tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67398480062811743412024-03-04T20:34:33.793-08:00Scribbled Subtleties...(not exactly blog'ish'.....but more of an inventory of the notes I make..)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-90502065034731351742015-03-14T08:39:00.003-07:002015-03-14T09:00:13.343-07:00One fine day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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suffering from Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo (BPPV). The disease is as
weird as it sounds. Google gives you a clinical description of the symptoms but
essentially this disease rendered me bed-ridden since I could not walk straight
due to some dislodged otoliths wrecking the balancing mechanisms of my body.
The extremities of the vertigos were such that even the medicine I took was
called <i>Spinfree</i>. After a steady
recovery, my doctor advised me to start moving. Having been stuck in bed without
television or laptop for a fortnight, I was dying to catch up with my social circuit.
One of my best friends lived nearby. So my folks permitted me to drop down to
her place for a day. I reached her hideout and she had an itinerary laid out
for me. A couple of other friends were also there to surprise me. So they
decided to take me out for brunch at a café in the neighbourhood. The moment I got out of the residence to hop
in the car, I started feeling giddy again. The doctor had advised me to gradually
start with limited movements in order to avoid the vertigo from hitting again. So my
friends took me inside the house and we cancelled on the outing. I was
disappointed and took to one corner of the living room to recuperate from the
vertigo. My friends must have caught a whiff of my disappointment on
cancellation of the brunch. I had dozed off in the nook of the room and the
moment I snapped out of the nap, I found my friends strutting around the
kitchen. They were fixing up a brunch for me. The recipes of sandwiches and
salads were being googled for and these guys were in action with the cutlery in the house. In fact, even I was assigned a recipe<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>- Fruit
Cream. I do that one really well. So I was given a bowl of fruits and whipped cream
to prepare it. Finally we sat down for lunch with all the dishes laid out. We
hogged over the food having starved for long. Next, a friend prepared tea and
we sat down to watch our old time favourite series – <i>Friends. </i>I had completely forgotten about the weird BPPV in the midst of
all the fun and frolic. The disease had weighed me down physically and emotionally
because of being isolated for a long time. The warmth of this get together
filled me with a sense of optimism. When I returned home, my parents were as
relieved and happy to see me in high spirits. It was the power of being
together with my loved ones that gave me an incomparable strength and I managed a speedy recovery.</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-23144523263958792912015-03-10T04:28:00.001-07:002015-03-10T05:26:56.263-07:00The New Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Moving from a small city in Jharkhand to Delhi in itself was a huge change for me. It was my late teens when my parents moved to Greater Noida in the NCR. Now Greater Noida lies technically in NCR, but commuting from there to my college took around 2 hours. So I spent 4 hours a day travelling on the various means of transport. It used to wear me out till the end of the day and by the time I reached home, I had no time and energy left at hands for any other activity. Having practised this schedule for two months, I was left completely exhausted and I decided to take a rented accommodation near my college itself. This was a going to be a major step for me. A huge chunk of teenager kids move from home to a hostel mode of life at some point of time but I was this self-confessed single spoiled brat back then, used to being spoon-fed and pampered in the homegrown environment. Moving to a hostel meant becoming self-sufficient, responsible and organised. By the time I had started looking for hostel accommodation, most of the decent options had already been acquired for that session. I found a twin-sharing room which could just contain enough oxygen to sustain two. Had a third person come in, there could have been a SOS situation due to oxygen deficit. My roommate was this girl from sophomore year of physical education course. Her stance was intimidating enough for me to restrict my activities only to my designated half of the room. It was only after spending two weeks with her, I realised that she was an endearing soul. I had grown home-sick within that period and almost quit eating the oil-soaked disgusting meals provided there. She must have noticed this and she cooked a delicious porridge for me on that weekend. This gesture brought tear to my eyes. I found washing clothes very cumbersome, but she used to join me on our laundry sessions which made the entire procedure so much fun. I was beginning to notice the change in me. I had become more organised. No more did I need anyone to hover over me in order to get up from the bed. I had a structured routine and the good part was that I was enjoying this change in me. I even picked up on a new hobby courtesy my roommate. I discovered my love for food, not just gorging over it but also reading about it and preparing some simple recipes as well. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The sense of independence was satiating in a very refreshing way. It helped me grow out of that immature brat kid into a much better person. Though I got rid of that dingy accommodation in the next session itself but I guess that place was meant for my greater good.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-83669181499646206022015-03-05T01:30:00.001-08:002015-03-05T01:42:12.335-08:00Optimism prevails!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Commuting in Delhi was a tedious
