tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87929192698304170262024-02-08T05:54:55.745+05:30My Life...Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-28187694497585333052020-09-01T14:38:00.000+05:302020-09-01T14:38:50.538+05:30विसर्जन म्हणजे नक्की काय ?<div>विसर्जन म्हणजे नक्की काय ?</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Ganesh Visarjan 2020: Here Are The Timings & Other Important Details To Note For Ganesh Visarjan On September 1" height="240" src="https://static.abplive.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/27192900/ganesh-visarjan-afp.jpg?impolicy=abp_cdn&imwidth=400" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Image Source: https://news.abplive.com/</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>विसर्जन या शब्दाचा उगम संस्कृत शब्द "विसृज्" इथून होतो. या शब्दाचे तसे अनेक अर्थ आहेत, पण सर्वसाधारण अर्थ आहे "सोडून जाणे".</div><div><br />गणेश विसर्जन या संदर्भातून जर विचार केला, तर ज्या बाप्पाची गणेश चतुर्थीला स्थापना केली जाते त्या बाप्पाला अनंत चतुर्दशीच्या दिवशी विसर्जित करणे म्हणजे त्याला "शारीरिक अवतारातून विसर्जित करून परत निसर्गाकडे पाठवणे" होय.</div><div><br /></div><div>ते म्हणतात ना, कणाकणात देव असतो, म्हणजे माझ्या मते शक्ती असते. ती आहे नैसर्गिक शक्ती. निसर्गाकडे परत पाठवायला आधी बाप्पाला निसर्गातून साकार रूप द्यायला हवं. त्यासाठीच निसर्गात असलेल्या शाडू (clay) च्या मुर्त्या बनवल्या जातात, म्हणजे त्यांचे विसर्जन पुन्हा निसर्गात होईल. पण हल्लीच्या काळात POP (Plaster of Paris) च्या मुर्त्या बनवल्या जातात, ज्याचा उगम निसर्गातून प्रत्यक्षपणे होत नाही आणि त्याचे विसर्जनही निसर्गात होत नाही. उलट निसर्गाची हानी होते ती वेगळीच गोष्ट!</div><div>याविषयावर अनेक वाद-विवाद होतील. काहीजण म्हणतील मोठ्या मुर्त्या बनवणं शाडूने शक्य नाही किव्वा शाडू महाग आहे POP पेक्षा, पण मुळात मोठ्या मुर्त्या हव्यात कशाला? ज्या निसर्गातून आपण बाप्पाला साकार रूप देतो त्या निसर्गाला काही अंत नाही! त्यामुळे लहान-मोठा अशी तुलना मानवी गोष्टींची आहे, नैसर्गिक गोष्टींसाठी नाही. त्यामुळे जश्या जमतील तश्या आकाराच्या नैसर्गिक मुर्त्यांची स्थापना व्हायला हवी!</div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="BBC World Service - CrowdScience, Is Soil The Secret to Slowing Climate Change?" height="184" src="https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/images/ic/640x360/p06t61nl.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="328" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Image Source: https://www.bbc.co.uk/</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br />आता कोरोना मुळे शासनातर्फे तयार केलेल्या कृत्रिम तलावात विसर्जन झालेल्या POP च्या मुर्त्यांची दुर्दशा बघून काही जणांना वाटेल कि आपल्या भावनांचा खेळ होतोय! पण मुळात आपल्याला गणेश विसर्जन कितपत माहिती आहे याची शहानिशा करावी! POP च्या मुर्त्यांच्या विसर्जनातून अजून काय अपेक्षा ठेवायची आपण? म्हणूनच शाडूच्या मुर्त्या वापरण्याचा उपक्रम सुरु करणे, ही खरी सद्भावना!</div><div><br />अशा या बुद्धिदेवताची कृपादृष्टी सर्वांवर राहो, हीच प्रार्थना! 😊</div><div><br />गणपती बाप्पा मोरया!</div><div>पुढच्या वर्षी लवकर या! 🙏</div>Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-63250210524850745762020-07-11T21:59:00.003+05:302020-07-11T21:59:39.247+05:30Menstrual Hygiene Products<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being a Sunday, let's talk about a new topic, which is Menstrual Hygiene products today.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know that many of you, including both boys and girls, are partially/totally unaware about menstrual hygiene and related products.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are 3 major products which are used for menstrual hygiene:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Sanitary Napkin, which is extremely popular than others</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. Tampon</span><br />
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<a href="https://5.imimg.com/data5/WY/UE/MY-52669669/disposable-cotton-sanitary-napkins-500x500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Disposable Cotton Sanitary Napkins at Rs 1.6/piece | Jankipuram ..." border="0" height="200" src="https://5.imimg.com/data5/WY/UE/MY-52669669/disposable-cotton-sanitary-napkins-500x500.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sanitary napkins available in the market belong to the category of non-biodegradable products as they are mostly made of synthetic materials that contain toxic chemicals. Also, they have a very short life cycle and are used only once. The cost of such a basic necessity is relatively high now! There are many other issues like frequent changing napkins, unnecessary rashes, incorrect size, etc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Biodegradable sanitary napkins are also available in the market, but most ladies are not aware of them, so never tried, and if tried, don't mostly prefer them due to risk involved due to low absorption and leakage, but in fact, they are more environment-friendly.</span><br />
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<a href="https://www.healthline.com/hlcmsresource/images/topic_centers/WomensHealth/3676-menstrual_cup_732x549-thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Menstrual Cups: How to Use, Benefits, and More" border="0" height="150" src="https://www.healthline.com/hlcmsresource/images/topic_centers/WomensHealth/3676-menstrual_cup_732x549-thumb.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A menstrual cup is another product that most ladies are completely unaware of. It is an intrauterine device (IUD). It has several advantages over sanitary napkins. It is made of bio-friendly materials like silicon and is completely free of toxicity and hence doesn't affect the skin post usage. It is completely reusable and hence complete environment-friendly. Also, its use time is much higher, unlike sanitary napkins, so it reduces worries.</span><br />
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<a href="https://cdn.vox-cdn.com/thumbor/KM-NOHQOcGnZksR3Tos0bmHCzOE=/0x0:1000x750/1200x800/filters:focal(0x0:1000x750)/cdn.vox-cdn.com/uploads/chorus_image/image/49927153/shutterstock_230432302.0.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="New York City to provide free tampons and pads in public schools ..." border="0" height="133" src="https://cdn.vox-cdn.com/thumbor/KM-NOHQOcGnZksR3Tos0bmHCzOE=/0x0:1000x750/1200x800/filters:focal(0x0:1000x750)/cdn.vox-cdn.com/uploads/chorus_image/image/49927153/shutterstock_230432302.0.0.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A tampon is just another product that functions similar to sanitary napkin but the only difference is that it is also an IUD. So, overall, it needs to be changed frequently plus it's also not reusable. It only reduces worries related to rashes to some extent. Those who use tampons, sometimes also use sanitary napkins for extra precaution.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From the above comparison, you must have understood that menstrual cups serve a very good purpose and should be recommended and promoted over sanitary napkins. I would request the ladies to read more about these topics and choose a better alternative for a good cause!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanks for reading.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Image Source Link (in order of appearance):</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/325790</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. IndiaMart</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. https://www.healthline.com/health/womens-health/menstrual-cup</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. https://www.vox.com/2016/6/22/12005866/free-tampons-pads-in-new-york-city</span></div>
Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-44975265962068573502017-06-21T01:47:00.000+05:302017-06-21T02:36:28.013+05:30Haunted Tree - Epilogue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Disclaimer: This horror story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to name, place, organization or community is purely a coincidence. The story is neither meant for harming any living being, nor does it encourage readers to believe in paranormal activities. The images used in the post are only for representation purpose. They are downloaded from internet and the author doesn't bear the rights of the same.</b></div>
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<b>Story till now: </b>Read at <a href="http://ratsthegreat.blogspot.in/2016/11/haunted-tree-dark-territory.html" target="_blank">Haunted Tree - Dark Territory</a></div>
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Covered in the layers of bedsheets, I laid there awakened amidst the terrific aura of fear. The sound of crickets had suddenly denoised that night. Everything was calm and pacified. It was just 2 days past full moon day and there was enough light falling on the leaves of tamarind tree near our house as it was quite visible from my bed itself.<br />
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Profusely sweating and shivering simultaneously in the cold weather, I rose up to my feet and glanced at the peaceful surrounding, although terrified about the events in my teacher's house. I was more terrified on thinking how I reached my room from the entrance of the door where I felt unconscious for quite some time and doubted whether my teacher had reached my home.<br />
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The high possibility of my mother's existence in the house during such odd midnight hours gave me a sigh of relief. I was the only son of my widowed mother. My father died of chronic heart failure in our own house a few years ago the reason of which I was never told. I looked around for the sight of my mother so as to verify my assumption of my mother bringing me upstairs as she always did when I came home drunk from parties sometimes.<br />
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I came out of my room and entered living room where I found nothing in particular except that the door to the basement was unlocked and slightly open with my mother's footwear near the door. Now that I was confirmed about her presence I, at once, directed my legs towards the basement with a doubled curiosity that she never allowed me to go down there while she herself was there tonight. With heavy steps on the old wooden staircase, I reached the basement flashing my torch and called out to my mother without receiving any reply. I tossed my head around in search of my mother and instead stepped onto one of the rigid bags and fell down.<br />
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I flashed the torch on the things fallen out of the bag and was quite surprised to find my father's unseen photographs included in those things. The other things included wooden artifacts and toys which seemed to be the excellent works of my father and photographs of few trees in which one of them was that of the tree which had almost deceived me. I was taken aback. There was a long note lying beside me.<br />
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<i>"Dear son, your father was a successful legal woodcutter and a timber supplier in the country since a decade. He used to cut down old trees for producing timber required for the city dwellers the unused part of which he kept with him to design wonderful toys out of his hobby. He kept a photograph of the tree before cutting them down and the toys, both in the basement.</i><br />
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<i>One fine day, your father headed towards that tree and was startled at first upon glancing at the very tender, pale and bright green coloured leaves of the tree contradicting the description received by him during the contract. There was no way he could confirm about it and moreover, there was never a mistake in the official statements and hence he proceeded to chop it down.</i><br />
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<i>As soon as he was about to lay his machine on the tree there arose a fire in its stem which was small enough to be extinguished by a bucket of water. But the fire refused to vanish even after using 4-5 buckets, that was when he decided to cut the tree as the fire was neither growing large nor burning the tree even slightly. He did accordingly, leaving aside the burning stem for it was so firmly rooted that the machine was unable to even move the leftover stem an inch aside.</i><br />
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<i>The tree was however proved unfit as timber which left all the wood with him and he thought of renovating our house with the obtained wood. He did it within few months and also designed an evil-looking creature and kept it in the basement. I got aware of his experience with this tree when he told me about it few days later and I was frightened. I was further angry on him for making a wicked toy out of this one too, though I rarely visited his basement.</i><br />
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<i>The next day he was found dead in the basement with no external injury seated in his wooden chair with ambiguity on his face. The police investigation, however, reported it as an unfortunate incident due to a heart failure. I raised you, my son, with great care stepping aside this unforgetful memory of your father. In order to hide the past and secure your future from negative thoughts, I even locked the basement forever and never told you what existed there.</i><br />
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<i>I had written until this line many years ago so that I may show it you after you complete your teenage. Today I got a phone of your teacher who advised me to share it with you now as she was confirmed, you're more mature as a person, now. I hope you understand me.</i><br />
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I was startled upon noticing on the floor, the same creature carved in the wood as that I saw during my several experiences with that haunted tree, the truth of which had dawned upon me very late. I trembled with fear upon realization of this harsh truth which was now a terrible past of the tragic experiences which I perceived. With a torch in hand, I looked out for mother in the bright light of the fire. There she laid, down on the ground in the dark corner of the basement meeting a horrible death due to this tree. I was emotional yet terrified at the same moment. The teacher was not a real living identity, I realized.<br />
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The only thing left with me to do was to destroy the past including that bag of toys and all those photographs so that I would face no more horrible experience henceforth. I lit a match and set the bagful of wooden toys on fire and threw all the photographs on it. Trembling with fear, while I rushed upstairs, I watched the entire basement getting caught in a fire all of a sudden.<br />
