tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252800932024-03-14T03:08:14.485-07:00zzz..zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.comBlogger187125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-32735594921016354892013-08-28T14:09:00.002-07:002013-08-28T14:09:22.861-07:00Glad I could retrieve the blog. Hope to be revive it now.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-3092155489926361322010-05-01T02:19:00.001-07:002010-05-01T02:28:59.890-07:00Coming back home does not feel the same. Once the place I grew up in is no more the place home is - it just fails to add up to the flavour called home. Its little disappointing but thats the way things are. Human beings are so prone to getting dependent upon status quo that a change can be equivalent of chaos. I have known people who can extend this so called familiarity-comfort to any level. For example, if some books on the table are shifted from left to the right - a great sin has been committed.<br />Its complex but crucial to distinguish familiarity from stagnation. At the same time its important to identify a large pattern on which one chooses to lead ones life.zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-1097315422155524442009-11-09T01:33:00.000-08:002009-11-09T01:34:49.831-08:00<em><strong>If you want to be happy in your life<br /><br />Start being so now</strong></em>zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-61995874017921506962009-07-30T03:58:00.000-07:002009-07-30T04:01:47.218-07:00<strong><em>jai ganapati nanadan pyaare<br />jai shiv paarvati dulaare<br />jai ridhi siddhi ke mangal daata<br />jai mushak vaahan dhare</em></strong>zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-69833335592833718472009-07-25T12:20:00.000-07:002009-07-25T12:22:19.670-07:00<strong></strong><em></em>EXPECTATION IS A ROUTE TO DISAPPOINTMENT<br /><br />zzzzzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-5308160950515777742009-06-30T14:48:00.000-07:002009-06-30T14:50:47.067-07:00best wishes to all who read this<em><strong><br />Ek din Khuda ne apne bande se kahaa<br />Tu jo chahe woh kar sakta hai<br />Haalanki, hota wahi hai jo Main chahti hoon<br />Jo tu woh chahe jo Main chahti hoon<br />To hoga wahi jo tu chahta hai.</strong></em>zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-43801840621075887122009-05-18T08:33:00.000-07:002009-05-18T08:36:55.394-07:00and the winner is<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hg-75lIrP7I&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hg-75lIrP7I&hl=en&fs=1" 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long since i sat down to write something like this, guess the feel of my old room, and old computer manages to tickel the electrons in my head and makes me write, even if it is nothing significant like today.<br /> what is it that makes people write? for me these days it is like a single goal of life to finish all that was started long ago. but thats unlike this - this one is maintained for i do not know why...but not for the university for sure ;)<br /><br /> will all the memories fade as i pass through life? now as i see them, they are not significant - all the things which seemed so then. not even as memories.<br /> it does not feel like anything important is happening now, even if it is - may be it is/ but may be it is not? who decides?<br />somehow people have infuenced my idea about what is significant and what is not in my life. but now i am seeing how far apart i am with many who were so significant for years....people, place, city, country, life, life points, beliefs, essentials, thresholds...somehow everything<br /><br />some things just change inside not outside. <br />and what can i do about it, but watch and pass through. <br />is this the key that i am looking for?zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-11666289555384783172009-02-07T23:54:00.000-08:002009-02-07T23:55:19.569-08:00class and grace - amrapali<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8F0yU7EjaQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8F0yU7EjaQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-74170363682807281472009-01-24T12:43:00.000-08:002009-01-24T12:47:05.376-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOW9LWn3OgM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOW9LWn3OgM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-38131974487831255652008-12-07T08:03:00.001-08:002008-12-07T08:03:53.089-08:00Handel's Messiah<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nnHksDFHTQI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param 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jaana.....</strong></em>zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-87301270575491822252008-10-03T07:41:00.000-07:002008-10-03T07:42:51.590-07:00<em><strong>ek din bik jaayega maati ke mol, jag main reh jaayenge pyare tere bol</strong></em>zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-88694552692813671382008-09-28T21:05:00.001-07:002008-09-28T21:22:55.412-07:00and the magic continues...the original story at www.zzz-writing.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodness-gracious-grace.html<br /><br /><br />the latest update:<br />Grace is with us for some months now and the stupid girl and the rest have fallen prey to her charm trap. <br />yesterday we went out and this is what followed (it is part of a private email)<br /><br />we all went there leaving grace behind in state of disbelief that we can leave her alone once more !!!<br />when we came back we found she has found new ways to express her frustration with this human habit of leaving their dogs behhind. like an animal activist or world peace volunteer she had created a mini havoc in the house. she managed to pull down some papers, pens and pen holders and stuff from top of the wooden drawers and nicely and meticlously chewed all of them. when scolded for the act, she felt deeply hurt on her sentiments and refused to eat her food for dinner.<br />today morning, she was back to normal and can be found running around , sniffing, snooping, and licking things, objects, furniture, upholstery and yes human limbs too. she is just making sure that we all know that she is back to normal.