task before the Metro Rail came into service. Buses and autorickshaws were what
one had to rely on in absence of a personal conveyance. Back then, I had
enrolled in a summer training programme at a hospital in South Delhi. So every
day, I used to commute from Greater Noida to South Delhi, switching buses and
autos in two hours to make it to the destination in time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On one particular day, my
experiments ran till quite late in the evening. By the time, I was about to
leave, the weather gave way and it started to rain. It was 7:30 p.m. already
and I could not find a single auto or bus nearby. It had started to get dark
and the ticking of the clock was raising my anxiety levels. There was this other lady standing next to me
as well who was also looking for an auto. Tall and elegantly dressed in a
handwoven silk saree, she looked quite a damsel in distress amidst the pouring
rains. Suddenly I saw an autorickshaw heading in my direction. I started waving
at him emphatically to stop. He did stop but that lady approached him before I
could and after a fair bit of negotiation, she hired the auto. I stood there in
utter disappointment watching her get inside the autorickshaw. I decided to
call my Dad to pick me up which meant that I would have to wait in the rain for
another two hours. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While I was dialling the number, I
heard someone call out “Hello”. I looked up and saw the lady peeping out from
the auto. She was waving at me to come to her. I went there and she asked me
where I needed to go. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Greater Noida”, I said. She asked
me to hop inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She said she had to go to some
place in East Delhi which was in a different direction from my destination.
Assuming that sharing an auto with her would not make sense, I turned around. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was then she said, “Hop in. It is getting dark and getting another auto is
almost impossible at the moment. I’ll get down somewhere in Noida at a bus-stop
and you can ride home in this one."</span><br />
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sceptic at first as she was a stranger but then considering the necessity
of the moment, I got in. On the way, I learnt that she was a visiting professor
at the medical institute. Finally when we were about to part ways at the bus
station in Noida, she got down, asked the autorickshaw the fare to Greater
Noida and paid him before I could say anything. I was taken aback by this and
tried to return my share of fare to her. She did not accept it; instead with a
calm smile on her face she said,”Someone helped me in a similar manner when I
was a student and today was my opportunity to return the favour. Do the same
when you can.” I could not say anything after that. We exchanged goodbyes and I
left. </span><br />
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Mom’s eyes to see me reach home safely only added to the feeling and I realised
that optimism can be found all around.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-52937892556072962482015-02-17T08:11:00.002-08:002015-02-17T22:31:23.836-08:00 Befikar Umar Bhar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first one on this list is a trip to the country with the highest score on the Happy Planet Index – Costa Rica (<a href="http://www.happyplanetindex.org/countries/costa-rica/">http://www.happyplanetindex.org/countries/costa-rica/</a>) . This sun-kissed nation seated in Central America has kept me intrigued since I was a sixth grader glued to Globe Trekker series aired on Discovery Channel. Apart from offering an amazing blend of nature and culture, this tiny nation is also home to several eco-tourism, archaeological and World Heritage sites.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The second item on my list also conforms to my love for travel. Travelling comes with an added pleasure and satiation when there is a purpose added to it. I learnt this when I happened to teach voluntarily for a few days at a school on my trips to one of the rural villages. The exchange of ideas with the kids there and making them aware of the world outside their little hamlet somehow added more meaning to that trip. I wish to take it up in a more organised manner and draw more experience out of those places apart from the touristy bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I like writing and have been trying my hands at Hindi poetry but I want to take a step ahead to Urdu. With ample time at my hands, I would love to read and learn Urdu so that it enables me to reflect in that beautiful language.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have a deep rooted love for water-bodies and the only thing that keeps me away from it is a fiasco that happened in one of my swimming classes. After an almost near-death experience, I developed a fear of water and I really wish I could overcome it to be a water-baby again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The final one on my list has to be a fulfillment of my love for gastronomy. I can easily rate myself on the list of an avid food enthusiast. However, when it comes to cooking, that art yet needs to be marveled. I want to study the molecular gastronomy of food and use this science to work on my culinary skills. Of course the wish for access to swanky kitchen accessories for the purpose goes unsaid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-3536136400512134532015-01-22T01:28:00.002-08:002015-01-22T01:37:13.970-08:00Becoming the Great Indian Litterbug<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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was born, my folks took to the self-assigned task of deciding on what should I
grow up to be. Considering the fact that I have an extensive family, quite a
number of exemplars qualified as options from amongst my list of 112 relatives.