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I at once reached the main door, forced it open and stepped out into the lawn to get away from the dreadful instance which had befallen me until few steps upon which there appeared several evil-looking figures from the toys marching towards me from all sides. I turned back and ran hastily inside the house in order to reach the telephone and inform the cops for immediate help. But before I could even move ahead, the entire house was in flames. Upon observing carefully I noticed that the walls and ceiling of our house were transforming into raw wooden textures and it appeared as if the tree was trying to grasp the entire house within its stem, simultaneously burning like anything.<br />
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Before I could think about anything else, the house took the shape of the ill-fated wicked tree which was concerned with my strange experiences, the curse of which had befallen upon me from my father and was entirely in captivity of the curse then. A huge roar of laughter which resembled that of my teacher was heard. The tree suddenly shed all its leaves filling my entire house which caught more fire and turned the house into ashes within a couple of seconds.<br />
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<i>"Did you hear about the case of woodcutter's family?"</i><br />
<i><br /></i> <i>"Yes. Fate had it done. The mother-son pair can't simply go missing as mentioned by cops in their report."</i><br />
<i><br /></i> <i>"True, but equally true is the fact that cops upon careful examination stated so. The house was entirely empty and there were no traces of anything which could provide any evidence of happenings of last night, they said!"</i><br />
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I yelled for help, but it couldn't affect things. Soon I was able to see, but I couldn't move. I was somewhere on the outskirts of the town on a roadside and my neighbours were standing right near me without being able to hear my shouts!<br />
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<b>Disclaimer: This post is inspired from true incidents. Any resemblance to person, place, thing or community is purely a coincidence. The images used in the post are only for representation purpose in order</b><b> to assist the reader's imagination. They are downloaded from the internet and the author does not bear the rights of the same.</b><br />
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Spending one of the holidays at home instead of a day-out was seldom interesting due to unwilling neighbours ringing the doorbell at any instant irrespective of the time. After a heavy weekday work, I thought of staying indoors and make myself more comfortable than how I do in my office during weekdays. It was fun to get along with our Tommy seated in my lap listening to my conversations which actually made no sense to him yet as any faithful companion would do he would remain composed in the state he was in, glancing at me a couple of times making an impression that he's following me closely upon which I would laugh at this at times.<br />
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That day Tommy was busy in searching his natural prey in his optimistic surroundings which were all trees and bushes and grasses and an old well across the frontyard which provided us pure groundwater for more than a season. Our house is situated in a rural area which included moderately dense trees all around and farmlands spread over no less than several yards in the west such that the threat of any accompanying wildlife creature would be noticed by Tommy first, alarming us all about the threat. We were a couple of families residing in the eastern patch along the boundary of farmlands while the others occupied the plateau on the east. On all the sides of our house except for the west there were trees which can hide anyone's presence within tens of meters away.<br />
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I sat on the border of verandah which was a ten feet wide passage outside our living room and which was the only construction in the entire house made up of concrete in order to avoid any surprise attack of predators whose possibility of roaming around after midnight would not have been zero. This time there was no Tommy beside me or any novel in my hand as the usual ritual of mine was to enjoy the presence of either of the one to break the silence effectively.<br />
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It was daytime - a quarter to three - without the slightest trace of any bright rays of sunlight falling upon the leaves and getting reflected which reveal the true natural colours of our environment. The ultimate silence from other houses was enough to prove that all other families have been enjoying a sweet post-lunch nap. The birds had also stopped their twittering.<br />
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I gazed the part of the sky which was visible to me right above the house and the major one to the west, above the farmlands The grayish shades of all clouds was not really that surprising for me as the summertime had ended and it was no perfect the time for any downpour. A flash of bright white light appeared across the horizon for less than a millisecond which was no wonder the thunder light informing about the approaching rainfall in prior. I stood up and leaned from the frontyard and there it were - the first drops of rain - falling on my cheeks giving an immense pleasure. Within no time, not just my face but even my clothes began to moisten and that quick realization made me rush indoors into the verandah.<br />
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While running inside, I looked back to notice the rainfall turning severe and wondered if Masala Chai would add to my comfort which was already blessed with this sudden rainfall. Without considering my thoughtful opinion which would have been in affirmation anyhow, I marched into the kitchen, made myself a hot Masala Chai and returned back onto the steps of the verandah with a large cup to relish the moment altogether.<br />
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The dry frontyard was now completely soaked with water and it emanated petrichor, that distinct mesmerizing smell of ground dampening due to first rainfall. The small trees in the compound, of jasmine, Holy basil, chikoo, banana, papaya, etc. had by now completely drenched in rainwater and was evident from their leaves which shined more than earlier in just a few minutes duration. The larger ones occupying the entire neighbourhood like tamarind, mango, teak, jackfruit, etc. were no less wet during the period.</div>
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Taking a glance all around the verandah, I gulped down the throat - drop by drop - the hot Chai which acted like a supplement to a healthy man. The birds had now supposedly woken up to the sound of the roaring of clouds for there was a speedy flight of few tailor birds, crows and sparrows across the trees in search of a more secure place of shelter. Tommy appeared from nowhere and took a seat beside me without growling even once. Following the distinct sound of 'meow', the soft trail of Peacock amidst the dense trees at a very long distance had disappeared before I could even enjoy its sight. Alas! Even Tommy looked at me in dismay.<br />
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With few more ferocious attacks of thunderstorms, the first rainfall was now on the verge of becoming a heavy rainfall for the entire frontyard was now flooded with the water level of about a couple of centimeters which readily flowed through the narrow passage at the corner down the slope. The distinct circular ripples which form due to raindrops had now been interfering with each other losing their individuality leaving behind water as a whole.<br />
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The crystal clear drops of rainwater falling off the clay roofs of my house appeared like thick strings of transparent molten glass dripping right in front of me from the empty verandah where I was seated occasionally touching my lips to the cup of tea which had emptied minutes ago. It was raining cats and dogs now and the surroundings appeared to be more faint than usual and the visibility range had reduced drastically. I could only make out that the neighbours were yet covering few things like wood and hay lying in their yards which were almost soaked with water due to this surprising outburst.<br />
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I realized it was almost four in the evening, as I turned my back leaving aside the empty cup to take a glance at the large round clock hanging on the side of the living room. There was no doubt for the rainfall to be the sole reason for keeping all neighbours away from my house and keeping theirs into interest for the day. From a long distance, somewhere the mixed sounds of peacocks, monkeys and several birds were clearly audible as it remarked the cry of happiest expressions of animals during first rainfall. The sound of weak trees falling abruptly somewhere far away due to their incapability of standing against the mighty winds accompanied with the rainfall was quite characteristic.<br />
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The clouds seem to have emptied their entire volume onto the earth as it could be noticed from the reduced intensity of rainfall. I stood up from my place and was about to verify the same when, much to my astonishment, the wonderful band of bright seven colours flashed into the bright sky. No sooner had I turned my head down than the sound of 'meow' targeted me. This time it was so close that I got to see not only the peacock but also its spreading of feathers and I stared at it without closing my eyelids even once till its disappearance in the nearby bushes.<br />
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The rain had almost stopped now. Tommy went inside and I stepped further ahead in the frontyard to feel the wetness of the ground in a real sense and I was almost dancing over the entire compound when all of a sudden there fell something on the ground with a loud thud sound right a few steps away from me. I turned to check the object which revealed itself as the coconut falling off the tree beside our compound after weakening enough due to this rainfall.<br />
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<b>Story till now: </b>Read at <a href="http://ratsthegreat.blogspot.in/2016/01/haunted-tree-sequel.html" target="_blank">Haunted Tree Sequel</a><br />
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My eyes opened all of a sudden. The fan above me was moving slowly. I was lying on bed in a house which looked somewhat familiar to me. I rose and said to myself, <i>“This seems to be our Maths teacher’s house!”</i><br />
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<i>“What do you mean by alive?”</i>, she asked angrily and continued, <i>“It was my birthday yesterday and you were lying in our basement. So, I brought you up this morning. Since then you were asleep. When did you arrive here?”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“Last night, when my friend told me to visit you!”</i>, saying this I wondered if I was in dreams yet again. But, I couldn’t have reached the wrong house in dreams though. I started recollecting about how I arrived in basement but all I could remember was that I went down upon someone’s call. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I couldn’t believe her. I went out to check if all other flowers bouquets present outside her house were still there! Surprisingly there wasn’t any! Neither was there any tree in front of her house. I stood there on the door gazing at the moon and lightning strikes which indicated the possibility of rainfall.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“Now come inside, it will soon be raining”</i>, she said while standing besides me on the door. At that very instant, I realized something. I hadn’t returned home and my mother must be worrying about me. She doesn’t even leave me at my friend’s place without letting her informed and this time I’d spent an entire day!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I stared at the interiors of her house. There was dust and spider-webs all over. I always thought she likes cleanliness, but I was wrong. There were weird objects placed all over, including a mould of skull, strange toys, different knifes etc. which had nothing to do with her profession. The rain had stopped by now.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As we were crossing the backyard, something caught my eye. It looked like a graveyard. I was scared. There were too many human skeletons lying in an arranged manner in that wet mud. There was also a vacant burial space adjoining it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Before I could ask her about it, she spoke, <i>“Many years ago, this place was a graveyard and no one lived here since years. And then I bought it as I couldn’t find any other house those days.”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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I was terrified as I’d never been to graveyard either and I’d seen skeletons only in biology laboratory.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As she kept telling about the previous owner of that house, we reached the corner of the yard where a huge tree had grown. I looked up and to my astonishment, it was the same tree I’d seen in my dreams. This time it had leaves and its stem was on fire.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I stepped back with fear and shouted, <i>“This tree is evil!”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Before I could flee the place, she caught hold of my arm and calmed me down saying, <i>“Trees aren’t evil, humans are!”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“Why are we here?”</i>, I asked as I was trembling with fear upon seeing that tree.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“The stem of this tree is always on fire and hence I treat this as a bonfire during night! You can sacrifice the coldness of your body here and feel better!”</i>, she said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This was quite unusual for me but I believed her. She handed over some twigs to me and insisted me to put them near stem to increase the fire! As soon as I went near it, the tree shed all its leaves, increased the fire and someone pushed me towards the fire and laughed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I fell down and turned back, but my teacher was nowhere to be seen. I saw something rise out of the ground. It was that evil figure once again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I ran away as fast as I could. I could hear a cunning laughter! As I passed through the backyard, the skeletons were all out of ground facing me and had scattered near that vacant space!<o:p></o:p></div>
