Here again ....... the New Year........ 2007



When ever new things happens in life .... we feel / make ourself comfortable and
we would expect an increase from the present and improvements ,
as u'll spend more time to dedicate to it. I don't know where the rabbit hole ends,
but I do plan , enjoy each and ever moment of life journey.

Do Enjoy your new year.

For me, it'll be a bit of a new beginning / project / work / place,
may be any onething atleast as i guess. If you have a similar chance,
I'd encourage you to seize that opportunity.


Thanks & All the best to all my family members, all my guruji's , friends and all ......
Never loose the hope ..... For sure One day will be your day .......
Good start is a half done .... Make it bold .....
Wish a Happy & prosperous New Year 2007 !!


Realized Life ...... after a while.....

When i met my College friends @ Chennai,
I could hardly build / start my conversation …
Rather than asking questions about how are u ? Job? Life??
I couldn’t start myself with the subject.
Though we all have the same zeal of friendship within us,
Earlier (college days) we didn’t have enough topics to discuss,
Even then we managed to build our own chat about,
We had all 360 degree topics under our roof……
Not as much of time even then it was poles apart,

We all were sitting Idle; Quite even while traveling in the car,
Which was never my friend’s cup of tea??
It was like I had a very great conversation ….. Without talking much !
I couldn’t put it words …. It was pleasant too…..
Now ?
Everything has changed ……. Life, ambition, started earning!!
At end of the trip I concluded myself …. It’s the GAP the turned out!!
Though we all send mail / call / SMS each other …..
We have lost the zest that we had!!
Though absence sharpens friendship but presence strengthens it …
After all my friends are all also humans ... they had to blend to life's path !!
Whom are we supposed to Blame ??
smiled myself …..& said that’s life INBA,
time has to fade .... no other go !!
Miss you friends ..... Love u all !!
Don't Change the World


Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back to his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went through was very rough and stony. He then ordered his people to cover every road of the entire country with leather. Definitely, this would need thousands of cows' skin, and would cost a huge amount of money.


Then one of his wise servant dared himself to tell the king,

"Why do you have to spend that unnecessary amount of money ?

Why don't you just cut a little piece of leather to cover your feet ?"


The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a "shoe" for himself.
There is actually a valuable lesson of life in this story : to make this world a happy place to live, you better change yourself - your heart; and not the world.

JUST DO IT

Thoughts and dreams, holding on tight,
No matter how hard, don't give up the fight.

The tears start to fall with pressure and pain,
Keep pressing on and get rid of that shame.

Smile for you and keep yourself strong,
Things will work out, you're not always wrong.

Wipe those eyes and pick up your head,
The world's still turning and you are not dead.

Believe in your heart, keep your spirits alive,
Don't doubt yourself, you will survive.

You are loved even if you don't see,
Keep your personality, that is the key.

Be yourself, do what you do,
Maybe people will get the clue.

Ignore those put-downs no matter how hard,
Forgive your enemies, send them a card.

Encourage others, be a good friend,
In doing good things, there is no end.

Things can go wrong and make you feel low,
It's good not to dwell, you can let it go.

Say you can do it and not that you can't,
You could be famous and people could chant.

You could go to the moon and fly past the stars,
You could get your famous name driving race cars.

You could act on a stage or do ballet,
You could be a mother to say "It will be OK".

You could fight fires or work in a zoo,
You can follow your dreams, it's all up to you.

Pain and fear is all part of life every day,
You can do it if you want and you say.

Every problem will pass, keep holding on,
The scars from the past will soon be gone.

Love who you are and keep your chin up,
One day you will really know the meaning of a
golden prize cup.
- A Trace from the net -

Imagination has no bounds – Following has set an Example


What if Iraq had won in the war?? – Of course they would have dominated Americans, and they would have extended their culture with traditions in NY City. The following are the illustrative images of the changes..... I found it a very artistic.

Felt it very Intresting !!



Dont use mobile while you ride !!


Fried Chicken or Camels-flesh ??

No Comments !!

( Iraq Traditional New York City )




Diwali Cele with Ettimadai Kidz !!