So now the decision was whether it should be a doctor like my Uncle, an
engineer like one of my elder cousins, an investment banker like my
grandfather’s sister’s son or a scientist, artist, lawyer or something like
someone particular in that list. Midst of all the confusion and discussion in
which I had no say <i>per se</i>, I stuck to
the only possible option I had – Observation. Now multiple visits were paid to
my house by the kinfolks listed by my parents as prototypes for my future self.
So using my actively growing grey matter, I started taking note of the traits
of each of these prototypes. Despite all the torturous cheek squeezing and
chirpy giggly sounds that were a pain to my ear drums, I tried hard to maintain
my unbiased take on making my selection. After the rigorous phase of
observation and contemplation of each one’s actions, I struck on a prudent
idea. I decided to become something what all these ideal exemplars had in
common which was littering. Doctor Uncle used to chew <i>paan </i>and paint the bland white walls of the house in bright red. The
scientist was in the habit of chewing gum and sticking them here and there in
the house almost giving the walls a polka-dotted print without shelling out any
<i>moolah </i>to the paint and texture
companies. The artist cousin went scribbling and sketching around the house
with her sheets and the rough drafts were thrown right out of the window on the
street. I wondered what those containers called bins in the house were for. They
tossed away so much outside the house, that they appeared to me as
philanthropists. So I decided on becoming the Great Indian Litterbug. The best
part was that I did not even need to await the process of growing up to become
one. I started then and there by coughing out phlegm right on my Aunt’s face. At
the age of four, I was taken on my first official visit to a historical
monument. The squiggling and doodling on the ancient sandstone walls seemed
like a major effort by the Great Indian Litterbug to add his artistic tinge to
the this marvel of the past. The sprawling surroundings of the monument were
spotted here and there with plastic bottles and empty packets of wafers and
biscuits as if the titbits were an offering from the modern junk culinary to
the ancestors buried in the tombs beneath the monument. Finally leaving the place, I found a group of
these litterbugs urinating on the walls of this monument and could not fail to
acknowledge the superlative degree of greatness they had achieved.</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-4810685604284823032015-01-13T20:06:00.003-08:002015-01-13T20:06:46.679-08:00En route Bangalore!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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write-up could not have come at a better time than this. In fact I landed in
Bangalore today itself after a long and tiring train journey from Delhi. I have
to make arrangements for my temporary move to this city for work. I will be
stationed here for around six months and I need to build my temporary hide-out
since I cannot live out of a suitcase for such a long duration. While in Delhi,
I had conducted ample research on obtaining my necessities for my Bangalore
stay. In the process, I came across </span><a href="http://bangalore.quikr.com/" target="_blank"><span style="background: white; color: #3463b1; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">http://bangalore.quikr.com/</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> - Quickr’s Bangalore community with a
vision of catering to the buying and selling needs of the Bangaloreans in the
most convenient way. The range of products they offer for transactions is
simply amazing. With around 13 categories and 170 sub-categories of products,
they have almost anything and everything to suit one’s necessities as well as
luxuries. Hence I decided on using </span><a href="http://bangalore.quikr.com/" target="_blank"><span style="background: white; color: #3463b1; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">http://bangalore.quikr.com/</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> for making my arrangements for the
Bangalore stay. The first step towards this was looking for a property on rent.
I wanted a 1BHK for myself, as near to my work-place as possible. They had
numerous options listed in the given range of my budget. There were categories
of unfurnished, semi-furnished and fully furnished rooms. Finally I zeroed in
on a property around 5 kilometres from my work-place which was finalised
through the newly launched feature of this online classifieds - Quikr Nxt.
Using this feature, I was able to negotiate and finalise the deal via chat with
the seller on the chat window of the website. Next, I wanted a mode of
transport to commute to work and courtesy the sluggish traffic conditions in
the city, I was advised by one of my colleagues to opt for a two-wheeler to
move around the city. Under the category of scooters, I found a couple of
options suiting my budget. I will be finalising the purchase within the next
two days, once I have settled my luggage at the newly acquired accommodation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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avid shopper that I am, the diversity of products on this website leaves me
spoilt for choice. Next queued on my list is a television. Since I have no
acquaintances in the city currently, I plan to rely on the idiot box to keep me
company. Also I have my eye on the community and events section of the website.
I would not want to waste my weekends in this vivacious city, sitting idle. The
exhibitions, music and dance festivals and theatre events would serve as the
perfect way to meet new people, socialise and learn all the more about the new city.
