<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957739765975907400</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Sep 2024 01:26:04 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>People</category><category>Opinion</category><category>First</category><category>PLACE</category><title>Versatility</title><description></description><link>http://priyanka-versatile.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957739765975907400.post-1831886040068414813</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Mar 2013 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-19T03:10:54.585+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Opinion</category><title>LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL...!!!!</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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“Life is beautiful. Cherish every moment of it...Even if you're stressed or hurt or dishearten...there's always tomorrow when the sun will rise for you. Always be hopeful it will get better !!!!”......UNKNOWN AUTHOR.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Life is a beautiful gift that needs to be cared and loved everyday. Life is not a bed of roses for anyone and its definitely better this way. Imagine if you were always happy and contented how monotonous would it get. Life is made of ups and downs, basically its the DOWNS that help us appreciate every small UPS we face in our day to day life. I have seen several times people wait for something big to happen and base their happiness on that, however I believe that it good to dream of that next big thing that would change your life but never get go off the small things. Its these small happiness that help to build a sweet and beautiful life filled with wonderful memories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We all know and believe that life is a one time gift and it should be lived to the fullest. However we can often find ourselves dragging it........ has anyone asked you 'Hows life?' and have you ever answered- 'Going on' or 'Pulling on'..... then you know what I am talking about. That should not be the life you build for yourself you need to live the life not pull it. We all face hard times and when you have to face it alone it gets tough - agreed - but does not mean you let life go by... all you have to do is pull up your socks and face it..... it will just be a few days of hardship and then life will become wonderful again. I agree that its easier said then done but if we don't stand for ourselves no one will. Never think you are the only one facing the hard times everyone does. Its very easy and common these days for people to give up with every onset of trouble..... but do soldiers give up so easily.... NO.... so why should we after all we are our own soldiers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am no expert on this matter even I want to give up when the going gets tough, its my Mamoni who helps me a lot to fight back these tough times. So I believe look for that one person you can count on no matter how difficult the matter gets. At times we think only I can solve my problems , yes its a good attitude..... however I have always felt that talking to my support system(My Mamoni) helps me a lot. Even I deal with my problem in my own way, but when she hears me she makes me stronger to face it. Everyone can give you advice but you always need a person who just listens to you and just says -- &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Don't Worry , You Can Do It&lt;/span&gt;. So no matter where this life takes you and how difficult it gets --- think about yourself and never give up ---- &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LOVE OUR OWNSELF ALWAYS...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Listing a few points which I think can help everyone to LIVE their life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its ok to make mistakes, we all do . Just learn from your past mistakes, forgive yourself and move on. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Health is wealth. Let your health and wellness a top priority and always take care of yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Find the humor in life and laugh as much as you can as if there is no tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Find happiness within yourself , let it not be revolved around people. At the same time spend time with people who make you happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trust and believe in yourself and never let people’s opinions influence you too much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be thankful for what you have instead of thinking about what you don’t have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Believe in your individuality, never compare you life with someone else's. Your life is unique like you are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep a check on your negative thoughts so that they don’t contribute to the outcome of your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be bold to face changes and accept them with open arms. Find the courage to change things that should be changed and accept that there are some things that cannot be changed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our work life largely influence our life as a whole so love your work. If you don’t find out what you would love to do and give a start.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Live in now and love the present , be aware of your thoughts and actions. Think happy thoughts and speak powerful words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't live your life from the sides , get on the field and face it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not everyone will like you and those who like does you will not like everything about you. Be ok with that , that's a part of your uniqueness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyday do something that makes you proud of yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never hold grudges against anyone and always keep moving forward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;: The mentioned points are something I have thought about and may not be perfect. Also in reading this if anyone is hurt ... I am sorry that's not my intention I just want to encourage myself and everyone to live their life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;