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It made my blood run cold and I ran out of the gate onto the main road with that evil laugh echoing all over. I turned back to see that evil figure standing upright amidst the darkness!<br />
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As I reached my house, I was panting heavily. I knocked the door several times, but no one opened. I could hear the same evil laugh again. I looked back and saw that figure walking towards me. I started yelling and ringing doorbell as fast as I could!<o:p></o:p></div>
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The door opened all of a sudden. I rushed in and closed the door quickly and fell down unconsciously!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com0Khar Rd, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India19.0700235 72.84363209999992319.062520000000003 72.833547099999919 19.077527 72.853717099999926tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-33777539152523446162016-01-07T00:28:00.002+05:302017-06-21T01:52:11.545+05:30Haunted Tree Sequel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Disclaimer: This horror story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to name, place, organization or community is purely a coincidence. The story is neither meant for harming any living being, nor does it encourage readers to believe in paranormal activities. The images used in the post are only for representation purpose. They are downloaded from internet and the author doesn't bear the rights of the same.</b></div>
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<b>Story till now: </b>Read at <a href="http://ratsthegreat.blogspot.in/2015/12/haunted-tree.html" target="_blank">Haunted Tree!</a></div>
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<i>“Bhoot aaya.. Bhaago jaldi.. Bhaago..” </i>I kept screaming till my mother shook me very hard to bring me out of my horror dream!<br />
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It was an indeed the first horrible dream of my life. I’d never experienced such a dream! My mother knew that I was used to dreaming at nights! So she went to the kitchen telling me to get ready for college as someone had called on my cell and informed me.<br />
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I was shocked. It was Sunday! How can there be lectures in college on the holiday?<br />
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I straightaway went to the bathroom. The next moment, I shouted on seeing my hand in the mirror!<br />
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There was a unique symbol scribbled on my hand with blood stains dripping out of it. Mother asked me what had happened. As I was about to tell her about it, my hand was alright and there was no symbol! I kept thinking about this till I got out of my home for college.<br />
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Just as I was about to cross the lane adjoining college, I saw a black cat with neon-green eyes – the same one as that from my dream – staring at me continuously while I ignored her and walked into college campus!<br />
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To the astonishment there was not a single student in the campus! Even the gatekeepers enquired as in why I’d came to the college on the holiday! I even forgot to ask mother who had played this prank!<br />
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Suddenly I remembered the dream and I tried to look at the haunted tree from my dream which was inside the campus with curiosity! There wasn’t any such tree there! I gave a happy smile.<br />
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I pointed out and asked the gatekeepers if they cut down any tree from that place. Surprisingly, they told me there wasn’t any tree there!<br />
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As I was about to return back home, someone called me from behind. I turned back to notice my college friend walking towards me with a wonderful bouquet in his hand.<br />
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He informed me that our Maths teacher passed away last night and he was going there. I was shocked for a moment. I wondered if it had anything to relate to my dream!<br />
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He told me that he had some important work to do and requested me to take that bouquet to her place. I agreed.<br />
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For a moment I was stunned to notice the symbol on the bouquet which he handed over to me. It was the same one which I had seen on my hand apparently. I was going to ask him about it, but he had gone.<br />
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Suddenly the winds blew ferociously followed by lightning and heavy rain.<br />
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Catching hold of the umbrella, I set off to her house. She stayed close to our college. She was unmarried and stayed alone.<br />
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I’d visited her place earlier. I was terrified on seeing the haunted tree from the dream right in front of her house. Today, the house appeared to me like a haunted house due to this weather.<br />
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As I moved further, I was shocked! There were many similar bouquets with the same symbol, all of them laid down outside her house. I thought, there must be a florist shop nearby, though I never saw it.<br />
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The door behind me shut with a loud noise!<br />
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I went further to check if anyone had arrived at her place. Everything was neatly arranged at her place. I didn’t know whom to call as I forgot to ask more details about her death like the incident, place, reason, etc.<br />
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I stepped inside further and asked, “Is anyone there?”<br />
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“Yes, I’m here in the basement!” I heard a very low voice from the basement!<br />
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I felt relieved as there was atleast someone in the house from whom I could ask about this tragic incident. I stepped down in the basement. It was almost dark there!<br />
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I saw a familiar figure in the corner.<br />
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“No, this can’t be true! You can’t get out of my dream!” I yelled as I remembered it’s the same figure which followed us in my dream.<br />
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As the spirit approached me, the only electric bulb which was glowing in the basement went off!<br />
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The campus bell rang at 3 am. We students were loitering around in the college campus. We had no idea what we were doing there at such an odd time!<br />
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It was pitch dark outside. I looked up at the sky to find the moon. Then I realized it was a new moon night. I trembled with fear just as my other friends.<br />
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Suddenly, a girl from our group screeched loudly. Someone had touched her shoulder, she claimed upon asking her. This frightened us further.<br />
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We all stepped onto the ground. The ground always had neon lights lit up at night to make the green grass on the ground more scenic. But how could it be off today? We were almost shocked.<br />
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Only the few government lamps installed in the campus were lit, due to which we could barely manage to see ourselves and the way.<br />
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Walking hands in hands, we crossed the ground and started moving through the trees on the left. Suddenly I turned back and noticed a woman in white dress walking towards us!<br />
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I informed others to walk fast. But it was not possible as there were many pebbles on the path. The woman approached us quickly and shouted, “Students, don’t go that way.”</div>
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We turned back to realize that it was none other than our Maths teacher. We felt relieved that we didn’t encounter any witch according to our thought.<br />
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“Look there. There’s a haunted tree ahead which will follow your path if you go near it,” she warned.<br />
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We looked forward and didn’t notice any such tree. To our astonishment, the woman was nowhere to be seen behind us. But how could she disappear on the open ground? We all trembled with fear by now!<br />
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We turned back and stepped onto another route which goes to the half-demolished building in the campus. We started taking brisk steps till the building. The unusual winds blowing in the campus and making noise due to the adjoining trees frightened us at every moment.<br />
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Once again a girl walking ahead screamed loudly. A black cat with neon-green coloured eyes stood right in the middle of the road staring at us in an aggressive manner!<br />
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We shooed that cat away. It uttered a dangerous <i>MEOW</i> at us before disappearing into the nearby bushes! Ignoring it, we stepped ahead.<br />
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Soon we reached that building and a tree right in front of it started waving vigorously with the wind. We all stood there leaning by the wall of the building.<br />
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Suddenly, that tree stopping waving and remained steady without a single leaf! All the leaves had shaded down all of a sudden!<br />
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It was a huge tree. We had never seen that tree in our campus earlier. I went closer to find out if anyone was hiding behind that tree.<br />
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Suddenly the tree set ablaze and the fumes formed a fiery image of a spirit.<br />
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All other students shouted at me to return back to the building. I slipped there while turning back. In a moment the entire tree was burning! I started running back to the building with large jumps.<br />
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Everyone was screaming with fear and I stood there gazing at the burning tree!</div>
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Suddenly, a spirit evoked out of the flames and started moving towards us quickly. We all shouted and started running away from the building towards the gate as fast as we could.</div>
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<i>“Bhoot aaya.. Bhaago jaldi.. Bhaago..” </i>I kept screaming till my mother shook me very hard to bring me out of my horror dream!<br />
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<b>Story ahead: Read at <a href="http://ratsthegreat.blogspot.in/2016/01/haunted-tree-sequel.html" target="_blank">Haunted Tree Sequel</a></b></div>
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Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com4Golibar Rd, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India19.0715593 72.84431740000002319.064055800000002 72.834232400000019 19.0790628 72.854402400000026tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-22073470264928351932015-12-16T20:41:00.000+05:302017-07-12T13:31:27.141+05:30The Journey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was Sunday. She went to Marine Drive that day!<br />
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She used to come home from the hostel on few Saturdays, spend a day with her parents and then return to the hostel on Sunday.<br />
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She was stressed with life. The studies and exams have been hitting her harder these days! It seemed, she kept all the negativity with her. She never spoke about it to her friends in college as they were new to her and neither to her parents who were far away from her.<br />
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That day she decided to witness the scenic beauty of Marine Drive for the last time. She had planned to commit suicide on reaching the hostel.<br />
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As she reached Marine Drive, she spotted something unusual!<br />
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A large crowd had gathered at a place and the people there seemed terrified. She had no idea what had happened. She tried to get a glimpse at the center of the crowd, but she couldn’t reach there.<br />
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She asked a passer-by about the incident.<br />
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<i>“Pata nahi ekjactly kyaa hua hai! Lekin kuch log bol rahe hai ki koi admi achanak se behosh hokar zameen pe gir gaya!” </i>(English translation: I don't know what happened exactly! But, few people are saying that a man fell unconsciously on the ground.)<br />
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This tragic incident dejected her further. She felt as if she’s the only one causing all the problems on this Earth!<br />
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Soon, an ambulance arrived and departed for the hospital within a couple of minutes. She realized that people die unknowingly in this world and it will be her turn, the next day!<br />
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After some time, she left the place for the railway station. She used to board the same train whenever she came home.<br />