At the end of it, my sheer motive is to imbibe as much of the city spirit as
possible and </span><a href="http://bangalore.quikr.com/"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">http://bangalore.quikr.com/</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> just made it simpler for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-13522509510222880132014-12-27T08:27:00.001-08:002014-12-27T10:52:42.372-08:00As true as it may taste<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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since childhood that the ethics of honesty being the best policy are enthused in
us through various means and measures at home as well as school. However, no
matter how intricately is the integrity of honesty stitched in our thought
process, one cannot deny that the ease of owning up the truth is guided by the
consequence associated with it. Yet the guilt of being dishonest is way more.
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tenth grade at school and we were out on an excursion to a national park. A
bunch of thirty kids can be quite a handful. So we had been strictly asked to
follow our team leader’s instructions and any deviation from the said set of
rules was punitive. It was a three day affair and each day we were taken on a
nature trail from the base camp. On the final day of the trip, we were taken to
the track the migratory birds of the area. On the previous night, we had a gala
time at the camp bonfire singing and dancing. A friend of mine, Sarita, was
allotted the responsibility to wipe out the fire before everyone retired to
sleep. While I was clearing the empty food packets from the camp area, Sarita
moved to get the jug of water to wipe out the fire. However, I stopped her from
doing so, since I wanted to spend sometime completing my day’s write-up in the
journal by the fire. I assured her that I would blow out the fire before going
to sleep. So I sat by the warmth of the bonfire and completed the write-up. My
eyelids became so heavy out of the day’s exhaustion that I moved to sleep without
wiping out the fire. There was a strong wind blowing at night which carried a
lit splinter from the bonfire to the food storage area. By morning most of our
food source was charred to dust. Our team leader saw this and he lost his temper.
He called out for Sarita in anger and started yelling at her for not blowing
out the campfire. I was aghast seeing him so vexed and stood there quietly
while Sarita was muffled up with tears in her eyes. After a while, we started with
the nature trail and our team leader became busy with the preparations for the
day. I was not able to garner the courage to face Sarita for my cowardice of
not owning up my mistake. I kept to myself, the entire day and skipped lunch as
well. When we returned in the evening, I could not bear the burden of the guilt
and went to our team leader. I confessed my fault and also apologised to Sarita
for the episode. She hugged me tight and our team leader punished me by boycotting
me from the final day’s bonfire. Though I was saddened a bit by the punishment, yet it was a relief to get rid of the burden of dishonesty.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-3079723804552964512014-12-18T08:23:00.000-08:002014-12-19T00:58:45.145-08:00Reminiscing my Teddy Travelogue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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father made sure that we carried a little scribble-book along, on every
vacation. At the end of each day, both of us would sit down and make a list of
interesting things we came across on that day’s outing. He took care that the
little notebook did not just become a mundane listing of historical monuments,
museum specimens or the geographical formations. Instead he used to bring to my
notice the titbits of the locales. A certain kind of tree that just grew in
that particular place or the colourful pebble-stones that lined the cobblestoned
path or at times just a uniquely clad person in the traditional attire of that
place; we used to spot these sights on our ramblings. At times it only turned
out to be a game on who spots more. We also had this ritual on listing down the
term used for greeting a person in the local language of the place we visited.
So every outing we went on has a <i>Sat sri
akal</i> (Punjabi), <i>Vanakkam</i>, (Tamil)
or <i>kem cho</i> (Gujarati) listed, which
was used by the both of us to randomly greet people on the streets. At times, it even helped us strike random
conversations on the streets with the local people and then there were also
times when we used to get snotty looks from people as if the father-daughter
duo had gone berserk. He used to pick up information on the indigenous
ingredients and the local food delights midst these conversations and this was
followed by a hogging spree across the streets of the place. Though we were
also victimised by the health and hygiene lectures by Mom on certain instances
of our upset stomachs courtesy the spice rating of the region, yet nothing
deterred us from conducting our food trials. In fact the self-confessed
epicurean that I am today, is courtesy my father. Back from the vacation, we
used to punch in photographs with the scribbled notes and my father kept them
in his closet. Looking back at those times, today, I realise that he made me
look beyond the touristy make-up of the place and imbibe the place in me. </span></span><b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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we shifted to a new place and while moving things, my mother found a bundle of
these antique notebooks. She was about to throw them away when my father
stepped in saying he wanted to keep them with him since they were a memorabilia
of his magic times with his daughter.
