_4837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anna's Happy Family :) : Wife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt; and son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Shreyas&lt;/span&gt; Suki :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. : I know their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;birth dates&lt;/span&gt; too .. in case u wanna take party from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;anna&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457752018790669192-8859560912185484918?l=maggidoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8859560912185484918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2010/03/happie-man.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/8859560912185484918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/8859560912185484918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2010/03/happie-man.html' title='Happie Man!'/><author><name>maggi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662169593418383774</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dn5O70Irjc/S438g7rWifI/AAAAAAAADEI/ZDJLheX-y-A/s72-c/100_4837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457752018790669192.post-8248893754767249005</id><published>2009-12-01T14:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:43:39.217+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Baabul ~</title><content type='html'>This one's for my dearest, doting, darling Daddy :). I was about to post this one on his birthday this year....26th Nov, but could not... Anyways...here it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baabul&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maa k saath 'MAMTA' ka hai atut - naata,&lt;br /&gt;Parr pitah k saath kyu kabhi yeh shabd joda na jaata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitah ka vatsalya, pitah ka pyaar,&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi de jaata maa k dular ko bhi maar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humari bimari mein raat raat jagna,&lt;br /&gt;Humare vrato mein khud hi chaand ki raah takna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacchon ki zaban se nikli harr baat,&lt;br /&gt;poori hone parr hi le chain ki saas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maanti hu yeh hai unki zimmeindaari,&lt;br /&gt;par,&lt;br /&gt;mujhe toh laage, BAABUL ki MAMTA pyaari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u papa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457752018790669192-8248893754767249005?l=maggidoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/8248893754767249005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/12/baabul.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/8248893754767249005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/8248893754767249005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/12/baabul.html' title='Baabul ~'/><author><name>maggi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662169593418383774</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-457752018790669192.post-2519635397939355053</id><published>2009-02-19T10:32:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:14:48.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Lamhe!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever caught yourself looking blankly somewhere and giggling? Well, couple of days back, I felt like going through my photo collection of family, friends at school, college, hostel.... :). It was undoubtedly an exulting experience! Several incidences flashed through my mind. One could find me sitting alone and laughing like a kid! I wished to go back to my good old days. (Not that currently I am not Happy but those days were mesmerizing!). Our contagious laughing session without any great reason, targeting a person in group and yes, at times some sensible, emotional and futuristic talks ... all .. all … came with the speed of a lightening! Here are few funny excerpts of my life -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie in hostel and a very dear friend of mine, Rimi (or Chatter, as I call her) was about to leave for Calcutta next day. We had a fixed auto-wala (since it was kind of difficult to get an auto nearby) who, when requested would come on time and drop us. So, my dear 'Chatter' called him up and what followed next, is still one of the most favorite laughing stock! This is how dear chatter chatted -&lt;br /&gt;Rimi : Aap raat ko aate ho kya?&lt;br /&gt;*Auto-wala : Haan, madam.&lt;br /&gt;Rimi : Kitne baje aaoge?&lt;br /&gt;*Auto-wala : Jab aap bulaoge.&lt;br /&gt;Rimi : Ok 8.30. Lekin, kitna loge?&lt;br /&gt;The moment Rimi hung up, she was shocked to see us burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;* I was not able to hear the other end (If u still have not understood the joke, just peruse only Rimi's lines).&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to mock the entire conversation to exhume reason of our belly laugh! Poor Chatter!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During summers, at my grandmother's abode, we used to sleep on terrace. Once such usual summer day, when we were decending from terrace we froze to see one of my cousins, Poonam, vomiting incessantly. We were all worried about her, but when we came to know cause of her illness, we all had an endless guffaw session! Earlier that night Poonam was thirsty, to quench it, she went downstairs, opened fridge and drank something she mistook for H2O! The she returned upstairs and dozed off again heedless of what she has drunk. Later, in the morning when aunty opened her fridge she was perplexed to see her Vinegar bottle half empty! Ooops … He He. Now, everyone knew why ‘Poo’ puked! :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a brother, Gaurav, who is very fussy about his hair! He happened to request my elder sister Alpi (her real name is Alpa) to massage his hair. She agreed happily and did it! After everything done, she just picked up the oil bottle and started looking in askance. I noticed her and in few moments my eyes were wide open. She had applied him body oil (to be precise, oil used by arthritis patients) instead of hair oil. We passed smiles to each other, trying to control our laughs. Just then everybody in the room noticed us and smelled that something was fishy. So, I just told them what had happened ….. the next instant, Gaurav's consternation could be imagined. But soon we all started giggling and teasing Gaurav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just few of the cherished moments of my life. All I feel like saying right now is “Memories Don't set You Free, Without them You can't be!” One always wishes to go back to past and re-experience euphoria! Unfortunately, it is not possible for anyone. But one can remember and re-enjoy the same. Do share in your memorable incidences and let me enjoy too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457752018790669192-2519635397939355053?l=maggidoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/2519635397939355053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-lamhe.