<?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-13201553</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:27:14.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>zopdi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13201553.post-5262951369720232834</id><published>2010-05-23T12:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:26:34.839+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="WORD-WRAP: break-word; TABLE-LAYOUT: fixed" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" height="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;div id="content"&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;त्या सकाळी असं झालं...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;घट्ट मिठीत पकडून ठेवलं होतं तुला,&lt;br /&gt;श्वासांच्या वावटळीत बेभान केलं होतं  तुला,&lt;br /&gt;अनपेक्षित स्पर्शांने गोंधळून  ठेवलं होतं  तुला,&lt;br /&gt;बेभान प्रेमाच्या कड्यावर नेलं होतं  तुला...&lt;br /&gt;झोकून दिलं होतं  तिथून आपण आपल्याला...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;रात्र ही ओली होती&lt;br /&gt;पहाट ही मिठीत होती&lt;br /&gt;ओठांच्या लालीत सूर्य  घुटमळत होता&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;बोटांच्या जाळ्यातून दिवस वाट शोधात होता&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;विस्कटलेल्या  शरीरांची केली होती पांघरुणे आपण&lt;br /&gt;ओरबाडून भागवल्या होत्या गरजा काल आपण&lt;br /&gt;ठेवलं  होतं सर्वस्व अंधारात कुठेतरी,&lt;br /&gt;त्यागात मिळाला स्वार्थ कधीतरी !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;खोल खोल आणि दाट दाट&lt;br /&gt;घट्ट घट्ट आणि आर्त आर्त&lt;br /&gt;स्वैर स्वैर आणि भैर भैर&lt;br /&gt;बंद बंद आणि मुक्त मुक्त&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;नातं आहे असं हे तुझं नी माझं&lt;br /&gt;झेपावतं कधी झुगारून ओझं&lt;br /&gt;ओळखून कधी आखते ओळी&lt;br /&gt;कधी उधळते वासनेची  झोळी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;अजूनही  ती पहाट रेंगाळते ओठात आपल्या,&lt;br /&gt;अजूनही तो चंद्र लाजतो मिठीत आपल्या,&lt;br /&gt;त्या  सकाळी का कोणास ठावूक,&lt;br /&gt;लाल चमकली होती एक चांदणी हळूंच!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;- हर्षवर्धन &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-5262951369720232834?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/5262951369720232834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=5262951369720232834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/5262951369720232834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/5262951369720232834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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-13201553.post-9007612357537401354</id><published>2010-01-11T17:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:27:53.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian "humanity" exposed...</title><content type='html'>Indian people.. we have lost humanity. False shows of care and sympathy by ministers and onlookers make me cringe when I know I belong to India... their India. We let a human being bleed to death due to a crime in full day light when we could have saved his life in few simple steps.&lt;br /&gt;We are cowards of ultimate scale.&lt;br /&gt;Our basic human knowledge is distorted. or may be.. -&lt;br /&gt; We are yet under-evolved semi humans. We accept mental slavery, physical abuse, injustice and we can not offer humanity .... I think simply because these all are human values and we are not yet completely humans. Its a miracle of sorts to have a huge population of living beings other than humans make a country...&lt;br /&gt;A policeman in Tamilnadu bleeds to death in presence of citizens and politicians - HAHAHA , the mockery is limitless. The examples are innumerable. Greed of power and money is the only basic instinct Indian will have. Shame on us. ha! who fu@$ing cares. Shame ?- its a human feeling "NA" (Not Applicable)  to Indians....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do ?&lt;br /&gt;I can only speak for myself today...&lt;br /&gt;If I come across any living creature moslty human, in dire need of help.. I will leave my work at hand and help the needy till more competent system can take care.   , first aid/ AED/ making transport available.. making life saving decisions quickly is all in my hands... that's what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will NOT do ?&lt;br /&gt;turn a blind eye/ deaf ear&lt;br /&gt;hesitate to help&lt;br /&gt;worry about consequences of helping a wrong person !! just help first ... law will decide who is wrong and shall mete out punishment. not me.&lt;br /&gt;worry about helping in a wrong way!! any help in right time is more meaningful than right help coming too late!&lt;br /&gt;worry about technicalities of procedures of law and hospitals and police for helping out a person! - F#@k them, they serve human.. I dont serve the system.. system serves me. I am a citizen who believes in "good Samaritan" law (ref: United states of America- Red Cross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the onlookers of crime / victim did not help "??"&lt;br /&gt;- fear of proactive help ..&lt;br /&gt;no one is a samaritan.&lt;br /&gt;not my battle..&lt;br /&gt;some one else will help&lt;br /&gt;no clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you say ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-9007612357537401354?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/9007612357537401354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=9007612357537401354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/9007612357537401354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/9007612357537401354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2010/01/indian-humanity-exposed.html' title='Indian &quot;humanity&quot; exposed...'