<br /><br />i can say we are all kind of getting used to her.zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-27997509333468364082008-09-23T10:26:00.000-07:002008-09-23T10:27:45.606-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISfO-EE3oNkGyqJfTYJe2JqnPnR64GGl9mDroUdZ8zQ2TIl3211GbB2pgRRqLga8Sfch10zxSMSB9bBwn2CVZ-BZHkij53xTTlgWk9_OCeaFeEbnNKffOhvlZ2fWBhu8DIPgM5w/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISfO-EE3oNkGyqJfTYJe2JqnPnR64GGl9mDroUdZ8zQ2TIl3211GbB2pgRRqLga8Sfch10zxSMSB9bBwn2CVZ-BZHkij53xTTlgWk9_OCeaFeEbnNKffOhvlZ2fWBhu8DIPgM5w/s400/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249269672380255682" /></a>zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-14756201997832908772008-09-22T09:30:00.000-07:002008-09-22T09:32:31.392-07:00time pass<strong>[1] Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving. <br />[2] Having one child makes you a parent; having two you are a referee. <br /><br />[3] Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband! <br />[4] I believe we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they wanted cash. <br />[5] A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school uniforms. <br />[6] Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent. <br />[7] Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without, but whatever you do, you'll regret it later. <br />[8] You can't buy love, but you pay heavily for it. <br />[9] Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote. <br />[10] Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired. <br />[11] Marriage is give and take. You'd better give it to her or she'll take it anyway. <br />[12] My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me. <br />[13] Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others. <br />[14] Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner. <br />[15] A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. <br />[16] You're getting old when you enjoy remembering things more than doing them. <br />[17] It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss. <br />[18] Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address books. <br />[19] Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you. <br />[20] Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something <br />[21] They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak! <br />[22] Man: Is there any way for long life? <br />Dr: Get married. <br />Man: Will it help? <br />Dr: No, but then the thought of long life will never come. <br />[23]Why do couples hold hands during their wedding? It's a formality just like two boxers shaking hands before the fight begins! <br />[24]Wife: Darling today is our anniversary, what should we do? <br />Husband: Let us stand in silence for 2 minutes. <br />[25]It's funny when people discuss Love Marriage vs Arranged. It's like asking someone, if suicide is better or being murdered. <br />[26]There is only one perfect child in the world and every mother has it. <br />[27]There is only one perfect wife in the world and every neighbor has it! <br /> </strong>zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-78367708867943319892008-09-10T08:14:00.000-07:002008-09-10T08:28:41.512-07:00wah re mere deshi have come across a pretty weird phenomenon sometimes now which shocked me at first and then saddened me. we all do know that the unorganized sector in India is larger than the organized sector and the plight of many skilled and unskilled blue (?) collared labourers in India is pretty bad.<br />some years back i went somewhere and i suddenly noticed that there were a large number of men sitting/standing/squatting on a particular stretch of an over crowded road.<br />curious i asked someone why so many men were crowding there. it was quite apparent from their clothes that they were very poor (what we call as labour class) people.<br />and then it dawned upon why that particular road was called as 'labour puliya'. in simple English it means 'labour's bridge'.<br />basically these men when they set out from their homes (i don't know if they are houses but wish they are at least homes for them) , they do not know if they will get work for the day. many of them pack their food (lunch/breakfast or just anything 'cause i do not know if they have the luxury to afford three meals in a day) but do not know where and whether they would be working through the day to have the 'relaxing food break'.<br />these are the labourers who are multi - skilled from being brick - layers to carpenters or whatever, but do not have a job. thus no employee , no benefits, no assurances and no future. they live to earn for the day to fix a meal for the day.zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-15704149700298959362008-09-02T08:10:00.000-07:002008-09-02T08:14:39.877-07:00Jai Ganesh Jai Ganesh Deva<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">Mata Jaaki Parvati, Pita Mahadeva. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">Jai Ganesha Deva !!!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">Hum Sab Teri Sharnan Aaye</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">Safal Keejo Sewa !!!</span></strong></div>zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-62417809788558841122008-08-26T08:08:00.000-07:002008-08-26T08:19:49.718-07:00any takers??these google guys are always snooping around. every time without fail my inbox is always carrying advertisements on its side columns - catching the subject matter / key words of my emails. did they ever include this condition in their contract which we sign at the time of registration? even if they did mention it - how many of us ever read those terms and conditions?<br />there is no regard for an individual's private space on the cyber world. and we call the internet as an important pillar of all those values which liberalism stands for- freedom of speech being the most visible and potent. but what happens of private space? what an absolute contradiction.<br />i wonder why we dont resist this outrageous invasion of our privacy?<br />okay for record - i am registering mine with this post.<br />but again who is bothered. this is free space and every nut is allowed to say what s/he wants to. thats it. the only catch is that when every body speaks practically no body listenszzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-79021246506693675122008-08-26T08:06:00.000-07:002008-08-26T08:08:00.645-07:00the only thing constant in life is change.<br />does'nt it sound cliched ? but it is true - is it not?zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-46829685656288191772008-08-19T06:12:00.000-07:002008-08-19T06:22:17.688-07:00i am amazed at the way things can take a complicated turn. it is because of all the complications we have inside that manifest out.zzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280093.post-39939079984140502892008-08-12T08:58:00.000-07:002008-08-12T08:59:23.068-07:00i have to learn how to refusezzz-writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909826965077435258noreply@blogger.com3