When my mother mentioned this to me, I was taken aback, since I was of the
opinion that it was only for my enjoyment that my father made these efforts. I
only realised the truth of it when I went on a trip with my niece, last
Christmas to Kerala and we had a gala time.The curiosity in her innocent eyes and her gaping expressions at the sight of anything magnificent were simply adorable. Kids sure add magic to your
vacation. The kids traveller tales on Club Mahindra’s Teddy Travelogues <a href="http://membership.clubmahindra.com/TeddyTravelogues/index.html">http://membership.clubmahindra.com/TeddyTravelogues/index.html</a>,
only affirmed my feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-64574520184035705492014-11-29T01:18:00.001-08:002014-11-29T01:23:59.291-08:00Its Time to Speak up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Remember this proverb we grew up
learning in school – “Cleanliness is next to Godliness.” It is an old saying
but it has merely become another set of words to be mugged up from the
textbook. A very meagre population is actually seen following it. The issue is
that everyone wants to keep their houses or occupancies neat but do not take
any responsibility for the areas beyond their immediate surroundings. Instead
most of the times, people are seen littering on streets and other public places
despite the presence of bins in proximity. They are ever ready to complain but never think about taking a step ahead and solving the problem. Most of us have
this embedded notion in our thought process that the upkeep of the public areas
is the responsibility of the government without shelling out any thought on the
fact that as citizens, it is not just our responsibility but our duty to take
care of the place. Just a little effort on our part would deflect the valuable
tax money into development and progress programmes rather than correction and mending
projects. This year October 2<sup>nd</sup> was picked up by our Honourable Prime
Minister to initiate the “Swach Bharat Abhiyaan”. The initiative did spur a
cleanliness drive across the nation. Celebrity nominations saw participation of
stalwarts from all fields – cricket, cinema, politics, industries and
educational institutions. At my workplace as well, we participated
whole-heartedly in the cleanliness campaign and our endeavours were realised
with our parking lot transforming to a cleaner and greener spot, adding to the
presentable appearance of the place. However, two months since then the
enthusiasm has plummeted and the predicament has regained its normalcy. “Swach
Bharat Abhiyaan” is not just an initiative but a reminder for the nation to
make it a clean, green and beautiful place to live. Moreover, the agenda here
is not just beautification but also maintaining the hygiene and sanitation of
the area in order to avoid the spreading of germs and diseases. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Strepsils, the world’s leading
throat lozenge has taken up the onus of instilling the zeal in the Swach Bharat Abhiyaan via #Ab Montu Bolega Campaign. Strepsils helped Montu regain
the courage to speak up for the right things and maintain his integrity. #Ab
Montu Bolega Campaign gives an opportunity to the people to address the agendas in prime focus for the nation's interest. One can speak up about any of
the following trending issues of the country- #MakeIndia, ISL,
#SwachBharatAbhiyan #ShameGame by logging in to the website <a href="http://www.abmontubolega.com/">http://www.abmontubolega.com/</a>. The
Strepsils facebook and Twitter accounts have several interesting opinions
listed by the web users.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This noble cause is sure to
catalyse the awareness and execution of the cleanliness drive so that we see a
much healthy and serene India by 2019.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-12603925564730966782014-11-24T01:19:00.000-08:002014-11-24T01:19:50.735-08:00Presenting the Game Changer - Fat Cat Lucky6<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">FatCat Gaming presents the Game
Changer in the league of lottery games. A coming of age, gaming app – Lucky6 gets past the era of plastic chips and paper
chits and presents an interesting version for easy betting and minting profits for
the app users. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">India may be seeing a dawn of
game developing, but the gaming scene in India in terms of active users has never
ebbed. Moreover, introduction of mobile gaming created a domino effect in this
context and the convenience of gaming on the go has added to the number of
users exponentially. Hence the exclusive launch of Fat Cat Lucky6 from India is
only going to catalyze this scene. The game has been designed on an innovative
lottery concept and works via a crowd-funding platform. It is a win-win for the Indie-gamers, where it provides you not only with the thrill of gaming but also
an opportunity to transform lives through its jackpot cash rewards and exotic getaways
to dream destinations. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The nuances of this App design have
made the downloading and gaming for its users convenient, intriguing and visually pleasing, at the
same time. Lucky6 can be easily downloaded from the website - <a href="http://fatcatgaming.com/">http://fatcatgaming.com/</a> . It has links to
download for both iOS and android users. I was easily able to download the app