/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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-13201553.post-1662223955381879176</id><published>2007-10-02T07:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T08:10:06.847+02:00</updated><title type='text'>un dia de seperacion</title><content type='html'>hoy me ha visitado aqui. no puedo pensar nada... creo que estoy pensativo... no se! susana fue a la espana. que malo.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-1662223955381879176?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/1662223955381879176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=1662223955381879176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/1662223955381879176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/1662223955381879176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2007/10/una-dia-de-seperacion.html' title='un dia de seperacion'/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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-13201553.post-117072455832170575</id><published>2007-02-06T02:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T02:15:58.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock climbing pursuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6172/1151/1024/372921/ind_%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6172/1151/400/145723/ind_%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some views of a nice IN the city Outdoor Climbing rock formation in Pune, India... this rock formation I think is a remnant of a private Rock Quarry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6172/1151/1024/124043/ind_%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6172/1151/400/780382/ind_%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Best part is .. Its Right in the city. one can just reach walking casually. Only thing is the rock can be loose in some places. Also, the landing is not very level. but probably that can be sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6172/1151/1024/967637/ind_%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6172/1151/400/845289/ind_%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Leading and top-roping both seem very easy here. I think 5.7 or 5.8 graders can be found.. not sure about lower limit. On this side I guess "bouldering" like problems could be set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6172/1151/1024/188494/ind_%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6172/1151/400/860497/ind_%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Nice vertical not too tall routes can be opened here.&lt;br /&gt; Photos taken in my January 07 visit to india.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-117072455832170575?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/117072455832170575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=117072455832170575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/117072455832170575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/117072455832170575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2007/02/rock-climbing-pursuit.html' title='Rock climbing pursuit'/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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-13201553.post-116175899973151021</id><published>2006-10-25T08:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T08:49:59.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nokia Charger</title><content type='html'>i miss my charger..... left it in ALS, Ca....  trying to get new one... Confessions of a Nokia fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-116175899973151021?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/116175899973151021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=116175899973151021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/116175899973151021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/116175899973151021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2006/10/nokia-charger.html' title='Nokia Charger'/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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-13201553.post-115346316924796779</id><published>2006-07-21T08:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T08:26:09.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>coming back to what i was doing....</title><content type='html'>manaskaar mandali... baryach diwsanni bhet hotey aapli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-115346316924796779?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/115346316924796779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=115346316924796779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/115346316924796779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/115346316924796779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2006/07/coming-back-to-what-i-was-doing.html' title='coming back to what i was doing....'/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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-13201553.post-112067757432367265</id><published>2005-07-06T20:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:19:34.783+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I will, will you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing has happened, but yet -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things happen.... life moves on. but some people will stay back to wait for you to catch up... its for those people they have a name... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know people in our lives. We label them as friends. We grow up. We change, we differ from past. Same thing must happen to them too. They start looking different. We still think we are friends, we do not realize each of us has different definition of friendship. But we still are friends. We follow up our relation in our ideal way, so do they. Geography plays a big role too. Going far away does freeze status to a time when we departed. Then we evolve in a way they don't know. They evolve in away we wonder about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen time melts only when one kindles  nostalgia,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; only to freeze in a newly deformed state of memory&lt;/span&gt;. Some facts are forgotten, some are distorted, some do not fire same emotion as it used to... everything is remembered in a new way... we still think we are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are wading through the life with or without our Friends, we may or may not miss them. We may want them to rekindle the past emotions when we feel a little insecure, unhappy about situation NOW. We recall the wanted emotions and associations which brings back the desired feeling. If we want to cry, we reinvent the grief based on your memory of the pain. We dig out many things, re imagine the scene and 'brood'. We want to be happy, we compare times and justify and glorify our past to the present to feel relatively better. Friends help us change our moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One must know that All of us are eachother's handles of emotional maneuvering.&lt;/span&gt; Such is the crucial and so honest role of each of us n the others life. Your gesture will touch me in a way that you have never known. So will my projection onto your life will alter your emotional texture somewhere I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get hurt, bruised, loved, tempted, happy, motivated, demoralized, shocked, surprised and numb, left out, belonging, unimportant, wanted in the relationships... in friendships.&lt;br /&gt;The undesired feelings and those people... need we remove them from memory ? Well.. not really, they once must have helped me in some certain emotional maneuvers which I will miss out if they are not there. To be a complete emotionally rich and to raise my understanding of humans... I need every data point about every kind to feel complete and to live life to the fullest in that regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes some of our friends help us catch up with pace of life. That is one of the best gifts one can give to the other, I feel. Life offers all slopes... its sometimes difficult to return to top if you chose a slope too steep... Thats the time when one sits in a pit and recalls memories to invent motivation or grief depending on personality type. This is a time when there is only one way to go... upwards. The best thing to do is to send help signals to Friends or family and get bailed up. That is the time when we suddenly learn a lot about life... and as much about our Friends as we know ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaayari isi dard mei chhoo jaati hai.&lt;br /&gt;Inspirations reach newer heights,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who try reaching me have given me special feelings. Its important to reach out to somebody, everytime. You never know who is in what state. Friends will be reached. I will reach out to you... will you..?&lt;br /&gt;.................................................. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuzaa Mitra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-112067757432367265?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/112067757432367265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=112067757432367265&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/112067757432367265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/112067757432367265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-will-will-you.html' title='I will, will you ?'/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13201553.post-111896397329491659</id><published>2005-06-17T01:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:19:33.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/6433/640/india.flag.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/288/6433/320/india.flag.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh jo Desh hai tera&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-111896397329491659?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111896397329491659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=111896397329491659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/111896397329491659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/111896397329491659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeh-jo-desh-hai-tera.html' title=''/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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-13201553.post-111896425716834025</id><published>2005-06-17T00:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:39:38.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desh.. you and me and us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I  managed to define my concept of patriotism and humanism.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p face="lucida grande" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;First help&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;te&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ac&lt;/span&gt;h to help.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Then teach how to teach to help.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p face="lucida grande" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You made difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Harshawardhan Bhatkar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, this is my original way of defining my own feelings or..shall i say ... my duties I take upon myself to become a good human being. I do not know if these lines have been used in this way before or not.. but for me.. I DEFINE them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ponder over this a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember where you come from... how many need your help. how simple things can make big diffrence. Why ever you never did a thing actively for the nation... Take up bold challenge. Everybody has a family. but why only dig for yourself... your family is big.. as big as deshvaasi.