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/2519635397939355053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/2519635397939355053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-lamhe.html' title='Crazy Lamhe!'/><author><name>maggi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662169593418383774</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457752018790669192.post-9106858580724864706</id><published>2009-02-15T14:44:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:01:23.431+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trust....whom??</title><content type='html'>A SCEPTIC, I may sound but this is what i feel these days ... Trust ... whom??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, lost her wallet and cell phone in train a few days back. God knows, what made her stuff her wallet and mobile phone in her traveling bag and go to wash room. When she was back, unexpectedly both were missing! She was accompanied by a decent looking family in the same compartment. She obviously shot questions at them trying to find the culprit. Now, the most unexpected thing happened, none of the family members knew about it. This apparently seem to be a BAD LIE since the thief cannot be smart enough to open up the bag, shove hands into it, take out right thing just from right place and just shoo off within a span of not more than 5 minutes! To the top of it,co-incidentally, all the 4-5 members of the family go blind during the same duration! I might offending some, but it is a truth, I actually feel that way! I do not believe a word those people might have told my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one incidence, I have witnessed several such. Another friend of mine lost his mobile from our office's cafeteria. At work places like mine with so much of security and cameras, and things still getting stolen and thief left uncaught... I just cannot digest all this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another friend of mine (By now, you might be thinking that my friends are very very irresponsible!! Trust me.... oops am I actually asking this? ...  they are not!) lost her cell phone again in multiplex while having snacks. Within 2 minutes, she realized that she forgot her phone and most predictable part of my story...yes, it was lost!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What flummoxed me, in all the places and situations i mentioned, all the so called white-collared people, who are supposedly from well-to-do(if not best) families are present in large numbers. I know people with not so sound backgrounds are also present there, I DO NOT intent to say that they STEAL! But are considered as the vulnerable ones. I have no complains with them, but I indeed suspect others. There have been innumerable cases of shop lifting as well in shopping malls and who gets caught?? Youths from so called good financial backgrounds! This is a day-to-day scene now. What is wrong with the social decorum? I absolutely fail to understand! I do not wish for such surprises anymore but yes, I am aware now what actually that old adage "Truth is always bitter" mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope, by now you know why do I feel like saying TRUST WHOM??  Please rack up your ideas and feel free to express those in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457752018790669192-9106858580724864706?l=maggidoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/9106858580724864706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/02/trustwho.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/9106858580724864706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/9106858580724864706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/02/trustwho.html' title='Trust....whom??'/><author><name>maggi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662169593418383774</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457752018790669192.post-7681374362639616782</id><published>2009-01-27T10:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:51:54.779+05:30</updated><title type='text'>National Holidays....needed?</title><content type='html'>How do an individual celebrate anniversary of his/her hard earned success?? Now,that success may be in the form of his/her own factory,shop,institiute etc etc. But does one sit idle on that day,relax or chill out or go on a holiday? I have hardly known anyone doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why a holiday on a day of National significance? The ball should be in the opposite court, in my opinion. The relentless efforts of our freedom fighters, members of our constituent assembly seem to be futile. Celebrating 'Nationally' important days is indeed good but declaring a holiday, seems unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I abhor both sellers and buyers of the national flags on road side. Days later, same flags are found littering on those very same streets and vechiles and trespassers stepping over it oblivion to their treatment to our National Pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel there should not even be a term like 'National Holidays'. The buy and sell of things of National significance must also be banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my penny of mentation, please pour in your ideas on the same. Your thoughts are important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457752018790669192-7681374362639616782?l=maggidoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/7681374362639616782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/01/national-holidaysneeded.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/7681374362639616782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/7681374362639616782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/01/national-holidaysneeded.html' title='National Holidays....needed?'