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A while back I introduced you to my paternal grandparents and today I want to share about my maternal grandparents. They are no longer here with me but the very little time I had with them is something I will treasure for ever. I love to sit back and think about all the wonderful times I had with them......those memories are so pleasant that no words can describe it...&lt;/div&gt;
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Firstly let me share with you a few memories I have with my Dadu(grandfather). He was a very talented doctor loved and respected by all. When he treated any poor patient, he would never take money from them. His house would be filled with people anytime of the day , some would come to visit him and other for his help...he would help everyone to the best of his ability and even beyond.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mamoni(my mom) told me thats as soon as my Dadu saw me just after I was born he named me 'Bulbuli'....and thats what he would call me always...that name for me was very private to him and no one else was allowed to use it :) . As a kid I was a very good gal---never like to eat out, never lie, all the goody things and the one person who did not like all that was my Dadu. He would always say kids are supposed to be mischievous and when with him I was allowed to do anything I wanted ---- neither he nor anyone else could scold me. Visiting them during the holidays was something I always looked forward...they would be so fun filled, he had one reply for everything I said or asked -- YES&lt;br /&gt;
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I love eating jalebis and I got this habit from him. During my school vacations we always spent it with them, in the evenings he would say everyone that he is going for a walk and would take me along. Our walk would always end in the nearby sweet stall :) , he used to love jalebis and we both would enjoy it to our hearts content . As soon as our jalebi hunt would be over, he would say dont go and tell mom....and I would try my best not to so that next day we can again go for OUR WALK.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anything that I ever wanted, I would tell him and he would always get it for me no matter what. During the festival times I would be lingering around him coz he would not only give me pocket money but would also take me for sightseeing. I still remember the time when he was very ill there was a fair in the town, as he could not take me he made all the arrangements with the neighbours so that I could go. He gave me money so that I enjoyed myself.....I was so foolish as I didnt realized how ill he was rather I kept on pestering him to come along. And he even tried but his health stopped him.&lt;/div&gt;
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And to me he was my best Dadu, filled with love and mischief..&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you wanna see my Dida through my eyes.....its a picture of a lady who was beautiful and loving. She left me last year, and the every thought of not seeing her anymore makes my heart very heavy. She is the only grandparent with whom I have spent a lot of time and she was very dear to me.....and I have always felt the immense love she had for me and everyone. She was a wonderful cook....she would never use extra spices but we would all end up licking our fingers. She was a wonderful person...she was loved by every person who met her even for ones. She was a loving mother and a wonderful mother-in-law, she never distinguished her daughters from her daughter-in-laws, actually she used to care about her daughter-in-laws more.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was a strong lady, she had been ill since many years but so long as she could she tried to do all her work on her own.....can you believe when she was bed-ridden she was not worried about herself rather she was worried about My youngest Mami(Maternal Uncle's Wife). Dida used to stay with my youngest maternal uncle and aunty---- Kuttimamu and Monima, and when I would be alone with my Dida, she would say that Kuttimamu and Monima are not having a life coz of her---- she was so concerned with everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The biggest regret I will have all my life is that whenever she talked to me she would ask me to visit her. And I had been promising her since 1.5 years that I would visit her soon and she would often say she doesnt wanna leave without seeing me for the last time but I am so unlucky that she actually left me before I could keep my words and met for the last time. I was so lost in my life that I missed the precious person in my life and now I keep regretting and crying but I can never change my mistake.....I am sorry Dida.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am sure for all of us, our grandparents are the rarest gem that we never wanna let go. I have never been with my paternal grandparents and I do regret it always, but the love that I have got from my maternal grandparents is something I will treasure all my life...... I know they will be with me forever but I miss seeing them around.