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We may shirk away from this definition after getting bitter realisations from certain fellowmen or unworthy rascals. But... thats when I remember Geoge W Washington's words which help me keep my insults personal failures away and stay calm and refocuss on the Definition for the sake of remaining unlimited needy ones...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know what you CAN do...&lt;br /&gt;even  if you only know how to survive ... teach someone else how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;you are an engineer... apart from walloping big salary for doing things for your company, try extending your skills on the things you can fix for free for the neighbouring area... village or anywhere, teach someone to do it.&lt;br /&gt;You are a doc.. apart from everyday practice... take a weekend off.. to remote village.. take some medicines... go regularly to a place... help it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In your own way you can make life of one more native meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;Live for one more person everyday...&lt;br /&gt;Lets be one man (woman) volunteer for the country or the humanity...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One Individual Volunteering effort by us is all we will need to be a family who will be doing so much better than now. (agreed that there are other ways to do the same.. but here i am talking about my Definition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will you say it with me -  ¨I am that one of the Individual Volunteer for the Nation, for better humanity...¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anything for it... Anytime. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-111896425716834025?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111896425716834025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=111896425716834025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/111896425716834025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/111896425716834025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2005/06/desh-you-and-me-and-us.html' title='Desh.. you and me and us.'/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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-13201553.post-111852218796999799</id><published>2005-06-11T20:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:38:55.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When things are new...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Students definitely have best life. May be, life as a student is better. Or may be that is all how i know to live so far !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The best is when you get to travel for your study. The new admission, the new students you meet, the fresh new faces , all that excitement, a little tingle in stomach about uncertainties, the new place all so much for the first time... ! This somehow makes me go for the change. Some people like it, some dont. I like to go for the adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Just changing a school is so awesome.... I have been somewhat lucky to have changed my school a few times. Change the school in the same town.. that is something only a few people experience... I did. changing town is another exciting thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The first thing I notice and I want to stress upon are the new Streets you go to reach the new school. That is so engaging! Yes... just the change in the path.. the change in scenes that flash by you as you go with a parent or friend, makes your adrenaline rush. It happens to me on my first day to any place. The things that you look for may be the Wada Paav joints near by.. you appreciate the locality, you start imagining how you will come in breaktime with your imaginary new freinds to these places, you look at every shop thats around, you look for bus stops, rickshaw stands ways to commute between your home and school... you smell the air with increased sensitivity... you are so alert at being flooded with infomation upto a point where you do not recollect it in the same form ever afterwards unless you write diary or you have memory like i do ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, observe the walls of the classroom- the colors, the two shades of paint.. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mostly lower one in oil paint &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;upper is lightly shaded distemper&lt;/span&gt;.. practicality.. same everywhere... but you do not fail to feel the assuring friction between your fingures and the age old oil paint.. somehow it reminds you of something older.... Then the desks.. the scribbling which has a very historical significance to it. &lt;em&gt;Everyone wants to be remembered&lt;/em&gt;... anyhow, somehow... Why ? but it feels secure if you have name somewhere somehow... doesnt it ? You observe those and smile... you know soon you name will be here on you favourite chosen spot.. with a unique inscription... may be with a unique big angular font etched with a needle point of compass or a good pen. (Also wondering about the sweetest opposite sex would also be somehow connected with it.... )All so nice isnt it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The new corridors.. they intimidate you in the breaktime you have just managed to forget that you are wearing a little strangly fitting uniform... (&lt;em&gt;especially the half pants.. it looks funny when you sit.. eeeks the tailor doesnt know how to stitch well...)