I am moving from London to Nagpur today 30th October 2011, therefore I'll not be available on net for couple of weeks from now.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
मित्रांनो,
आजपासून या वर्षीची दिवाळी सुरु झाली. आपल्या दैनंदिन जीवनात अनेक अडचणी आल्या असतील बरेच मनस्ताप सोसावे लागले असतील. पण ह्या सर्वांची गोळाबोरीज केव्हा तरी केलीच पाहिजे ना....? तो दिवस आजपासून सुरू झाला. आपण भाग्यवान मानू या स्वतःला की या अनंत काळात आपण जन्मलो, ब-या वाईटाचा अनुभव घेतला, किती तरी व्यक्ती प्रवृत्तींचा अनुभव आला. हा अनुभव आपली पुंजीच आहे. जेव्हा जीवनाचा खेळ खेळायला घेतला तेव्हा मित्रांनो हारजीत तर आलीच ना ..? प्रत्येक वेळी आपण जिंकुच, आपल्यालाच यश मिळेल असे तर होत नाही ना...? म्हणून खेळ सोडून द्यायचा..? नाही ना..तसा तो देताही येत नसतो..., आपली इच्छा नसली तरी... तेव्हा .. आलेले अपयश हा अनुभव आणि प्राप्त यश हे भांडवल मानून, पुढे सरसावून.. पुन्हा खेळायला सुरूवात करू या ..तशा व्यापारी पेढ्याही असा हिशेब मांडतात, आपण जीवनाच्या व्यापाराची गोळाबेरीज करू या.. त्याचीही सुरूवात आज झाली आहे.. दिवाळीचा पर्यायी शब्द उत्साह सुद्धा आहे.... आपणा सर्वांना दिवळीच्या मनःपूर्वक शुभेच्छा...पुढच्या खेळासाठी..... नवी उभारी, नव्या उत्साहासाठी ....!!
Friday, October 21, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
स्त्री : रसोई और बिस्तर से परे
निर्मला पुतुल
क्या तुम जानते हो
पुरुष से भिन्न एक स्त्री का एकांत?
घर प्रेम और जाति से अलग
एक स्त्री को
उसकी अपनी जमीन के बारे में
बता सकते हो तुम?
बता सकते हो
सदियों से अपना घर तलाशती
एक बेचैन स्त्री को उसके घर का पता?
क्या तुम जानते हो
अपनी कल्पना में किस तरह एक ही समय में
स्वयं को स्थापित और निर्वासित करती है एक स्त्री?
सपनों में भागती एक स्त्री का पीछा करते
कभी देखा है तुमने उसे
रिश्तों के कुरुक्षेत्र में अपने-आपसे लड़ते?
तन के भूगोल से परे
एक स्त्री के मन की गांठ खोलकर
कभी पढ़ा है तुमने उसके भीतर का खौलता इतिहास?
पढ़ा है कभी उसकी चुप्पी की दहलीज पर बैठ
शब्दों की प्रतीक्षा में उसके चेहरे को?
उसके अंदर वंशबीज बोते
क्या तुमने कभी महसूसा है
उसकी फैलती जड़ों को अपने भीतर?
क्या तुम जानते हो
एक स्त्री के समस्त रिश्ते का व्याकरण?
बता सकते हो तुम
एक स्त्री को स्त्री-दृष्टि से देखते
उसके स्त्रीत्व की परिभाषा?
अगर नहीं!
तो फिर
क्या जानते हो तुम
रसोई और बिस्तर के गणित से परे
एक स्त्री के बारे में....?
पुरुष से भिन्न एक स्त्री का एकांत?
घर प्रेम और जाति से अलग
एक स्त्री को
उसकी अपनी जमीन के बारे में
बता सकते हो तुम?
बता सकते हो
सदियों से अपना घर तलाशती
एक बेचैन स्त्री को उसके घर का पता?
क्या तुम जानते हो
अपनी कल्पना में किस तरह एक ही समय में
स्वयं को स्थापित और निर्वासित करती है एक स्त्री?
सपनों में भागती एक स्त्री का पीछा करते
कभी देखा है तुमने उसे
रिश्तों के कुरुक्षेत्र में अपने-आपसे लड़ते?
तन के भूगोल से परे
एक स्त्री के मन की गांठ खोलकर
कभी पढ़ा है तुमने उसके भीतर का खौलता इतिहास?
पढ़ा है कभी उसकी चुप्पी की दहलीज पर बैठ
शब्दों की प्रतीक्षा में उसके चेहरे को?
उसके अंदर वंशबीज बोते
क्या तुमने कभी महसूसा है
उसकी फैलती जड़ों को अपने भीतर?
क्या तुम जानते हो
एक स्त्री के समस्त रिश्ते का व्याकरण?
बता सकते हो तुम
एक स्त्री को स्त्री-दृष्टि से देखते
उसके स्त्रीत्व की परिभाषा?
अगर नहीं!
तो फिर
क्या जानते हो तुम
रसोई और बिस्तर के गणित से परे
एक स्त्री के बारे में....?
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The
change
There's
an old sea story about a ship's Captain who inspected his sailors, and
afterward told the first mate that his men smelled bad.
The Captain suggested perhaps it would help if the sailors would change underwear occasionally.
The first mate responded, "Aye, aye sir, I'll see to it immediately!"
The first mate went straight to the sailors berth deck and announced, "The Captain thinks you guys smell bad and wants you to change your underwear." He continued, "Pittman, you change with Jones, McCarthy, you change with Witkowski, and Brown, you change with Schneider."
THE MORAL OF THE STORY:
Someone may come along and promise "Change",
but don't count on things smelling any better.
The Captain suggested perhaps it would help if the sailors would change underwear occasionally.
The first mate responded, "Aye, aye sir, I'll see to it immediately!"
The first mate went straight to the sailors berth deck and announced, "The Captain thinks you guys smell bad and wants you to change your underwear." He continued, "Pittman, you change with Jones, McCarthy, you change with Witkowski, and Brown, you change with Schneider."
THE MORAL OF THE STORY:
Someone may come along and promise "Change",
but don't count on things smelling any better.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
THE BUZZARD: 
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8
feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will
be an absolute prisoner. The reason is That a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
THE BAT:
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air,
cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
THE BUMBLEBEE:
A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom.. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself...
PEOPLE:
In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up! That's the answer, the escape route and the solution to any problem!
Just look up.

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, But faith looks up!
Live simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly and
trust in our Creator who loves us.
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8
feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will
be an absolute prisoner. The reason is That a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
THE BAT:
cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
THE BUMBLEBEE:
A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom.. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself...
PEOPLE:
In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up! That's the answer, the escape route and the solution to any problem!
Just look up.
Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, But faith looks up!
Live simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly and
trust in our Creator who loves us.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
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