" My recent visit to college and village for the Diwali Celebration has heightened me in the way of life, with the satisfaction of love & smile of those sweet kids.


As of now I see Ettimadai as two frameworks one is Amrita Institute and other is Smile of those kids. I felt those smiles are noble, that’s the reason why I didn’t bother to travel from Bangalore. Very often I used to think of those kids from here (Bangalore), wish to promote their way of living. I felt very relaxed after visiting the place, though I was physically stressed out with organizing the event & travel, I am feeling happy & my mind is filled with joy and peace. Thanks to my dear Shobhana madam, Deepak Sir & Ajai Sir for making my life a meaningful one. Thanks a ton.

That Saturday (14th Oct’06) morning when I reached Ettimadai railway station, I felt something was wrong with the tea shop (opposite to station); I halted for a moment and started figuring the missing possessions. Then I realized that the cloud of smoke, Anand – Hari’s bike, loud laughs, finally my guys ….. My eyes got wet on seeing those missing constituents. What to do that’s life ……. I cheered up myself and entered the tea shop, ordered for one & left place without completing it, because I couldn’t. I met Ajai sir in lab we were discussion loads of concepts regarding VIDYA, College, Software’s, Wipro, books, Photography. Then i left the lab by 1 pm to hostel .... had a lonely walk to reach the hostel. "




Miss those past moments & life !!
Mindsets & Limits :

Every individual have has his/her own views with respect to their way of approach in their life; it’s all due to the different mind set. Thus, different people may have different interpretation of an extended communication. Few believe strongly that “Impossible is nothing” or “Everything is Possible”, because maybe they have every thing in their life to fulfill what they want or they must have received what they want without any compromise. On the other hand, others may say “Not every thing is possible” that as human beings people have limitation in doing what they want, which means that there's something impossible to be done when people have reached this limitation.

In fact, this context may be represented as the symbol of enthusiasm which leads us to the fact that an ambitious man may say there's nothing impossible in our life if we want to do more to get what we want. It depends on time only when something is going to happen or not.


Don't ever talk about impossibility, because it's already been known that above and beyond every thing on this earth, there's a super power nature that has the power to do such impossibility, and then it certainly becomes a reality which hard to believed. It’s again your belief.

So, Possibilities or Impossibilities is all judged by your mindset.




Epilogue of my Life!!
[ I always feel this in my way ]



Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room's only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs,
their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing
to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.




The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.



As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had
described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.


Hospital Window
- The end -


Two Lovers plan to Suicide.
Boy jumped first;


Girl closed her eyes and (as usual ) forgetting the plan of suicide returns back saying Love is Blind.


The Boy, in mid-air (on seeing the girl) opened his parachute saying Love never Dies. !!

In this world ....




...in the land of the blind (leading the blind) the one eyed man (kid) is the KING.

Creativeness & What Life is !!


A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet.

He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help."

There were only a few coins in the hat. A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.Soon the hat began to fill up.

A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy.That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were.

The boy recognized his footsteps and asked,
"Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?"

The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.
What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it"

Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?
Of course both signs told people the boy was blind.

But the first sign simply told people to help by putting some money in the hat.

The second sign told people that they were able to enjoy the beauty of the day, but the boy could not enjoy it because he was blind.

The first sign simply said the boy was blind.
The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind.

Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?
There are at least two lessons we can learn from this simple story.

The first is: Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently. THERE IS ALWAYS A BETTER WAY!

The second is: Be thankful for what you have. Someone else has less. Help where you can and make it a great week ahead!!!

If you want something you never had, do something you have never done…!! No rehearsal are made in life, Each day is a new show , no repeat, no rewind, So give your best shot in all your worthy acts, As the show goes on & on !!

If you want to achive something great and different , never make your mind narrow !! Prefer road not taken than the regular one, you will know yourself better with the other !!
Have a Dream and Passion !! Very few peoples are born to win !!
The following piece , not just a piese but a master piese Inspired me a lot ..... INBA !!