&lt;/em&gt; inturn you want to go in but you feel the ice in the stomach getting colder when you see few hundred strangers releasing their energy at once in such a narrow space... but then meanwhile you have gathered a small shell of friends around you who have been curious and may be the bench mates... so with that insulation you venture in the new sea of strangers.... Wow!!! What a feeling... do you remember the first few hours... or may be days of your swimming tutorial.. ? do you find the similarity.... ? the company of even one familiar person may save you from drowning... thats how you feel isnt it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New books, new subjects... the exhuberance, the new imaginations about topics in the indices of books, new poems, new vocabulary, new concepts, new pictures.... what new ways of taking notes you should adapt...may be a new handwriting, perhaps... Whats that..? - Ah, New noise! new voices ...new names you try to remember everything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much smarter you are in that time of being NEW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mind is on full throttle .. upto a point of becoming numb.... you think so fast.. you may even talk faster than you normally do... may be you want to impress, may be just excitment, may be your clock actually runs faster to accomodate as much as you can in less time ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; ONLY TO BE OLDER in the new surroundings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the thing i keep wondering about.... did you ever ask this.. ? Just read ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I now wonder &lt;em&gt;why do we try to be FAMILIAR with surroundings when we are better as 'voraciously perspicacious thinkers' at the time when we are new in setup&lt;/em&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;All that great NEW feeling gets OLD and no more NEW ... is that why we make the familiarisation very fast ? why must it be " Navyaache nau diwas" etc? All the excitement which makes us work faster... live a faster absorbing state of mind indicates that natural inclination is not to be NEW to surroundings but OLD within it... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very disturbing inference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Or, may be not! The physiological stresses we undergo are minimum if we are old (acclimatized) in the surroundings. Mental of physiological whatever reasons... but experts may have the answer but yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But WHY so ? Why are we programmed to have stress in new environment... ? May be it is a natural survival instinct....Now in the time of our lives as civilised humans... could our these reactions be used to better our lives.. enrich our experiences... is this how Great people become Wiser .. ? Its known that adapting fast to environment helps to survive in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the process of adapting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is so cool ! I dont want to think about getting old in the surrounding... you know the thrill you get when you first find things on your own... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the first walk through University streets to get admission, ... the first lecture , then the first date, the first touch, the first kiss, the first long journey alone.. the first drive !Shifting house, shifting to new work, new job.... Its all so awesome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wonder I should often &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;live like a 'beginner' in life.... to 'be lucky forver'... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you feel lucky ? Try it out... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-111852218796999799?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111852218796999799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=111852218796999799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/111852218796999799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/111852218796999799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-things-are-new.html' title='When things are new...'/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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-13201553.post-111732818437329005</id><published>2005-05-29T02:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T09:52:57.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu mee aaNi Jonnathan Livingston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaay Chaalalay baaki tuze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes.. mazha tasa sagLa chaanglach chaalale aahe. ANi mee kaahi frustrate zalelo naahiy. Tulaa kaay mhaNaaychay te barach samajlay... paN tarihi kahitari malaa express karaychay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asach aapla waaTala ki barach karayche aahe. Tyamule asa lakshat yeta ki kadaachit aaplyaalaa je tyaa tyaa kshaNi mahatvaache waaTate te kadaachit long term madhe significant nasoo shakta. Tatpurte rational thinking karat gele tar life ek rational goshtincha paadhaa kinva sopee bereej hote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SaadhepaNa hi ek chaangli goshTa aahe. PaN pratyekaalaa kadhitari khoop moThee Zhep ghyavishi waaTatech.. Malaa suddhaa tasach waaTata. Baryaachdaa waaTata.. "ThoDaa " wichaar kelaa kee aadhi mhaNlyaa saarkhi sthitee hote... Wel phookaT gelyaachi aparaadhi paNaachi bhaavnaa hote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te jaoode, paN you said ki jaasta shodh vinaashaa kaDe neto...?? he kay gouDbangaal aahe boowaa! Swatahchya shodaat jar vishwaroop darshan ghaDat asel tar...? mazhee ek simple philosophy aahe.. thodii experience warach aadhasrit aahe.. ki "most personal things