for my android device with a mere change in the security setting. Since then,
it has been a ride. All you need to do is to sign up for the game and pick the
six brands that may be the highest stock gainers on the particular day and if
you are fortunate enough to make the right introspections about the day’s stock
gainers, you are granted with an ever-changing life reward. Though I did not win
anything yet, I exploited yet another feature of Lucky6 to double my chances. The
concept of “sharing is caring” on this app enables you to send invites to your
friends over social media and if they win in the game, you win as well. In fact
my Mom has been glued to my Android device since I have downloaded it, so
contagious is the spirit of the game. I
have downloaded it on her phone as well and now we compete against other with
our set of points until our fortune takes a strike. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Personally, I found Fat Cat
Lucky6 to be a leap ahead of the current gaming and gambling scene. It combines
the elements of thrill, fun, pleasure, luxury, connecting, sharing and caring,
elegantly packaged in a fortune-driven gaming app. I also have my share of bias
towards Lucky6 since I share my birthday with the launch date of this app in
India – 19<sup>th</sup> November, 2014. Considering that, I have all my stakes
for my stars getting lucky soon.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-64273895665615297372014-11-17T22:02:00.000-08:002014-11-17T22:02:05.841-08:00Toilet for Babli<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: #4a4a4a; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I am a travel enthusiast and
fortunately my research profession encourages me for the same. Most of the times,
I have to tour the remote villages in the hills for my research-sampling.
Despite the breath-taking and picturesque landscape that the wilderness has to
offer in the mountains, it is the interaction with the natives of the place
that brings out the real picture of the place. During all these trips, the one
problem that I have faced universally across all these villages is the lack of
toilets. People have to move out of their houses towards a deserted area for
defecation. Considering it is the mountains I am referring to, the colder
months when there is snow all around makes this basic chore a hardship. These
areas are the pit-stops for most of the mainstream tourism destinations. As a
consequence, they only serve as traveller’ stops to attend nature’s call,
without any major any major contribution to the uplift in infrastructure of basic
facilities. This only adds to the waste load in the region and adds to the
burden of disease-causing pathogens. Even the schools in these areas do not
have toilets, which is a great hassle for the staff and students here. Unfortunately,
this issue is not just restricted to the mountains, but sprawls across the
country. Nearly six million people in India have no accessibility to toilet and
defecate in the open. This sanitation problem has magnified into a major health
issue wherein the sites of defecation- (fields and roadsides), serve as a
medium for dispersing the pathogenic agents from the faecal matter to drinking
water sources and crops. According to UNICEF reports chronic enteropathy and
diarrhoea risk around 600,000 lives in India, while child malnourishment rates
fail to plummet despite all efforts. An outbranch of this problem in the
country is also public safety issue especially for women who have to step out
of their houses even at wee hours to attend to nature’s call. The infamous Badaun
case that saw vitriolic outrage against the teenager girls who had to step out
of their house only due to lack of this basic facility.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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by Domex to build 24000 toilets till 2015 is a step towards solving these
problems at the grassroot level. The least we could do as citizens of this
nation is to rake in as much contribution for this noble cause. The website, (<a href="http://www.domex.in/">http://www.domex.in/</a>.) gives us the sheer idea
of the hassles little Babli has to face as she looks for a toilet. Just by
clicking on the “Contribute tab” would add to a donation of Rs.5 on your behalf
in not just helping these kids but also solving a major health problems of the
country.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-92050010648767528022014-10-19T23:55:00.001-07:002014-10-19T23:55:42.579-07:00The Healthy Concoction for a Happy Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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age of 98. Apart from the old-age related memory loss in her last 2-3 years,
she never had any sort of clinical problems. Her immunity was way better than
anyone in my generation despite her age. Come winters, and we were the ones
getting cranky about taking a bath or a non-functional geyser while her daily
chores did not go a wee bit haywire. She used to wake up at 4a.m. and take a
bath with the water running from the tap at freezing temperatures and carry on
with her chores. If I did the same, I was found coughing, sneezing or walking
around with my inhaler the next day. I missed certain family events, and
important exams, as well due to this. This irked my Grandmother and then one
fine day she caught hold of me and forced two spoonful of a sour tangy fluid