/><author><name>maggi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662169593418383774</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-457752018790669192.post-4141282525896323275</id><published>2009-01-24T17:38:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:08:49.592+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>माँ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;माँ तुने ही जीना सिखाया ,&lt;br /&gt;दुखो को मिटा क सुखो के मोतियों से मिलाया&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बड़े ही दिल से तराशा है भगवान ने तेरा मन,&lt;br /&gt;चाहते है आ जाए , तेरे गुण हम में भी चंद्द&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;माँ, तू ही है वो शक्ति ,&lt;br /&gt;मन करना चाहे जिसकी भक्ति&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तू ही है वो आदर्श ,&lt;br /&gt;जिसने बनाया इस जीवन को सार्थक&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तू ही है वो ममता भरा हाथ,&lt;br /&gt;जो जीवन भर देगा हमारा साथ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457752018790669192-4141282525896323275?l=maggidoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/4141282525896323275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/4141282525896323275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/4141282525896323275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='माँ'/><author><name>maggi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662169593418383774</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-457752018790669192.post-2288866800323941282</id><published>2009-01-17T15:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:14:49.358+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Love thy Family ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Thinking of 'him' makes me ponder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;It feels 'he' is God's special wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;He is innocent, nice but irritating most of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;With 'him' around I wish to crawl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Time spent with him is absolutely worth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Wish we are there for each other in every birth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;My maiden post is dedicated to my very dear brother 'Swapnil' aka 'Babu' and his family.(Babu is my maternal cousin). Let's just go more than a decade back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;It was a significant day in Vandana didi's (My yet another maternal sister and Babu's paternal sister) life. Her fiance' and his family along with our (Mamaji's) family were fixing her marriage date. Suddenly we heard our would be jiju howling in pain. our bloods froze to see 'Babu' trying to pull hair out of his scalp! Everyone in the room was aghast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;'Babu' was 12 yrs. old then and with that was expected sensible enough to not to be a menace when very important guests are there at home. Family members knew that Babu had no intentions of spoiling her beloved sister's life. Fortunately, even jiju's family accepted that Babu was 12 yrs. old by age but his behavior was still of a 4-5 yr old child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Yes, our Babu is a mentally retarded child. Its causes; still a mystery. The doctors say, his fatal fever when he was an year old could possibly one of the reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;His parents have been no slouch in his treatment. Their gamut was vast... from several Doctors to Babas and innumerable temples to churches and mosques. Mami's exemplary determination enforced her family to keep faith. Even Babu's sisters; elder one Sonu and younger one Shanu have done their best so far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Sonu, I must say, abnegated her childhood for him. She was the one who kept an eye on him day in and out! Babu was simply uncontrollable then. He used to bite, hit and hurt people. So, he always needed an escort around to protect OTHERS! Sonu was the chosen one :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Shanu, was not allowed to go to school without his consent. Her uniform was kept at neighbour's place where in, she used to get ready for the school. Babu was somehow convinced with different excuses like she's out to visit a doctor or is out to get a chocolate for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Now Babu is 24 yr old. He has changed quiet a lot! He now, comparatively utters more words(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Speaks more words : Earlier he spoke few basic words like mummy, papa, jiji, mama. Now he can say dadiji,appa etc etc. He even uses his own nomenclature to address a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;), emanates more emotions(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;More emotions : At times,he visits mama's shop. There we have caught him staring at young lads :). When enquired about the same, he blushes and points shop's boy...meaning it was not him but the shop boy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt; and unfortunately has become more eccentric!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;But his esoteric nature is a grave problem in their life. There are times when he conjures up anonymous Strength which is enough to hurt 7-8 people at a time! But still his family is not ready to renounce him or send him out to a hostel as they know, he loves them and they dote on him too. Few minutes of his wrath cannot break bond of love. No! not this easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Just keep lamp of affection glowing. If your dear ones ever hurt you...do not keep brooding over it! They are the ones who will stand by you forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457752018790669192-2288866800323941282?l=maggidoodle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/feeds/2288866800323941282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-thy-family.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/2288866800323941282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457752018790669192/posts/default/2288866800323941282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggidoodle.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-thy-family.html' title='Love thy Family ...'/><author><name>maggi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662169593418383774</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>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