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She was shocked a bit. The berth opposite to her was empty. As the departure time was approaching, she started feeling restless. She searched the entire coach but couldn’t find that old man!<br />
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A few months ago, when she was heading to her hostel for the first time, her parents had arrived at the station to drop her. They were worried about her as it was the first time they were leaving her alone.<br />
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An old man, bald and aged in 70s, yet a cheerful person, seated on the berth opposite to her noticed the anxiety amongst her parents. He assured them that he will look after her throughout the journey. She reached hostel safely.<br />
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Since then, whenever she visited home and was returning to the hostel on Sunday, she would find him on that very same seat.<br />
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She was not talkative as such. But, eventually, they both started talking with each other. He often appraised her for her smartness and that she was trying to become an independent girl as her parents never worried about her journey anymore. She used to tell him about the modern education system, the life of Mumbaikars and other casual news.<br />
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He, in turn, would tell her about his village, where he lives and the life of a modern villager now! He used to ask her about the wonderful places to visit in Mumbai so that he could visit them the next time he comes and she would present a list of places before him.<br />
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Though he was a senior citizen, he never seemed to suffer from any problems like fatigue, blood pressure issues, etc. In fact, he used to eat a lot and be cheerful throughout the journey. She was very fond of his way of living.<br />
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It was that unique bond between them that made her feel restless. She couldn’t even enquire with TTE as there are no registrations of Second Class passengers as such!<br />
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Suddenly, she remembered his village he always mentioned about and the way to get there. She alighted the train at his destination station and took a bus further to his village. She asked his address at a local shopkeeper who hired an auto for her.<br />
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As she reached his house, she saw a crowd of villagers gathered at his place. She confirmed with an elderly person about his house. Reaching ahead she saw the members of his family crying their heart out! But she couldn’t notice that old man anywhere.<br />
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She could, in no way, go up to them and ask about him! She backed her steps and asked that same elderly man outside, what happened there and where that old man was.<br />
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“He was the most respected person of this village.”<br />
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“Sorry, but did you say, ‘he was’?”<br />
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“Yes, girl. We got a news this noon that he lost his life at a hospital in Mumbai. He fell down unconsciously at Marine Drive this morning. They are bringing him here now.”<br />
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She was totally shocked by now. She remembered the crowd at Marine Drive that morning and was unfortunate to meet him the last time.<br />
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“But, how did this happen? He was very healthy till last week when I saw him.”<br />
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She was set aback. Tears rolled down her eyes. Her confidence to face death had, by now, vanished. She kept thinking how that old man remained cheerful throughout all their journeys and never spoke about the disaster he was going through! It was because, he chose to face it positively, no matter what! And she's the one who was thinking of leaving this world like a coward!<br />
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Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com15Golibar Rd, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India19.0715593 72.84431740000002319.064055800000002 72.834232400000019 19.0790628 72.854402400000026tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-34674443214924129172015-11-11T23:03:00.001+05:302016-11-27T20:32:14.904+05:30Updates!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hello friends! It was ages when I wrote something for you the last time! haha.. just kidding.. It was just 2 months ago! lol! 2 months is also a long time!<br />
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I was about to write something recently, but then, all of a sudden, I realized I hadn't finished with a single submission, that too, after due dates! Anyways who follows them (atleast not in Engineering, I suppose!)<br />
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To top that up with, I had 1 submission left to be done! Yet, I gave my practical exam successfully (with that typical <i>"chalta hai"</i> attitude) and now I'm just left with end semester exams!<br />
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Oh!<b> Semester exam!</b><br />
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It's scheduled just next week! N I've started my studies with a fearful mind, the reason being I've not done a single topic this sem unlike previous semesters! By the way, odd sems are always hectic and troublesome, I don't know why!<br />
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Meanwhile, someone expecting a pointer of 10 from me this sem! I would thank God if I don't score the lowest till now! Anyways, pointers don't affect me that much! <b>ATKT can!</b><br />
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Finally done with a total number of 22 PCB projects of colleagues in the concluding weeks of this academic sessions! It was really a hard-work! Phew! It didn't pay-off worth the efforts, But there was a feeling of great satisfaction. I got improved in those skills too! Yeah! In that way, it actually paid-off!<br />
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BJP lost Bihar elections! Did their strategy fail miserably or is it just that Modi wave was blown out of Bihar!</div>
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<i>(This Modi wave was actually a whooping win of 22/40 seats in Bihar constituencies in 2014 general elections)</i><br />
Anyways, Amit Shah was going to respond to all the happenings (you know which) in our nation after Bihar elections.</div>
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Recently, someone told me that I look like a girl with my long hair! I asked him if he knew the reason behind the difference between the excreta of goat, cow and buffalo after eating same grass! Obviously, he didn't! That's how I concluded he doesn't even know shit! And still he's judging me on basis of my hair!</div>
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<i>(Above incident is purely fictional and has no relevance to any person, living or dead!)</i><br />
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Diwali is on! I realized it when mom told me to apply <i>utne</i> (a medicinal herb) while bathing on first day! "Deep" from Deepawali is replaced by "Phatake" to make it a Phatakewali, indeed! Bursting of crackers couldn't be stopped! Let there be an increase in pollution in an already polluted city! Let all the pets lose their powerful hearing senses! sigh!</div>
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Wait, it's already 11! I've been writing for a long time! Let me edit, post and get back to studies! I'll be back with a new & interesting post soon after my exams!<br />
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Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com0Golibar Rd, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India19.0715593 72.84431740000002319.064055800000002 72.834232400000019 19.0790628 72.854402400000026tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-64653243973215628742015-09-10T21:13:00.000+05:302016-11-27T20:29:31.194+05:30Death Confession<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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With some extra-ordinary vision, I could see my closed ones sobbing over my dead body. But I was helpless. I couldn't go and take the condolences of my own death. Those emotional expressions changed into scary ones very soon.</div>
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I was burnt with traditional rituals, transforming my body into fumes n ashes. Only few calcium carbonate bones were left out there, which were later collected by someone I didn’t notice!<br />
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That night, they experienced several unusual incidents in my house. It started with rattling of spoons, glasses and other utensils. They were scared.<br />
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Soon, it started raining with thunderstorm. The tube-lights flickered and electricity of my house ran down all of a sudden.<br />
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The window shut close with a loud noise and couldn’t be opened! A loud voice sought their attention on a dreadful and scary face on d wall. They screamed, shouted and left my place with a shiver in their own body.<br />
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A little mouse resided in my house since a couple of days and was yet to be the prey of my cat. It was that mouse who ran over the utensils that night making noises.<br />
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The weather forecast was declared a week ago, mentioning that it was going to pour badly in forthcoming days!<br />
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Also that I'd requested the electrician to troubleshoot the electrical issues of my house remained a mystery!<br />
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The face they saw in the dark was actually one of my best scary paintings which I'd placed on the wall and I’d rarely shown it to anyone.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It had started off with a usual day until someone’s urge to satisfy his pleasure right in the morning couldn’t get fulfilled and instead met with a blank html displaying “This site has been blocked as per the instructions from Department of Telecommunications!”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />The streets were full of skeletons of porn-craving creatures roaming restlessly in the town. They were in hundreds and thousands. I was unaware of the happenings until I got a notification on one of my Whatsapp group.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<br /><br />Even an electron movement would be slower when compared to the rate at which such news spread on social media! Soon, a hashtag #PornBan became active on Twitter! Porn addicts were too frustrated on this decision and started expressing their anger against their sole rights on various social networking sites!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The next day, All India Modern Youth Council Chief, Arjun Thakur, was asked about his reactions on this shocking decision of Government. Surprisingly, he was feeling too depressed to talk to reporters, probably due to lack of masturbation, according to his personal secretary who told them with the promise of keeping her name confidential. He was madly searching for his old 2 TB hard disk since yesterday, she added.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Arjun, later in the evening, gave a press conference on this issue and declared a <b>Non Orgasm Movement</b> starting on the very same day. Several members and supporters along with Arjun took an oath in front of Funny Leone's HD posters. Within few hours, this event was viral and the youth extended their support on large scale by registering themselves on <a href="http://www.nonorgasmmovement.org/">www.nonorgasmmovement.org</a>.<br /><br />According to the agreement in registration process,</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">an individual should neither possess nor buy any kind of pornographic videos which may be the source of orgasm</span></li>
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The event itself was a trending topic. The national economy went down suddenly. The news headlines changed from <i>“Ban on porn: blessing or curse?”</i> to <i>“Non Orgasm Movement: a revolution”</i>, yet the debates remained as usual with the same set of panelists with their same opinions!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Arjun scheduled a candle-march next day in protest against this blind decision of Government to showcase the power of the youth. People gathered in large numbers to raise their voice against the decision. The slogans could be heard and posters could be viewed from quite a long distance.</span><br />
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The ministers arrived after few hours. The reporters surrounded them with their questions, the answers of which the ministers couldn’t give satisfactorily. Being aware of the present scenario, Government removed the ban after an internal meeting. As soon as it was declared, the sweets were being distributed amongst people to celebrate the freedom of self-controlled human rights!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Someone amongst the crowd noticed the minister checking 1 of those 857 sites before getting into his car and shouted loudly, <i><b>“Sir, Parliament me mat dekhna! Warna resign karna padega, pichle walo ki tarah!” </b></i>In response to this advice, the minister left the place with unexpected mouthful abuses for that person!</span></div>
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She never missed a single Saturday. She was always eager to meet him and used to arrive quite early at the beach. She waited there amidst the playing children, vendors and other couples, staring at the blue sky getting red shades.<br />
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She always maintained a cellphone but the excitement and the breeze both avoided her technological distraction!<br />