It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science.
I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate in computer science. I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the US. I had not thought of taking up a job in India.
One day, while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (now Tata Motors). It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc.
At the bottom was a small line: "Lady candidates need not apply."
I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up against gender discrimination.
Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers. Little did I know then that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful.
After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco's management about the injustice the company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know who headed Telco.
I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of the Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company's chairman then). I took the card, addressed it to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote.
"The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India, such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives. They have cared for higher education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender."
I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco's Pune facility at the company's expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! I collected Rs 30 each from everyone who wanted a sari. When I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip.
It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city.
To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco's Pimpri office for the interview.
There were six people on the panel and I realised then that this was serious business.
"This is the girl who wrote to JRD," I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realisation abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the interview was being conducted.
Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, so I told them, rather impolitely, "I hope this is only a technical interview."
They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude. The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them.
Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, "Do you know why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories."
I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place.
I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties, so I answered, "But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories."
Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought I would take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka there, we became good friends and we got married.
It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him till I was transferred to Bombay. One day I had to show some reports to Mr Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as SM. I was in his office on the first floor of Bombay House (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in. That was the first time I saw "appro JRD". Appro means "our" in Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him.
I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, "Jeh (that's what his close associates called him), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate.
She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor." JRD looked at me. I was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview (or the postcard that preceded it).
Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he remarked. "It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the way, what is your name?"
"When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir," I replied. "Now I am Sudha Murthy." He smiled and kindly smile and started a discussion with SM. As for me, I almost ran out of the room.
After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common. I was in awe of him.
One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours. To my surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again I started worrying about that postcard. Looking back, I realise JRD had forgotten about it. It must have been a small incident for him, but not so for me.
"Young lady, why are you here?" he asked. "Office time is over." I said, "Sir, I'm waiting for my husband to come and pick me up." JRD said, "It is getting dark and there's no one in the corridor. I'll wait with you till your husband comes."
I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting alongside made me extremely uncomfortable.
I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He wore a simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing. There wasn't any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, "Look at this person. He is a chairman, a well-respected man in our country and he is waiting for the sake of an ordinary employee."
Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and said, "Young lady, tell your husband never to make his wife wait again." In 1982 I had to resign from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but I really did not have a choice. I was coming down the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up my final settlement when I saw JRD coming up. He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped. He saw me and paused.
Gently, he said, "So what are you doing, Mrs Kulkarni?" (That was the way he always addressed me.) "Sir, I am leaving Telco."
"Where are you going?" he asked. "Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a company called Infosys and I'm shifting to Pune."
"Oh! And what will you do when you are successful."
"Sir, I don't know whether we will be successful." "Never start with diffidence," he advised me. "Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society. Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. I wish you all the best."
Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive. Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once did. I told him of my many sweet memories of working with Telco. Later, he wrote to me, "It was nice hearing about Jeh from you. The sad part is that he's not alive to see you today."
I consider JRD a great man because, despite being an extremely busy person, he valued one postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received thousands of letters everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but he didn't do that. He respected the intentions of that unknown girl, who had neither influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever.
Close to 50 per cent of the students in today's engineering colleges are girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD. If at all time stops and asks me what I want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the company we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.
My love and respect for the House of Tata remains undiminished by the passage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence.

(Sudha Murthy is a widely published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in a number of social development initiatives. Infosys chairman Narayana Murthy is her husband.)
Certainly worth reading … very touching..

What would you do? You make the choice!

Don't look for a punch line; There isn't one! Read it anyway.
My question to all of you is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff,
he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."

Then he told the following story: Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys they knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning." Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart.The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming,

"Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND, NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up that opportunity to brighten the day of those with us the least able, and leave the world a little bit colder in the process? A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them


May [y] our day, be a Shay
~ Just for (O)ur eyes ~

Normally I don’t like classical songs & dances; though it is great art, I personally feel it is very slow from the beginning to the end. I prefer something that makes me boogie. After seeing these pictures in flickr; I am struck!! Some thing attracted me….

May be she is waiting for some one ....



Below, She is a seven year old girl , look at the way she attracts with her eyes …..