&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://priyanka-versatile.blogspot.com/2011/12/dadu-and-dida-my-maternal-grandparents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglaNfvXLynJaEm1WyqBhf7Cc4ZgtgOve4b2ly5GXOnuL8ktTsC9FRjWJOxVBNLXIK8HLM12tDOvo5V9aOWdBrkwZ95E9ts5qlefx-Q7xAdARD7-6rYUsaLl0LAEAPvYwCzS9c-aNI3Cck/s72-c/8post.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957739765975907400.post-6363051265623979119</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2011 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-06T17:06:22.136+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Opinion</category><title>IF ONLY........KAASH..!!!</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;“If we spend our time with regrets over yesterday, and worries over what might happen tomorrow, we have no today in which to live.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;......UNKNOWN AUTHOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpW_gLVHBwAotUHvJoIg3WGxPugfP-wUFwoUHbC3nE2fZrRor9V97U3jVndnbDgu737vrSx98TDkpStkrcUZwDQTAAaeDRsndB90DQnQqtrg6E1gD5wFgtJIV-egasfDl4jaNcmUVPV3g/s1600/Memories.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpW_gLVHBwAotUHvJoIg3WGxPugfP-wUFwoUHbC3nE2fZrRor9V97U3jVndnbDgu737vrSx98TDkpStkrcUZwDQTAAaeDRsndB90DQnQqtrg6E1gD5wFgtJIV-egasfDl4jaNcmUVPV3g/s320/Memories.jpg" style="background: #FAFAFA; border: 1px solid #c7cbcc; box-shadow: 0 0 8px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); padding: 10px;" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;pic from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.desktopnexus.com/"&gt;Desktopnexus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;According to me.....the most negative phrase in English language is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"IF ONLY"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. All of us face hard times in life and most of us fight our way out of it but are we really able to move ahead? The chains of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;"IF ONLY"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;holds us tightly, won’t say it holds us back as after a struggle we all start leading a normal life or at least try to.....but now and then we do sit back and think---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF ONLY THIS HAD NOT HAPPENED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;!!!!!! I am not saying it’s easy for anyone to let go of the past......but we all try in every possible way to smile thinking about the positivity and learning from the negativity. We do shed a few drops of tears now and then when we think of something very painful.....whatever we do it’s our story and we have all the right; things get worse when another person jumps in and tries to scratch the past wounds till it starts bleeding again. This kind of behavior is want I consider.....'INHUMAN'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNjP2pMa3Ke9ohTx-eOraRsPAK2Gjgh8KQN7sLv1eft2msu5HUX8ASZecByOXKTpFCRORjXJedDK3CjwAscYCmGFDMuSCX8oot4FWx7VCHlCKUGIgjp1r20D75csEkDEPFVZFXybIVzAw/s1600/Desire-of-Freedom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNjP2pMa3Ke9ohTx-eOraRsPAK2Gjgh8KQN7sLv1eft2msu5HUX8ASZecByOXKTpFCRORjXJedDK3CjwAscYCmGFDMuSCX8oot4FWx7VCHlCKUGIgjp1r20D75csEkDEPFVZFXybIVzAw/s320/Desire-of-Freedom.jpg" style="background: #FAFAFA; border: 1px solid #c7cbcc; box-shadow: 0 0 8px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); padding: 10px;" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;pic from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.desktopnexus.com/"&gt;Desktopnexus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;People say don’t live in past, live in present and think about future.......but do they really allow a person to move on and think about present and future....... I don’t think so. I agree exceptions are always there but we always meet people who are so inquisitive. It’s not that if someone does not ask we forget about all that we have faced in life, it’s just that when another person talks about it over and over again, the pain never seems to heal and we are again chained up with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;"IF ONLY"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. We humans have a very peculiar habit; we see our past mistakes as experiences but that of others as failures and try to keep on reminding them about it; if we could only change this attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;“Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;-- &amp;nbsp;The Duke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3EmN1Q_n01srddSZVjI5G-Y6lv6DwnX8KuLOWXvL9IY-lqC6brb60EAI3O4IXK9r74yjqWiXmOTX638izCzBc12LVUw8weoPSuQk65KdzWg4UkyZ2IQgUZ_TTA_5mJHAKOsLXrHChqo/s1600/a-childs-prayer-ken-gimmi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3EmN1Q_n01srddSZVjI5G-Y6lv6DwnX8KuLOWXvL9IY-lqC6brb60EAI3O4IXK9r74yjqWiXmOTX638izCzBc12LVUw8weoPSuQk65KdzWg4UkyZ2IQgUZ_TTA_5mJHAKOsLXrHChqo/s320/a-childs-prayer-ken-gimmi.jpg" style="background: #FAFAFA; border: 1px solid #c7cbcc; box-shadow: 0 0 8px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); padding: 10px;" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;pic from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://fineartamerica.com/featured/a-childs-prayer-ken-gimmi.html"&gt;Fine Art America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It will definitely be a shock to my family that I am writing something about my paternal grand-parents, why ? coz I have never seen