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As he approached, she greeted with a warm hug and watery eyes. Nevertheless, she was better at preventing tears from being noticed. He always brought wonderful gifts for her whenever they met. Today he was empty-handed!<br />
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The thoughts had already paved a way into her mind, though she acted consciously with a contemplated smile.<br />
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“Why is he empty-handed today? Did he cease loving me? No! He sounded alright in the morning! Maybe, I didn’t ask him if he was alright! But still, he would have told me if it had to be something like that!”<br />
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He made her sit on the bench – their regular bench, away from the wet sea-shore and noise of the crowd – which was always empty on Saturdays!<br />
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She was still thinking about his bare hands! He could easily notice that curiosity, but he ignored it! He knew how much she loved him. He asked her what she wanted – an ice-cream or a cotton candy – both were her favourites! ‘Anything’ wasn’t a reply he heard before!<br />
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He left the place looking for the vendor around! While walking, he turned back to see her mind engrossed in thoughts. She was deeply hurt.<br />
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“Is he shifting to a new residence? Do his parents dislike me? Is his new female colleague more beautiful than me? Is someone influencing him? How can he not tell me! I’d always been close <br />
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to him. He told me every single detail whether it was about me or against me! I’ve not even disappointed him recently! How can he be so different today?”<br />
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There arrived two guys and started flirting with her as she was alone! She asked them to wait for a couple of minutes if they wanted to meet her boyfriend! Those guys fled the place at once.<br />
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“Look, I’m so independent and confident! I understand the difference between right and wrong. We also understand each other so much. We have been together for so many years, but I never had such suspicious thoughts in my mind! Has anything changed? Is this the day I always feared about! But, all boys aren’t the same and I know him since many years!”<br />
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Tears would have fallen from her eyes in no time!<br />
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“How can he do this to me? I’ve never asked him for anything besides his love till date! I love him very much!”<br />
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“Yes, I know that”, he said with an intense look!<br />
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He had again returned with bare hands, but she could hardly remember why he went away for a while!<br />
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“Sorry, what are you talking about?”, she asked him with her watery eyes.<br />
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“I know that you love me very much”.<br />
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“But, when did I say that?”<br />
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“It was loud enough for me to hear!”<br />
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“But, where had you been?”, she asked as she remembered!<br />
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“Leave that! I want to tell you something very important.”, he said.<br />
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The serious expression on his face sent a chill down her spine. She was too nervous to look at him and least anxious to know about it.<br />
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He made his hand reach his pocket and remove something out.<br />
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<b>“I love you and I want to marry you”</b>, he said holding a ring in his hand.</div>
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Tears rolled down her chicks. She remembered her thoughts trying to drag her to the opposite end and she quit them at once! She didn't say a word. Instead she just hugged him tightly as she could.</div>
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The jeweler wished him good luck with his gesture-signs from behind!<br />
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Here's the story of my feelings.. It’s for only those who can comprehend it well perfectly rather dan misinterpreting it in any ways..<br />
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Once upon a time…….. There was a tree; standing proudly amidst other trees with delicious fruits on it branches round d year.. A man used to approach the tree with a sack, remove few fruits, gather them and go back home with the sack full of fruits.. He used to repeat it daily..<br />
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The tree used to think that he must have planted n nurtured it and hence, he deserves to get its fruits.. The tree used to provide him with its fruits happily without any hesitation..<br />
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It continued for years until that inauspicious day dawned..<br />
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That day the man approached the tree with an axe in his hand instead of the sack.. The tree trembled with fear on his sight.. It was terrified wen the man starting attacking it with his tool..<br />
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Tree: Why are you cutting me..?? You’ve planted and nurtured me with too much affection, isn’t it..?? I can provide you with fruits for more years..<br />
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Man: Who told you that I planted u..?? It’s not true.. I never planted you.. Infact, someone else had thrown the seeds randomly and soon there were trees all around this place.. I just enjoyed your fruits over the years.. And now, since I need your wood for burning purpose, I’m cutting you down..<br />
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The tree felt the pain as the wounds of axe were getting larger.. Finally it realized that it believed the man unknowingly to so much extent that it shouldn’t have done so..<br />
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Suddenly it regained its strength and held the axe in its stem so firmly that the man was unable to remove it even after many efforts.. The man tried his best to pull it out but in vain..<br />
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कॉलेजातून घरी आलो आणि विसाव्यासाठी निवांत पडणार होतो. इतक्यात माझी नजर समोर असलेल्या "मराठी निबंधमाला" वर गेली. अभ्यासाला बसण्याआधी एखादा निबंध वाचण्याची मला इच्छा झाली.<br />
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मी पुस्तकाची पाने पालटली आणि एका पानावर येउन थांबलो. तो लोकमान्य टिळकांवर निबंध होता. मी वाचायला सुरुवात केली.<br />
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लोकमान्य टिळकांचं पूर्ण नाव बाळ गंगाधर टिळक……<br />
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इतक्यात मागून कोणाचा तरी आवाज ऐकू आला.<br />
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<b>स्वराज्य हा माझा जन्मसिद्ध अधिकार आहे आणि तो मी मिळवणारच!</b><br />
होय, मी बाळ गंगाधर टिळक.<br />
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खरं तर मला इथे यायचंच नाहोतं. पण काय करू, राहवलं नाही नं !<br />
अहो काय अवस्था करून ठेवली आहे तुम्ही भारत देशाची ?<br />
भारताला स्वातंत्र्य मिळून ६७ वर्ष होऊन गेली. पण तुम्ही इंग्रजांच्या जाळ्यात अडकल्यासारखेच जगताय अजूनही !<br />
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स्वराज्यासाठी आम्ही अतोनात पैसे खर्च केले, घाम गळला, प्रसंगी रक्त देखील सांडवलं. आणि आज, आजकाल तर भ्रष्टाचार, घोटाळे, अत्याचार हे सर्व घडतंय. अरे म्हणावं तरी काय याला ?<br />
आपण या मातीत जन्म घेतला, याच मातीनं आमचं संगोपन केलं आणि तुम्ही तिच्यातच भेगा निर्माण करायच्या ? ही कुठली पद्धत कृतज्ञता व्यक्त करायची ?<br />
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आणि किती विषण्ण कृत्य घडतायत इथे !<br />
कुणी हिंदू म्हणून जगतोय तर कुणी मुसलमान म्हणून! धर्माचं ठीक आहे हो, पण गरजेवेळी "माणुस" म्हणून विशेषतः "भारतीय" म्हणून सामोरे या ना. आपापसातच कसले भांडताय ? समाजकंटक अगदी याचाच फायदा घेतात आणि तुम्ही मात्र मेंढरांसारखे पळता त्यांच्यामागे, नकळत का असेना !<br />
तिरंग्याचे झेंडे रोवत गेलो आम्ही मरेपर्यंत आणि तुम्ही फक्त २ दिवस तिरंग्याला मानवंदना देऊन देशभक्ती दर्शवायची ? <br />
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खरी देशभक्तीपर सत्वपरीक्षा तेव्हा असेल जेव्हा तुम्हाला आपल्या देशासाठी प्राणत्याग करायची वेळ येईल.<br />
आणि हो, आजच्या काळात तर प्राणत्याग करायची सुद्धा गरज भासत नही. काहीतरी सत्कार्य करा, आणि यमादूताची वात पहत बसा, असं होऊन राहिलंय !<br />
मी गोविंद पानसरे आणि नरेंद्र दाभोळकरांविषयीच बोलतोय. सामाजिक जाणीव करून देणाऱ्यांचे असे हाल होत आहेत, हे पाहून फारच वाईट वाटतं. पण मारेकरी अजूनही बाहेर फिरतात ही बाब व्यवस्थेसकट स्वराज्यावर देखील घृणास्पद काळिमा आहे !<br />
याच साठी का स्वराज्य मिळवून दिलं होतं आम्ही तुम्हाला ? इतक्या वेळात तर ते इंग्रज आम्हा स्वातंत्र्यसैनिकांवर कोर्टात खटला चालवून फाशीवर चढवत असत.<br />
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स्वराज्याची झालेली ही दुरावास्था पाहून अगदी कीव येते हो. पण काय करणार, राजकारण तुमच्या हाती आणि राज्यकर्ते ही तुम्हीच, लोकशाही म्हणे!<br />
मोफत मिळालेल्या एखाद्या वस्तूची किंमत जशी उपेक्षणीय ठरवली जाते, अगदी तशीच अवस्था करून ठेवलीय या स्वराज्याची !<br />
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एकच गोष्ट सांगतो, आपापल्या जबाबदाऱ्या सांभाळा, नाहीतर एक दिवस असा येईल की भारतातून स्वराज्य नाहीसा होईल आणि त्यासाठी पुन्हा एकदा स्वातंत्र्यलढा लढवावा लागेल, ते सुद्धा एक हरवलेल्या स्वराज्यासाठी !<br />
येतो मी. जय हिंद !<br />
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टिळक जात असताना मी ओरडू लागलो. त्यांना हाका मारून थांबवण्याचा प्रयत्न केला पण ते निघून गेले आणि मला जाग आली. मला कळून चुकलं की मी इतका वेळ झोपेत होतो आणि स्वप्न पाहत होतो. हा कदाचित दृष्टांत होता.<br />
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निबंधात टिळकांच्या गीता रहस्यातला एक सुंदर श्लोक लिहिला होता.<br />
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याचा अर्थ असा की, कर्म करणं हेच तुझं ध्येय आहे. त्याच्या फळाची अपेक्षा बाळगण्याचा तुला अधिकार नाही. कर्मातून काय मिळणार याचा विचार तू मनात आणू नकोस. तसंच कर्म न आचरण्याचं ही तू ठरवू नकोस.<br />
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इतक्यात मला आईची हाक ऐकू आली आणि मला प्रत्युत्तर द्यावे लागले. आई हाक मारून पाहत होती, मी जागा आहे की झोपलो आहे ते.<br />
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टिळकांच्या विचारसरणीला अभिवादन करून मी अभ्यासाला बसलो.<br />
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प्रेरणास्रोत: ओम राउत दिग्दर्शित लोकमान्य एक योग्पुरुष!<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> Hello everyone. Today I welcome Prathamesh Satardekar to this exclusive interview on Frankly Explaining.<br />
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Prathamesh tries to be as polite as possible.<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> Hello Sir. Thank you for inviting me.<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> Before I start with this interview I want our viewers to know that Prathamesh Satardekar is (taking a pause and checking his documents) an Engineering student!<br />
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Prathamesh gives a happy-cum-angry expression.<br />
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<b>Arnab: </b>So Prathamesh, my first question to you should be on your studies. But, I would rather prefer to ask you something else. Just before you entered the studio, I saw your friends wishing you good luck. But anyways, that’s not the point, but I heard them calling you Rats. So, my question to you is, why did they call you Rats when your name is Prathamesh? They should have called you Prathamesh, Prathu, Patya or at the most Sattu (with a jeering smile) I know many things about you.<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> (after listening calmly to the remarks) I think it’s a matter of personal choice, isn’t it?<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> Yes, it is. But why Rats and why not Cats, Dogs, Zebras or Donkeys?<br />
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Arnab tries to be funny. Prathamesh still remains quiet.<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> Should I repeat my question?<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> (with a bright smile) Are you crazy? I thought you were kidding!<br />
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Arnab had to get serious on this accusation.<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> No, I’m not crazy. Else I won’t be interviewing people like you on this show. It seems you don’t want to reveal the secret behind the name Rats. It’s fine. We’ll move on to the next question…<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> (strongly interrupting Arnab) Wait Sir, let me clear it. It’s the nickname extracted from bollywood movie Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na and given to me by my friends during school years and it continues to be it since then. It’s not a big deal of a mystery!<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> (with curiosity) Ok, so anyone can give you any name and you assume it to be yours?<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> I mentioned “friends”. Didn’t you get that?<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> (checking his documents) Ok. My next question to you is, do you consider yourself a Facebook-King or someone like that? Because the frequency of your facebook posts is so high that some people prefer not to follow your posts. Few people have also created trolls about the same. Don’t you feel pity for the homepage of your facebook friends? (pressurizing his voice) Now my question to you is, what kind of a human being are you?<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> Nice.<br />
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<b>Arnab: </b>What nice?<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> (being sarcastic) The answer to your question. I’m a nice human being!<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> Don’t you think you are unnecessarily being sarcastic? I brought so many things into your notice and you are simply ignoring them. That shows how irresponsible you are.<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> Isn’t the name of this show “Frankly Explaining”?<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> Yes, of course, it is. And that is why I’ve invited you.<br />