Look at her eyes , how sharp & powerfull !! "You don't take a photograph, you make it " , Isn't it true ? May be this is Nrityopahaaram (an offering of dance and mime) !!



En Kanavu / My Dream / Mera Sapna

Moderately too much to myself, but then convinced uncertainty happens in everyone’s life. Me being working at W**** Technologies accidentally I get a chance to act in a movie under the direction of Tamil Movies famous Director Shankar. Movie was about the life of a Software Engineer and his duty towards Family, Love, Sciety. Not sure with the female lead in the movie.

So before allotting days for the call sheet , I approached my PL & PM for permission for 2-3 months , being this happening first time in W**** Technologies the discussion went very serious with TL. Permission denied from the top, me then reporting that bad news to Director Shankar & Team. He finds out an alternative, to hunt the movie at Bangalore & Surrounding during the evening time to night as much as possible, under low lighting and at dark.

So I myself scheduled accordingly, so every evening 5’o clock, I get a car to pick me up at Electronic City. Make up in the car itself. Some how I managed to work at office and act in the movie concurrently.

One particular scene was shot at Marathalli Bridge - Bangalore, the scene was me (Hero) driving the bike over the bridge. That shot went for the several takes, since the Director Shankar known for his perfection in the film Industry.

That’s it .... !! Movie Done.


I found myself put down on my bed. Yes this was an outlandish dream On May 13, 2006 – Saturday night I had . Now i feel very happy, Since I was the Hero of the movie at least in my dreams ….


“Earlier Madiwala (Bangalore) Just had 5 – 10 shops but now it is drastic" was the proud information given by a old lady who got married reallocated to Bangalore at the age of 16 ( 10th STD students age ), residing at Bangalore for the past 47 years with her three daughters. Her husband had passed away long back and she is managing the road side Idlli shop for the past 20 years. Two of her daughters got settled at Tumkur ( Karnataka). Currently she is staying with her third daughter, her son-in-law & grand child. Also heard from her that her son-in-law (3 of her daughter’s husband are ready to support for her living), her willingness was to earn her own bread. I could feel the emotion when she was telling me this with a low voice.

Her grand child (girl) supports her at Idlli shop during her leisure time of her studies. The Police men (helps her) by charging Rs.30/ day to skip the enquiry of the higher officials.

The conversation happened in an informal way, Reason for this blog is that chat with the old lady made me to think of widow’s life, if at she is job less and having children what will be her / their life?? Living?

Felt Miserable !!
Though just the head left above shoulders,
Yet to complete the responsibilities shouldered !!
True Smile



True Mother (rescuer)
“ Be the change you want to see in the world ”


Feelings Unleashed

Sometimes the toughest thing about feelings is sharing them with others (may be friends too). Sharing your feelings helps you when your feelings are good and not so good enough. Sharing also helps you to get closer to people you care about and who care about you. When people talk about feelings, they sometimes use the word "emotions."
When you're trying to figure out what are exactly feelings, it might help to remember something that happened and think about how it made you to feel. Then you can say, "I feel sad when my friend doesn't talk with me" or "I feel angry when my enemy always wins at baseball." This can help you figure out your own feelings. It also gives the person you're talking with more information about what's bothering you.
But if you talk with someone who cares for you, like your best pal, mom or dad, you will almost always start to feel better. Now you're not all alone with your problems or worries. It doesn't mean your problems and worries disappear magically, but at least someone else knows what's bothering you and can help you find solutions. Your mom and dad want to know if you have problems because they love you and they want to know what's happening in your life. But what if a kid doesn't want to talk with mom or dad
Once you know who you can talk with, you'll want to pick a time and place to talk. Does it need to be private, or can you talk with your brother and sister in the room? If you think you'll have trouble saying what's on your mind, write it down on a piece of paper. If the person doesn't understand what you mean right away, try explaining it a different way or give an example of what's concerning you. Is there something you think could be done to make things better? If so, say it.
There is no limit in selecting a person whom you are comfort with to share your feelings, So that certain things in life about you are kept confidential( Right or Wrong).Let if flow right from your heart .......
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