them. They left us just&amp;nbsp;a year before I was born....can anything be worse than that?! However the picture that my parents and especially my mom has painted about them is so&amp;nbsp;warm and &amp;nbsp;beautiful that I am missing not being with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad is generally a quiet person and he talks even less about his parents, we can all understand why &amp;nbsp;. My dad's story would be about his childhood, it would be about how he was punished by my grand-father for all the wrongs he did and how my sweet, innocent grand-mom would protect him. She would stand by him in all conditions. However my grand-father was very proud of my dad.....not only did my dad finish his engineering but he did it with flying colors. I am very proud of my dad &amp;nbsp;too.....he has built a beautiful house for my grandparents sadly they could not stay in it for long. Even now my dad looks after his bothers and sisters without expecting or getting anything in return.....surely he must have got all this patience and the sense of responsibility from my grand-parents.My dad had recorded &amp;nbsp;my grand-father words and when I go home we all sit and hear those words from an utterly handsome grandfather... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My mom told me that my grand-father was a tall, handsome and serious person and my grand-mother was a short, a little healthy , very cute and a soft-spoken person....seeing their photos has made it clear that my mom has perfectly described them and also they make a beautiful and sweet couple. Hearing all the stories from my Mom about my Grandparents , I have realized one thing for sure ---- they loved my mom a lot and it was a mutual feeling . Job kept my dad and mom away from home......but my grandparents would write a letter to mom every week with all the big and small stories that happened in the house and even in the town...isn't that so sweet? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;My mom has preserved all those letters, now when I go home she would read them&amp;nbsp;to me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Even though I never been with them in person, but the words from my parents had made me feel their presence at every walk of my life..... I miss not&amp;nbsp;having them with me but I know they are watching over me.... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://priyanka-versatile.blogspot.com/2011/03/dadu-thammamy-paternal-grand-parents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3EmN1Q_n01srddSZVjI5G-Y6lv6DwnX8KuLOWXvL9IY-lqC6brb60EAI3O4IXK9r74yjqWiXmOTX638izCzBc12LVUw8weoPSuQk65KdzWg4UkyZ2IQgUZ_TTA_5mJHAKOsLXrHChqo/s72-c/a-childs-prayer-ken-gimmi.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957739765975907400.post-4572616580175004318</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-06T17:05:10.048+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">PLACE</category><title>THE BEAUTIFUL JOWAI</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;-- Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wanted to let you know about the small town where I have passed the first few years of my life. Its a place called &lt;b&gt;JOWAI,MEGHALAYA&lt;/b&gt;. I have stayed there only till the 1990 yet I still remember the roads from my school "&lt;b&gt;St. Mary Mazzarello High School&lt;/b&gt;" to my house. My school was so beautiful and I had some of the most onderful friends and teachers. I remember my Dad taking me to see the Behdiengkhlam festival and also the Bangladesh boarder. Its a beautiful place which most people dont know, so just putting down a few details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Jowai also known as Jwai is the headquarters of Jaintia Hills district of the state of Meghalaya in India.It is a very scenic place which is located on top of a plateau which is surrounded on three sides by the Myntdu river boredering Bangladesh to the south (about 50 km from the indo-bangla border). Situated at an altitude of 1380 m above sea level.The tribals in that area are called Jaintias and they belongs to the Hynniewtrep branch of the Austric race. As all the tribes of Meghalaya, the jaintias are also matrilineal in character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The two most important festivals celebrated by the Jaintias are the Behdiengkhlam festival and Laho Dance festival. Behdiengkhlam festival is held generally in the rainy season of July or August. This festival is also regarded as the most colorful festival of the Jaintias. Laho dance is a part of the festivities of Behdiengkhlam festival. Laho is performed for sheer entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAIN ATTRACTIONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Syndai &lt;/b&gt;: It is famous for the caves and caverns which had served as the hiding place during war between Jaintia kings and the foreign tribes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thadalaskein Lake&lt;/b&gt; : One of the very famous lakes of Meghalaya, it is believed to be built by the followers of Sajjar Niangli, who was a general of the Jaintia Kings but had revolted against the king, with bow ends to mark the escape of the whole community from the Jaintia kingdom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nartlang :&lt;/b&gt; The very famous rock structures built in memory of the ancient warriors by Mar Phalungki attract thousands of tourists every year. These monoliths reflect the history of megalithic culture of the people of Hynniewtrep tribe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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"A perfect sister I am not, but thankful for the one I've got."----Unknown author.