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Meanwhile, Prathamesh is totally irritated.<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> So, is it you who is going to explain everything?<br />
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Arnab realizes that he should remain quiet for some time.<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> Okay. Explain me.<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> First of all, the people you are talking about need not be my friends in real life. Secondly, you only spoke about the quantity of posts, not the quality. I share posts with political news, awareness operations, light humour, self-updates as well as thought provoking facts, being a mere knowledge and entertainment source for my friends. I don’t think, it’s wrong in any way! Thirdly, I do get likes for my updates and posts which is due to its worth and not any “plz like my post” message in anyone’s inbox. I hate that. And finally, people are free to stop following my posts as I haven’t kept that criteria for being my facebook friend!<br />
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Saying this, Prathamesh releases his deep breath. Arnab is awakened from his dreams by that noise.<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> (rubbing eyes and checking his documents again) So, Prathamesh, how’s your study going on?<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> Good.<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> (shockingly) Good! I expected fabulous or something like that. According to my knowledge, you scored (checking his documents again) a whopping 8.46 CGPA. That’s an incredible score of an engineering student. But, I don’t hear the sound of that success. Are you depressed due to any reason?<br />
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<b>Prathamesh: </b>Not at all. Scores doesn’t define you. This is all what I want to say. So, I don’t need to boast about my grades. I just study for learning new things. Scores are at secondary levels for me. And I wish everyone should consider it the same way. Grades only help you to pass-out but knowledge will help you to deal with practical life after that.<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> Yes, I agree to this point of yours. Moving ahead, our sources reveal that you are single but you have crush on many girls! (giving a cunning smile) Is it true?<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> (feeling embarrassed though he need not be) Haathi chale bajaar, kutte bhouke hazaar! Being single doesn’t imply that I am in dire need of a relationship! When the time is perfect, maybe I’ll get a girlfriend. But, at present, I am single and I don’t have crush on anyone. Ask your sources to get accurate information.<br />
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Arnab laughs for a while.<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> (being serious) Okay, one last question. I’ve heard that you have more enemies than friends. Do you have any gang? Are you involved in any of the fights?<br />
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Prathamesh has a hearty laugh.<br />
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<b>Prathamesh: </b>No Sir. I have no connection with any gang. And those are not enemies, they may be haters. I don’t consider anyone as my enemy.<br />
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<b>Arnab: </b>(interrupting him) That’s what I’m asking. Why do they hate you? Do you play pranks on them or have you cheated them?<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> Cheating and me! Never! They might consider my ways of living and my straight-forward thoughts offensive for them. I hate liars, selfish people and all those who don’t respect our Nature. So, this behavior of mine adds more people to the list.<br />
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<b>Arnab:</b> (smiling) That’s impressive, I must say. It was great talking to you. Thank you for coming to this show.<br />
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<b>Prathamesh:</b> I’m glad you invited me. Thank you once again.<br />
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<b>Disclaimer: This post is purely a fictional dramatization of a TV show “Frankly Speaking”. The events portrayed in this post are also fictional. This post doesn’t intend to hurt sentiments of anyone and is only for entertainment purpose.</b></div>
Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com4Khar Road, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India19.0700235 72.84363209999992319.062520000000003 72.833547099999919 19.077527 72.853717099999926tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-579031640145642572015-01-10T03:33:00.000+05:302016-11-27T20:33:22.086+05:30Organ Donation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When you hear the term <span style="color: red;"><b>"Organ Donation"</b> </span>for the first time, the only thing which comes in your mind is obviously, <i>the Death</i>..<br />
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<i>Noone is immortal (physically) in this world..</i> A human being is born to die someday.. Be it an accident, heart failure, brain hemorrhage or dreadful diseases like malaria, cancer, AIDS, tuberculosis, etc. or even old-age; there are various reasons behind the death.. The families of the dead mourn over the death and a funeral is held..<br />
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But, if you realize, various organs of the human body still survive under ventilator even after the death of a person.. So, even if you die, your unaffected organs, that is you, are still surviving in several parts of your body.. Then, why not donate it to someone who has a faulty organ and make yourself revive in the life of that person..??<br />
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Such a donation of organs and several useful parts of body to the needy is known as <span style="color: magenta;">ORGAN DONATION</span>...!!<br />
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We all love to live our life.. But, have you ever wondered how it is to live <i>a life of death</i> itself..??<br />
Many people suffer from diseases and illnesses wherein they confront organ failure or their certain organs get damaged and stop working someday leading to their death.. Such patients are in dire need of organs and many of them die awaiting th donors..<br />
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<b>According to the statistics, about <span style="color: red;">5,00,000</span> people die in India every year due to non-availability of organs...!!</b><br />
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A verse in ancient scripture मनुस्मृति<b> </b>says, <i>"Of all the things that it is possible to donate, to donate your own body is infinitely more worthwhile."</i><br />
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A person's death is always followed by a depressed state of family members and relatives and this becomes a crucial decision for anyone to take.. Besides, several orthodox people consider that it affects the funeral procedures and destroys the body as well.. But, here, we must consider that saving someone's life is superior than destroying the lifeless body..<br />
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From the entire body, there are few useful organs which can be donated and transplanted to other persons.. Few vital organs include<b> heart, liver, kidneys, intestines, lungs, pancreas, cornea, skin, etc.. </b>Though all of these organs can be donated, the actual useful organs to be donated depends upon the occurrence of death of that particular person.. Hence, not all organs can prove useful always.. The doctors can enlighten your knowledge about it..<br />
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Donating organs is equivalent to donating an entire life to someone even after a person's death.. And this is how you can be <i>immortal</i> in a perspective..<br />
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By now, if you have made up your mind to donate organs, the most important thing is <b>to inform your parents and close friends</b> about it, as ultimately it is their decision which matters when your death is declared.. So, spend few moments of your life at present talking with your parents and your loved ones about your decision.. Make it known to everyone in your close vicinity..<br />
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The next step is <b>to register yourself with an NGO or any hospital</b> regarding your choice of organ donation.. It is not an authorized confirmation of your choice as your family members are permitted to take final decision after your death..<br />
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The last step is<b> to maintain an Organ Donor Card</b> issued by any organisation so as to make all others aware of your decision in case they forget about it in later years..<br />
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Considering organ donation at an international level, India has <span style="color: red;">0.08 </span>persons as organ donors per million population (PMP).. This number is incredibly small and insignificant as compared to all other nations (with 10-20 donors PMP)..<br />
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According to survey conducted by <b>International Registry in Organ Donation and Transplantation (IRODaT)</b> in 2013, India stands nowhere amongst the top 50 nations with donor count despite of being 2nd populated nation in the world..<br />
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Due to awareness of social issues over mass media as well as social media, the youth of India is hopefully realizing such issues due to educational opportunities and knowledge gained by them.. People have started donating organs after its importance is being known..<br />
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Watch a very short awareness video on Organ Donation..<br />
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<b>Spread awareness on this topic..<br />Live your life and let others live...!!</b><br />
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Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com2Khar Road, Bandra Terminus, Naupada, Santacruz East, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400051, India19.0698428 72.84028560000001619.0660908 72.835243100000014 19.0735948 72.845328100000017tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-89084252870274841882014-11-24T02:41:00.000+05:302016-11-27T20:34:10.335+05:30My Concept of God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>God</b> (<i>though not proven scientifically</i>) is the <b>Creator</b> of this <b>Universe</b>, as believed by most of the people including me.. He created this life on Earth - the human beings, the animals, the nature - which constitutes this balanced system.. He gave extremely powerful intellect to human beings above all.. Further, people created religions, castes n communities n thus diversified this category called human beings thereby introducing various concepts of God..<br />
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We may have come across sudden questions like <i>"Do you believe in God..??", "Does He exist..??", "Do you think God fulfills our wishes..??"</i></div>
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God is followed by the term<b> 'FAITH'</b>.. Do you remember the first time you went out somewhere far away from your parents, maybe in school or any relative's place..?? You must have cried that instant, but later, you must have convinced yourself that you trust your parents and they will get back to you.. This is exactly the same feeling when it comes to God..</div>
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People in later years, started worshiping God in various ways.. They did almost anything in the name of God, be it stealing or sacrificing something..</div>
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This strong faith of people over God soon corrupted the evil minds of many people.. Dressed as Babas n Sadhus, they looted people and eventually became wealthy.. <i>(I don't think there's a need of examples here as it's a trending topic in news these days..)</i><br />
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Somewhere, I think, the 'Faith' was itself cheated...!! And this was caused due to people and noone else.. There wasn't proper education facility during olden times and people used to believe what they would actually see without knowing the truth behind many things..</div>
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Literacy played an important role in advancing human intelligence to a level at which people understood the happenings in and around the nature.. Now the term Faith over things has become prominent as people have achieved the necessary knowledge.. Now, it's the time people should regain the faith in the faith itself...!!<br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">I believe, God is an invisible power residing in our inner soul and judging our ways of living the life which He has given us.. This's my Faith in God...!!</span></b></div>
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I seldom visit any temple.. I don't need an occasion for that.. It's not that I don't believe in God.. I do believe in Him and I do take His blessings, but in a different and not the usual manner..</div>
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God has created this life, so God resides in the life itself.. So, why do we need to search Him at any place..?? If He created people, helping people is itself a worship of God, isn't it..?? Help people in your vicinity instead of spending money over many recreational things which are introduced with the name of God.. He created this wonderful Nature, so it's our responsibility of protecting the environment.. Stop degrading the nature and let Him breathe the improvisation of thoughts..</div>
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If He could fulfill the wishes by a mere offering of a valuable thing or money, then people would not take any efforts by themselves.. Soon, people will prefer doing nothing and expect everything from Him.. But, this's not the expected case.. So, work yourself honestly.. Believe in your deeds.. Work is, indeed, worship...!!</div>