down my throat. Intimidated by her, I had no choice but to gulp that liquid
down. She made me have it for a month on a daily basis and I felt the change
and so did the others around me. My attendance at school was almost 100%; neither
had I missed any of the sports meet-ups with my friends. In fact my family
doctor paid me a visit to ensure if I was keeping fit since I had not taken an
appointment with him for almost a month. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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health, when my mother asked Grandmother what had she been giving me to drink;
she plainly replied that it was only <i>Amla
</i>juice. It is known to build up the immunity and also keeps hair and skin
healthy due to its high Vitamin C content. My mother also recalled from her
childhood memories that she was also given an amalgamation of amla and certain
other ingredients by her mother which served as a major immunity booster. Then
my grandmother took out a little handbook from her trunk which had the contents
of <i>Chyawanprash </i>listed in it and both
the ladies decided on preparing it. I was made to run the errand of fetching
the ingredients from the market but I could not find them all at the store
since most were <i>ayurvedic</i> herbs which
are difficult to procure in a regular city. It was then that the shopkeeper got
hold of my list and said that the <i>Chyawanprash</i>
from <i>Dabur</i> already had those
ingredients and many more. I made a thoughtful purchase and s</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans Unicode"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">ince then,
everyone in my family has been taking</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Sans Unicode"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Dabur Chyawanprash </span></i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">on a daily basis and our medical bills have gone
down evidently. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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all the facts stated about the efficacy of the product are based on pr-clinical
trials. <i>Dabur </i>also came up with a
sugarfree variant of the product for diabetics and for the nagging kids they
have launched the mango and mixed flavours which offer a delicious blend of
immunity for the kids. Healthy mind resides in a healthy body and instilling health
in the young ones was never as easy with this concoction from </span><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dabur.</span><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">All bound to guide you to the stars<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15432390892116147366noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739848006281174341.post-75651193593716390272013-10-08T12:33:00.002-07:002013-10-08T12:33:43.788-07:00An Ode to my Pen!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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just in time to sign up for the final registrations. I was auditioning for the
debating society a.k.a <i>DebSoc </i>. It
was my freshman year and I really wanted to hit it with the <i>DebSoc.</i> I was pretty active in the
school debating events but for a rookie from a small town school, the scale of
change to the college life at a metropolis was enormous enough to leave her intimidated. I realised that the sweat from my palms had dampened the registration
slip in my hands. I went to the ladies room and splashed some water onto my
face. Another girl entered the washroom – one of the seniors from my
Department and also the President of the <i>DebSoc.
</i>Trisha placed her bright red tote next to my backpack and started blending
her bronze eye shadow with newly applied green one. Then she took out the mascara
from her pouch which had a clutter of creams, lip balms, a lip gloss, a few
capsules and an inhaler. I could not help but notice the yellowish margins of her teeth as she applied the gloss.To my embarrassment, I realised that she had noticed
me staring at her. Before she could give me a piece of her mind, I uttered “Sorry”
and took a quick exit from there to evade the awkward situation. The episode added
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“shithead”, “weirdo” or "Miss wannabe". “My college years are doomed
already” – I thought. My futuristic vision
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struggled with “Yes..yeah and yeps”!” and the next moment, before I knew it,
she had pulled me backstage. She pulled out a cigarette from the front pouch of
her tote and lit it. After a drag or two, she offered it to me. I stammered -“I do not..I do not” without
trying to sound rude about it. Before she could say anything else, I heard the
emcee announce my name to come up for the debate trial. I auditioned fine but
did not rank high enough to get in the society. I was quite upset and did not
feel like attending the rest of the classes for the day. I started walking back
towards my hostel. At the college gate, I had another encounter with Trisha. She
was en route home too with a couple of her friends. She called out – “Heya.. why
are you so flushed… stop being so hard on your self…you can always give it a try
next year.” I looked at her and smiled…. with some effort though. She lighted
another smoke and kept me company, telling me about the popular hangouts nearby.