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So far I have introduced you to my parents, but there is one more important person without whom my family is not complete....she is my princess. I am an elder sister to many but she is the only person who calls me 'DIDIBHAI' in this whole world. She is my sweet little gem , my sister '&lt;b&gt;ANNA&lt;/b&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I still remember the day she was born , it was the 27th Oct'90 and I was in class 3. I was not allowed to see her yet however I was so happy and excited that I had actually told every person in my school that I have a baby sister. Since her childhood, she has been a superbly talented person. Dancing , singing ,recitation you name anything and she has done it all at the same time she has kept her studies intact and has always stood first in class ,I am so proud of her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She would share all her feelings with me it makes me feel that I am not only her elder sister but her best friend as well. However like real sisters we have big fights but if I stop talking to her that is it...thats the bomb :D .My approval is always very important to her and this makes me judge myself, she would listen to what I say. She is the best sister anyone can ever have. She has always stood by me , no one can say anything against me near her , coz she can never forgive the person who ever he/she may be. I feel very protectve and possessive about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hey my baby sister....I love you so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." ~Clarence Budington Kelland
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The words of Clarence Budington Kellenda has beautifully vocalized the feeling I have for my dad. He has actually never told me&amp;nbsp;how to lead my life but his actions has taught me a lot. He is the personification of the word &lt;b&gt;'WORKAHOLIC'&lt;/b&gt;. He is totally&amp;nbsp;dedicated to his work and even forgets about his well being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He is a very innocent man and has been taken for a ride my many,&amp;nbsp;he is aware of all this still he is all giving. Till date he has never expected anything in return from anyone.He loves his daughters&amp;nbsp;more then anything and has always given us all that we asked for (if its feasible :)!!!).I have let him down several time but all he&amp;nbsp;ever talks is how proud he is of me. He has never called me by my name but always calls me 'MA' (mother)and at times he even&amp;nbsp;behaves like a small boy. Like if I am late to wish him on his birthday , he will be all sad and upset and the only thing that can&amp;nbsp;make him smile again is a chocolate. There is so much to write about him but all I want to say is I LOVE HIM A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands&amp;nbsp;in its path."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She stood beside me during every step of my life so far and I could never thank her enough. My mom&amp;nbsp;has inspired me to dance,she is a lovely dancer herself and has taught me to dance although she never takes the credit, she &amp;nbsp;always say I did it myself but&amp;nbsp;in my heart the truth is still that she is the reason for all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She had stayed hungry all day during my competition without mentioning at all to me. She has&amp;nbsp;taught me to give my 100% for everything without expecting anything in return.During the tough times of my life,she is the rock on whom I could depend&amp;nbsp;always. She would never be&amp;nbsp;sympathetic&amp;nbsp;rather she would be strong and her words fills me with the zeal to fight back.She loves everyone so&amp;nbsp;genuinely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What a lovely person she is can be understood from the fact that my friends ask about her when they call. They would at times even call her in my absence&amp;nbsp;, she makes everyone so comfortable and loved that some of my friends even call her MA.People say I look like my mom , well if I can be half as her I would&amp;nbsp;very happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Thank you Lord for giving me such a&amp;nbsp;lovely&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;MAMONI&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Welcome to my very first blog...!!!!. I am so excited ....that I am lost of words. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, but wasn’t sure how to go about with it, where, when. And finally the auspicious day has arrived. While in office today I decided that I would give a start to it,so here I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To begin with, I am Priyanka born to a bengali family. We are from the beauty city of Shillong. We are a small family of four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have named my blog as &lt;b&gt;VERSATILITY&lt;/b&gt;.....the name popped into my head when I was thinking what would I like to write about ,&amp;nbsp;as you can guess by now I have opinion about many different things&amp;nbsp;.It seemed like a wonderful place to share my thoughts,ideas and opinion with you regarding the various things I ponder about.It’s going to be fun sharing them with you. So lets start the journey….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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