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Donate generously, as per your capabilities, towards charitable organisations offering services in benefits of everyone.. Help the poor, make people smile, share your knowledge and spread the word.. This's how you can make Him happy.. I believe,<i><b> 'God helps those who helps themselves as well as others'</b></i>..</div>
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This Faith in God will surely result into showers of blessings befalling on you and will, in turn, help us to sustain His Creation for life long...!!</div>
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<b>Thanks to the Bollywood movie <span style="color: #bf9000;">"OH MY GOD!"</span> due to which I got an inspiration back then.. Do watch this eye-opener movie emphasizing this post in a more precised n peculiar way...</b></div>
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I saw him even today.. But he looked different.. He was sitting quietly on the bench of bus-stop.. Just as I alighted the bus, I went straight towards him and asked,<br />
<i>"Kya hua chote miya..?? Aaj goliyan nahi bech rahe ho..!!"</i><br />
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His name is Karan.. He lives in a slum areas of Dharavi and is almost 12 years old.. He sells those small <b><span style="color: #bf9000;">ginger candies</span></b> outside the bus-stop.. I'd never seen him being harsh with any customer or you can say the public (as it is a public place)..<br />
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Whenever I alight the bus, I notice his eyes spotting customers or raising his voice out to sell the candies..<br />
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Though child labour is banned in our country, I forget everything when I notice this kid.. His convincing skills and language is too good.. It is everything that a salesman needs to cover his basic knowledge of marketing..<br />
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Looking at the efforts of this kid selling out his candies and moreover, my love for those ginger candies, I started buying his candies..<br />
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<i>"Nahi sahab aajse shayad nahi bechunga adarak ki goliyan..!!"</i>, he said..<br />
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<i>"Kyu re..?? Kya hua..??"</i>, I asked..<br />
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<i>"Woh apna Monty<b> </b>hai na.. Woh mar gaya sahab..!!"</i>, he replied with tears in his eyes..<br />
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I had started buying his candies worth 10 rupees everyday.. Meanwhile, we used to talk about things--idhar udhar ki baatein, vagaira vagaira--for almost 5 minutes on that bus-stop before I would turn my directions towards my house..<br />
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Yesterday, when I alighted the bus, I saw him talking loudly with another kid.. As I reached near him, he placed his packet of candies on the bench of bus-stop and went running with that kid.. I shouted his name at the top of my voice, but he was in so hurry that he didn't even bother to look behind..<br />
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I lifted that packet and went behind him.. Finding out the ways, I managed to reach the slums keeping him in eye contact.. Suddenly he disappeared in that crowd.. I asked an old man there,<br />
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Fortunately, he knew Karan and guided me the route to his house in that area.. I thanked that man as well as God for this success at first attempt.. Who can find a house of unknown person in a slum??<br />
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When I reached there, I saw Karan with his pet dog Monty sleeping on his lap.. Karan was saying,<br />
<i>"Tujhe kuch nahi hoga Monty.. Tu jaldi theek ho jayega.. Yeh dekh aaj ki kamai.. Pure 30 rupaye hui hai.. Dekh tere liye paav aur dudh bhi laya mai.."</i><br />
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I was stunned.. Karan used to earn money to feed Monty..<br />
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I gave him his packet of candies and asked him,<br />
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<i>"Arey sahab tum idhar..?? Kya batau sahab.. Monty do din se ulti kar raha hai.. Na kuch khaya, na piya usne.."</i>, he said.<br />
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<i>"Tum is ke liye roz goliyan bechte ho..??"</i>, I asked curiously..<br />
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<i>"Haa sahab.. Meri maa jo bhi kamaati hai, usme humara pet jaise-taise bhar jaata hai.. Is liye Monty ko khilane ke waaste mai goliya bechta hu.."</i>, he replied..<br />
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I had a feeling of pride that I used to buy those candies for a good cause.. At the same time, I also had a feeling of respect for Karan and his love for his pet..<br />
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I asked, <i>"Use janwar ke doctor ke paas nahi le gaye tum..??"</i><br />
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<i>"Aj jaunga sahab, mera ek dost bhi saath aayega.."</i>, he said..<br />
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<i>"Yeh kuch paise rakh le.. Kaam ayenge.."</i>, saying this I offered him 100 rupees..<br />
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He denied it saying, <i>"Nahi sahab.. Hum mehnat ki kamai se hi iska ilaaj karwayenge.."</i><br />
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That was a moment of double pride for me.. I was glad I met Karan.. I left his place with mixed feelings in my mind.. I kept on thinking what could have happened to Monty.. I was going to ask him today..<br />
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<i>"Kya hua Monty ko..??"</i>, I asked eagerly..<br />
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<i>"Doctor ke paas le jaate waqt hi uski maut ho gayi..!!"</i>, saying this, he started crying..<br />
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I was shocked to know.. Had I attended Monty to the doctor yesterday itself, I would have saved his life.. I felt guilty.. I calmed him down saying,<br />
<i>"Bura hua Monty ke saath.. Lekin tu aise ro mat beta.. Dekh ab Monty toh nahi raha.. Lekin hum roz milenge aur baatein karenge.. Chal ab muskura de.."</i><br />
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He gave a fake smile.. But I promised myself that I'll meet him everyday and talk with him.. I had to fill his loss of Monty, atleast to some extent..<br />
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I'll always remember this incident throughout my life...!!<br />
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<b>Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional.. Any resemblance to name, place, organization or community is purely a coincidence.. The story is neither meant for harming any living being, nor does it encourage child labour..</b></div>
Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com2Khar Road, Bandra Terminus, Naupada, Santacruz East, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400051, India19.0698428 72.84028560000001619.0660908 72.835243100000014 19.0735948 72.845328100000017tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-9736290607004255372014-10-02T23:43:00.001+05:302014-10-02T23:50:51.587+05:30Superstition and Black Magic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I had to write this blog to share few of my thoughts on a crucial topic which is a source of many issues ranging from disbelief to sacrifice and crimes from cheating to murders.. I hope you think on it as you continue reading...<br />
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Often, trust is misled with superstition.. People believe in God and this is trust, not a superstition.. When this trust crosses its extremities, it gives rise to superstition... According to me, superstition is not a blind belief over something.. It's the excess part of this belief which further compromises with the living world...</div>
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This concept started with older generations and continued further.. As far as India is concerned, Indian Constitution doesn't believe in spirits since December 2013 due to success of the movement initiated by <b>Maharashtra Andhashraddha Nirmoolan Samiti activist Dr. Narendra Dabholkar</b>, who had to give his life for the same... I respect him...</div>
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Talking psychologically, when you see anything around you, your mind starts working and analyzing things simultaneously which you are seeing.. It checks your mind state and tells you the results of your sight.. If you spot something unusual, you create virtual images and believe them to be true; while in actual, it may not be so...</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When you're closer enough to the shadow and you look at it, you'll immediately come to a conclusion that there's someone standing right behind you... But, now you can notice, it's not actually the truth.. It's not even a living being..!! So, everything happens the same way...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There're lot of such superstitious activities which used to happen around us (maybe they still exist).. The most common is <i>neembu-mirch</i> wala..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Then it was about a black cat crossing your path and making your day worse with ill-luck.. How can a poor creature like cat cause you any harm..?? I have purposely allowed many black cats cross my ways many times to ensure that they cross it safely, unlike people ignoring traffic rules...</span></div>
</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then comes Friday 13th, a superstitious day in western countries...!!</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fake babas with clothes of sadhus and ashes applied on face emerged with the time.. They won hearts of people due to their blind trust on things and facts and increased their followers.. They </span>experimented<span style="font-family: inherit;"> on living beings right from animals to humans in the name of sacrifice to Satan for the well being of people... People were involved so much that they didn't even realize that a life is being killed by them...!! </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">This surely isn't the wish of God for creation of life on Earth.. And that's why I differentiate Him from such activities...!!<br /><br />People were misguided, looted, stabbed to death until they started realizing the truth behind it.. Such things may be active in remote areas of our country where education system is not developed well enough and people consider everything as miracles of God.. All we need is development in all aspects..</span><br />
I personally condemn all such activities and hence this post...<br />
Think on it.. It's time to revolutionize...!!</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Festival</i> system rebooted and the setup of one more application of
<b>Ganesh Chaturthi </b>is installed.. The application is run from various shortcuts
throughout the operating system.. There's a need to install other minor
applications like<i> idol, aartis, people,</i> etc. to build up a proper software
platform environment for this extremely useful application..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This application brings the <i>networks</i> together, allow them to
rejoice in the system and prove their abilities to <i>connect to
multiple networks</i> inspite of the presence of antivirus in the system.. This
application is updated every year with better features than previous versions,
taking into consideration the <i>platform dependency</i> and thus reducing the chances
of getting errors in commands.. These extra features consist of better
<i>network synchronization</i>, reduction in environmental errors, registry error
detection and increased <i>quick response from networks</i>..<br />
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This application is created to function for a particular set of parameters.. It can be installed on <i>large-scale </i>as well as<i> small-scale
platform</i>.. In case of large-scale platform, there is a vast data entry
including <i>fruits, money, ornaments</i> from external drives.. It also serves as
function host for many networks.. But in case of small-scale platform, there’s
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I need to scream at the top of my voice…..</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Ganapati Bappa….. Moraya…..<br />
Mangala Murti….. Moraya…..</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And for the regional essence, <i>‘garhana’</i> is a must…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">He devaa maharaaja… Hoy
maharaja..<br />
Tuzya naavan hya kai mi lihilay maharaja … Hoy
maharaja..<br />
Taa god maanun ghe maharaja… Hoy
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ani tuzo aashirwaad asoch ravhaande re maharaja… Hoy maharaja..<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Rasto chuklalyanka yogya marga dakhay maharaja… Hoy maharaja..<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ani sarvaanka sadbuddhi deun baraa kar maharaja… Hoy maharaja..<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tasaach kai chuklalaa-maklalaa aasaat maharaja… Hoy maharaja..<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Taa poti ghal maharaja… Hoy