are most general".. tasach kaahise aahe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaa ajoon ek kaLale naahee kee jar "capacity" ie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;capability asel tarach attempt karaaycha kaa&lt;/span&gt;? Tasa asel tar jagNyatla romance ch nighoon jaail na! Kaa mhaNun me dhaav phakta koompaNaaparyantach dhaavaychi ? kadaachit pudhe jaaNaarhi naahi.. paN mag Kharach dhaav tithparyantach rakhoon thevaychi..? thoda pudhe, chorTa ka hoinaa pan ekdaatari paool kaa naahi Takaycha ? "capacity" nahi mhaNun ? Kharach haa ek vaiyaktik prashNa aahe kaa? Asel.. paN mag sarvach sanvaad sampto... AapaN haa ek vyaktigat mudda baajoolaa Thevoon vichaar kela tar maatra lahaan paNaa paasoonche aaple barech nirNay dishaaheen aNi poorNapaNe niroopayogi asatat he lakshaat yeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag kuThetaree &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonnathan&lt;/span&gt; Livingston saakhee tsphooree yete! Pankha pasroon shareerapalikaDe bharaaree maaraaveeshi waTate, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;limitless &lt;/span&gt;aahot asaa aabhaav karoon ghyavaasaa waaTato. Tu waachalas kaa te pustak? ( Dilay kaa mee tulaa?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaachi pariNiti kaay hoNaar te kaahi ajoon lakshaat yet naahiy...&lt;br /&gt;Tula kaay waaTata?&lt;br /&gt;KaLav......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madhe madhe Capitals waaparNyache prayojan kaLale aselach... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( N corresponds to pronunciation of n in aaNi paaNi aNi LoNee )&lt;br /&gt;( L corresponds to pronunciation of l in BheLpooree, KoLi-nrutya, goLaabereej, maaLraan,  )&lt;br /&gt;( D corresponds to pronunciation of d in Daflee, DhaDdhaD, moongDaaL, Dukkar)&lt;br /&gt;( d corresponds to pronunciation of d in Damayanti, deen-dubLe, daanshoor, Bhaaratdesh.)&lt;br /&gt;( T corresponds to pronunciation of t in Tom, Tomato, Tarzan , Tekdee )&lt;br /&gt;( t corresponds to pronunciation of t in tu, tees, toop, tel, tanpuraa, tabakadee, toorDaaL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*( Shuddhalekhana baddal bareech patre aalee aahet mhaNoon haa prapancha...)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarihee chookbhool dyaavee ghyaavee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-111732818437329005?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111732818437329005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=111732818437329005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/111732818437329005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/111732818437329005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/tu-mee-aani-jonnathan-livingston.html' title='Tu mee aaNi Jonnathan Livingston'/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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-13201553.post-111714332052993749</id><published>2005-05-26T23:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:36:46.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tujhyashi gappaa</title><content type='html'>baaki, barech kaam aahe khoop kaahi ajoon karNyasaarkhe aahe.. HalLoo haLoo lakshyat yetay ki poNyaat rahoon me Ajoon kaay kaay karoo shaklo asato!!!!!! Aataa maatra mi tee chook karNaar naahi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayushyaat khooop karoo shakto... Karaychach asata.... Kelach paahije.... naahitar kaay jaglaat !&lt;br /&gt;aaNi karoo tevdhe kameech asate.. pan tyaamule kamich karaayche he barobar naahee... veg-vegLya goshti karat rahaayche... tyaat kadaachit pahilyaa paasoon su-sutrataa asaNaar naahee, pan tarihee je suchel te karat rahaave... kahi velaa nantar Artha oomagto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PuNyaat kinva mumbait raahoon malaa baryaach goshtinche mahatva kalale navhte. Kadhi kutuhal mhaNun suddhaa me baghitle mavhte.. te kiti vaiit aahe... khoop goshtinkade aapan poorvagrahadooshit drushteene pahaato... ayushya chalNitun nistoon jaate he kalatach naahee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. jar kaahi kalala aasel tar evdhach manat thev ki, aaple kshitij aapaN khoop prayatnnani taanNayche tharvle ki jag aapoaapach awaakyaat yeta...ani jagNyala Tsphoortee yete.... Asa maaje nirikshaN aahe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaki, me kharatar kuthehi quickly ekroop hot asalyaane kadachit malaa kaahi veglaa anoobhav yet naahiy. Sarva saarakhach aahe. malaa baryach goshtinche artha samajat aahet. ka koNas thavook, pan maaNse phaar badlat naahit.. rang roop tar vegle aste, pan behaviour, reactions, mannerisms, likes, dislikes, perception, distortions.. sagla kaahi phaaar avghad naahi ga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tula kaay vatata?&lt;br /&gt;tula vatat asel ki mee ek philosopher banloy, paN majhya mate (punha mat) pratyek jan swatah cha ek philo asato. well, tumhi kiti general understanding express karoo shakta tyavar tumchee samajik baithak tharte. paN te sod.&lt;br /&gt;Tula kay vatat.. ki kashacha shod ghetlaa paahije? kaay karave tar ratri zop laagel? Kay shodhaycha mhaNje maarga tharvta yeil?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13201553-111714332052993749?l=zopdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111714332052993749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13201553&amp;postID=111714332052993749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/111714332052993749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13201553/posts/default/111714332052993749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zopdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/tujhyashi-gappaa.html' title='Tujhyashi gappaa'/><author><name>Harshoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074180616788855013</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></feed>