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ani sarvaanchaa kalyan kar maharaja…… Hoy maharaja..</span></i><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com2Khar Road, Bandra Terminus, Naupada, Santacruz East, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400051, India19.0698428 72.84028560000001619.0660908 72.835243100000014 19.0735948 72.845328100000017tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-74103546119668159462014-08-21T01:00:00.001+05:302014-08-21T01:00:24.820+05:30Moral Character<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's been said that a person can be easily identified by his character or the role of conduct.. Now what exactly is this character...??<br /><br />Character is the person defined in an act..In a broader sense, it's the way a person behaves in a play called<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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as <i>'LIFE'</i>.. It is the set of moral qualities a person possesses in terms of his language, expressions, skills, deeds, etc.. It is generated in a person since his childhood.. It just undergoes through the process of development throughout the life..<br /><br />Right from <i>"kitni shararat karta hai yeh bachcha"</i> to <i>"woh dekh kitna jhuth bol raha hai"</i>, it's all about the character of the person.. Many of them maintain a good conduct all the while, whereas there're many others who don't bother about the same.. Knowingly or unknowingly, it's related to the personality of that individual.. When someone says <b>'Sachin Tendulkar'</b>, a hard-working person having a strong physique and amazing skills of cricket game is represented in our mind.. That's called a character of a person..<br /><br />Since we came across Sachin, media and respected Parliament has raised issues on Sachin's long duration absence in Rajya Sabha.. Rumours started spreading about him regarding his non-utilization of MLA funds provided to him.. No one took efforts to find out the truth.. As far as my opinion is concerned, he respected Parliament's decision for his membership stating that 'Cricket' is his priority.. Further he has not violated any of the rules of Parliament as per Indian Constitution.. And for the confusions related to fund, <i>Ministry of Statics & Programme Implementation</i> has already released the stats wherein he's been entitled for 5 crores/year for the development of Mumbai, but he has not demanded a penny and hence money is not sanctioned to him.. As stated earlier, he is a busy person and if the Parliament thinks it's a waste of a seat, it should replace him with someone else..<br /><br />Now, this entire scenario is being created only to demoralize him.. But, it doesn't affect his character.. Did everyone forget his deeds..?? He donated <b>51 crores</b> to Uttarakhand flood relief.. He donates money to several NGO's as well as Cancer treatment hospitals.. He undertakes free social awareness adverts in accordance with Government.. There's lot more to add to this when his character is being presented..<br /><br />This post of mine - though it was more Sachin-based - it implies for each and every person.. It's the character which abides by you when you are in distress.. So, opt to maintain a good character throughout your life and not only when you are in trouble.. Better you behave, better you're remembered and honoured.. I would end this post by writing a quote from the Holy Bible:<div>
<br /><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Do not be deceived; bad company corrupts good morals"</span></i></b></div>
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Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com0Khar Road, Bandra Terminus, Naupada, Santacruz East, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400051, India19.0698428 72.84028560000001619.0660908 72.835243100000014 19.0735948 72.845328100000017tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-22168526676133287012014-08-16T03:13:00.000+05:302014-08-16T03:15:32.150+05:30Independence Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I woke up at around 11 am which was a deep morning; rather it was noon.. I didn't attend any flag-hoisting ceremony.. I didn't buy any flag.. I didn't sing the great national anthem, <i>Jan-Gan-Mana</i> today.. This does't mean I have no respect for my nation..<br />
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They will break the traffic rules and signals.. They wont wait for the old-aged cross the road; instead they'll give a jerk their vehicle to one of the sides and continue driving.. They will steal, murder, rape and prove themselves innocent in courts.. They'll smoke and spit unreasonably or with an illogical reason only to pollute this motherland.. They'll feel scared to help someone in distress.. They will give bribe and get their work done..<br />
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Is this the Independent INDIA..?? Is this what we expect from the citizens of a 67-year independent developing nation..?? Is this leading to the progress of mankind..?? Do we wish to represent this India at international level..??<br />
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No wonder there're many great personalities in India who have already represented themselves along with our nation globally.. But the lawless crowd of our country always hinder the development of our own country by some means or the other.. Their selfish objectives makes our country deprived of everything..<br />
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At such times, the only question which comes to my mind is: "Are all these people liable to salute the respected tricolour..??"</div>
Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com0Khar Road, Bandra Terminus, Naupada, Santacruz East, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400051, India19.0698428 72.84028560000001619.0660908 72.835243100000014 19.0735948 72.845328100000017tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-34176998396104758482014-08-01T20:18:00.000+05:302014-08-01T22:06:38.355+05:30Ambition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today, I happened to listen a funny but thoughtful conversation between 2 teenage guys while I was returning home from college in local train.. Though I had put on my headphones, I could hear it clear enough as one of them spoke the most in his high-pitched mature voice..<br />
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<i>"Yaar, maine toh decide kar liya hai.. Ab sirf yeh 12th ki wajah se sab kuch ruka hua hai.."<br /><br />"Aise kyu re..?? 12th ki wajah se kyu..??"<br /><br />"Arey, ek baar yeh 12th ho jayega na, toh fir direct job mil jayegi.. Woh logon ko 12th pass chahiye rehta hai.."<br /><br />"Uske bina nahi milti job..??"<br /><br />"Arey, dekh.. Yeh bade logon ko dekha hai kabhi tune?? Woh log BMW, Porsche me ghumte hai.. Woh log ko gaadi chalane ke liye drivers chahiye rehta hai.. Toh woh log aisi badi badi gaadiya driver ko de dete hai.. Aur saath me 10, 20 hazaar ki salary bhi dete hai.. Aur woh log kya, roz roz bahar ghumte rehte hai na.. Toh jab unko bahar jaana hoga, toh woh call karke driver ko bulate hai.. Aur unka kaam hua ki fir gaadi driver ke paas hi rehti hai..<br /><br />Aur driver ko kabhi ghumne jaana hoga toh seth ko bata dene ka.. Fir apne doston ke saath ghumne jaa sakte hai.. Apne ko life me aur kya chahiye..?? Paisa kamaane ka aur aish karne ka.. Maine toh soch liya hai.. Ek baar 12th ho jayega toh mai driver banunga..."</i><br />
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I was surprised to hear the objectives of this guy's life.. Students aim to get higher education, a job with decent salary and luxurious life.. But this guy had a quite unexpected goals of life.. But, it was difficult for me to consider it wrong as he was focussed and had good knowledge of the reality of the world.. I just wish him a bright life ahead...!!</div>
Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com0Khar Road, Bandra Terminus, Naupada, Santacruz East, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400051, India19.0698428 72.84028560000001619.0660908 72.835243100000014 19.0735948 72.845328100000017tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-16353443338231907862014-07-30T22:14:00.000+05:302014-07-30T22:14:22.939+05:30Good Deeds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i>'We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;</i></b><b><i>In feelings, not in figures on a dial'</i></b><br /><br />These lines from <i>Festus (1839)</i> written by <i>Bailey</i> convey a deep meaning for the people of modern world.. I would like to enlighten this proverb to a smaller extent..<br /><br />You will often come across people saying,<i> "100 saal jiyega tu"</i>.. I always take this blessing humorously.. First of all, I know from the circumstances that it's impossible for a person like me to live those many years of my life.. (Even if I do, it would be a mere coincidence :p)..<br /><br />After a person's death you will hear people speak about his deeds, whether good or bad, but you will rarely notice anyone highlighting his age in preference to his deeds, except for the media sometimes.. This implies from great industrialist like <i>Jamshedji Tata</i> to social workers like <i>Mother Teresa </i>and from revolutionist like <i>Nelson Mandela</i> to a common human being like us..<br /><br />At every stage of our life there's a reaction of our life in our surroundings.. Each and every person in our vicinity is influenced by our presence and our activities.. This, in fact, creates an impression or image of us as a person in their thoughts.. And hence in our absence, that image in the minds of people gets recreated to get their part of information about us.. Of course, everyone has an image of every person in his vicinity, depending on the priority of that person in his life.. After all, a human brain is capable to store almost <i>2.5 petabytes</i> (or a million gigabytes) of memory.. So, unlike our harddisks being formatted, human brain can't do so and hence, the information get stored for lifelong..<br /><br />So, even if a person dies at an early age, the brain redirects you to the images of that person you have and you realize the presence of that person in your feelings.. We can't predict the future.. Neither are we sure of ours and others' lives.. But we can surely be responsible for creation of our good images in minds of others.. <br /><br />So, continue doing good deeds.. Why should we delay in formation of our better afterlife...!!</span></div>
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Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com0Khar Road, Bandra Terminus, Naupada, Santacruz East, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400051, India19.0698428 72.84028560000001619.0660908 72.835243100000014 19.0735948 72.845328100000017tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792919269830417026.post-89899981794623436852014-07-27T19:23:00.002+05:302014-07-27T19:49:09.429+05:309 Principles of Dale Carnegie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Today I thought of posting 9 principles of Dale Carnegie.. These are the principles for enhancing relationships.. Now, for those who wonder who this Dale Carnegie is, let me give his brief introduction..<br /><br /><b><i>Dale Breckenridge Carnegie</i></b> was an American writer and lecturer and the developer of famous courses in<br />self-improvement, salesmanship, corporate training,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">public speaking, and interpersonal skills out of which<br />Dale Carnegie Training is globally known..<br />The Dale Carnegie Course in Effective Speaking and Human Relations is a learn-by-doing based program for individuals based on Dale Carnegie's teachings.. It was founded in 1912 and is represented in more than 90 countries.. More than 8 million people have completed Dale Carnegie Training..!!<br /><br />The course is based on a five-phase continuous improvement cycle:<i><br /></i></span><br />
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<li><i>Build greater self-confidence </i></li>
<li><i>Strengthen people skills </i></li>
<li><i>Enhance communication skills </i></li>
<li><i>Develop leadership skills </i></li>
<li><i>Improve attitude and reduce stress</i></li>
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<i> </i><br />The 9 principles of Dale Carnegie are:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Don’t Criticize, Condemn, Or Complain.</b>Criticizing another person not only damages that person’s reputation, but puts a dent in our own.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Give Honest, Sincere Appreciation.</b>Appreciation builds our image faster than any other practice. After all, the success of every job demands cooperation and effort from others. People contribute to our success as much as we contribute to theirs.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Arouse In The Other Person An Eager Want.</b>As business professionals, we are constantly selling our ideas. But people consent to help for their own reasons, not ours. If we make it clear how our ideas will benefit them, there is no limit to the cooperation we could receive.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Become Genuinely Interested In Other People.</b>Regardless of the physical or financial assets a company may have, it’s the people who make it successful. They are an organization’s key asset, and getting to know them should be as high a priority as learning the technical aspects of your job. The key is to be genuine. Don’t get a reputation for only being interested when you want something. Getting to know others should always be mutually beneficial.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Smile.</b>Whether we’re pleasant to be around depends less on the situation than on our behavior. Rapport in business is fueled by seemingly minor considerations, such as a friendly, accessible demeanor and a welcoming smile.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Remember That A Person’s Name Is To That Person, The Sweetest And Most Important Sound In Any Language.</b>Using a person’s name is crucial, especially when meeting those we don’t see very often. Respect and acceptance stem from simple acts, such as remembering a person’s name and using it whenever appropriate.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Be A Good Listener. Encourage Others To Talk About Themselves.</b>A business runs on information, so what better way to learn what’s going on than following this principle? We must listen with everything we’ve got. How we listen says volumes about how we think. Be focused, engaged, and sincere.<b><br /></b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Talk In Terms Of The Other Person’s Interests.</b>Truth be told, we spend most of our time thinking about ourselves. Why not create a strong business relationship by putting away our own concerns and talking about what others are interested in for a while?<b><br /></b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Make The Other Person Feel Important — And Do It Sincerely.</b>In our dealings with others, building them up shows we appreciate their contribution. The bond that results can help us withstand the pressures of our own day-to-day struggles.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">All these principles are worthy to be followed by each and everyone for a healthy communication and relationship in our society...!!</span></div>
Prathamesh Satardekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11025208339274731928noreply@blogger.com0Khar Road, Bandra Terminus, Naupada, Santacruz East, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400051, India19.0698428 72.84028560000001619.0660908 72.835243100000014 19.0735948 72.845328100000017