She coughed a lot, during the conversation and the tissue she threw was red. I
vaguely paid any attention to this as I was constantly thinking about the unsuccessful
audition. Suddenly I looked at her and
said – “can I borrow a smoke?” She lighted another one and gave it to me along
with a few tips on the protocols of smoking. It was a regular brand and the packet
had a black and white close up image of a grotesque looking person. The text
beside the picture read – “SMOKING KILLS”. In my mind I said –“whatever..!”and
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throat went dry and I felt a squelching pain in my chest. I opened my eyes and
saw that I had fallen asleep on the doctor’s reports itself. I held them in my hand
helplessly and wished for the reports to be wronged. It was my lung biopsy report
which read “POSITIVE FOR LUNG CANCER.” I walked across the room towards the
mirror. My room was dotted with cigarette stubs and packets. I had grown a
chain smoker over the years. I looked at my reflection and I could see the
grotesque man from the cigarette packet in it. I was shattered….I wished I had not
been foolish enough to ignore the warning signs before I asked for my first
cigarette from Trisha. <i><o:p></o:p></i></span><br />
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Courtsey - </span></span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.qualitymedimaging.com/"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://www.qualitymedimaging.com</span></i></a><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">)</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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encapsulated the room. A while ago, the house was in the state of inquietude. Someone
had been sent to call the family doctor; the others were busy getting home
remedies to ease the pain. Pain killers had already been maxed and they did not
seem to work. <i>Amma </i>gave in to the
pain. At the age of sixty, she breathed her last that day and we never came to
know what took her away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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as critical to medicine, as therapeutics. The field of diagnostics, though an
interplay of cognitive forces, would be impeded but for the advances in imaging
technologies. Medical imaging has taken
diagnostics to a whole new level. There are myriad modalities available for
imaging today, right from radiography, MRI (magnetic resonance imaging),
fluoroscopy, angiography, CT (computerised tomography), to PET (positron emission
tomography) and so on. </span><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;">A crack in the rib or a heart blockage, it is possible to image them all. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Management of the treatment regime and drug dosage for
neurological diseases like Parkinson’s, Multiple Sclerosis and Alzheimer’s has become easier due to the availability of contrast MRIs and PET scans which
track the progression of the disease. Advances in molecular imaging technology
have made cancer imaging possible which is being used to accurately diagnose, manage
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all know how precious is an ultrasound image of her foetus to the pregnant
mother whose patience has been to a test of nine months before she could have a
glimpse of her baby. The contribution of imaging technologies to the field of
medicine has been priceless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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some serious science involved in the discovery of this blockbuster technology,
which saw amalgamation of chemical structures, mathematical equations and
physical laws. It took almost a century of efforts, two Nobel awardees and an arsenal
of doctors that has measured up to the current day status of this technology. The
field is still surging to new highs, even as I write this. Apollo hospitals
offer the MRI-guided High Intensity Focused Ultrasound which is a treatment for
uterine fibroids. Recently they have also launched the G-Scan at Delhi which offers
a revolutionary MRI platform for musculoskeletal applications. – (<a href="http://www.apollohospitals.com/cutting-edge.php">http://www.apollohospitals.com/cutting-edge.php</a>)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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stayed with our family for fifty years. Her anecdotes spanned two generations
of the family. I have not even seen her and yet she remains a respected figure
in the family till date and has her endearing silhouette etched in my mind. My
grandmother told me the incidence of her death. She had been ill for quite a
while. The doctors were unable to figure out the reason for her stomach pain
and kept increasing the dosage of pain killers to alleviate the pain but we
lost her on that unfortunate day as her illness went undiagnosed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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from a clinical perspective, a doctor could have enumerated “n” number of diagnoses
for her pain based on the results of the scans and imaging, but the imaging
procedures had not arrived in India, then. It was only in the 1990s that
complete arrival of MRIs and CTs could be realised here. Even the first
ultrasound machine arrived in India only in 1979 (<i>source -</i> <a href="http://ashecon2010.abstractbook.org/presentations/814/">http://ashecon2010.abstractbook.org/presentations/814/</a>).
I do not know if her condition could have been cured with the modern day health technologies
but I just wish <i>Amma</i> had a chance at
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This episode dates back to the days of my eleventh grade.I was busy being the atypical teenager-young, rebellious and never ready to take a no for my demands.My folks indeed,were having a difficult time handling me.<br />
This particular time, I had been invited for a sleepover at a friend's place but my mom wanted me to stay at home instead, and accompany my grandma as my parents had to go out of station for some work. I was very annoyed and I kept on arguing with my mom to let me flee, but it was all vain. My futile efforts to convince my parents were laid to rest when they left and I had no other choice, but to stick around my grandmother. I was furious and I kept to my room the entire night. I didn't even answer my parents' calls nor accompany my grandma for dinner.<br />
Next morning I woke up to Maroon 5's "She will be loved" playing in the living room. I stepped out of my room and found my grandma near the CD player trying to figure out the remote control buttons.My grandma came to me and planted a kiss on my forehead.<br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">" Beauty queen of only eighteen</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">She had some trouble with herself</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">He was always there to help her</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">She always belonged to someone else</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">I drove for miles and miles </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">And wound up at your door</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">I've had you so many times</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">But somehow I want more </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">I don't mind spendin' everyday </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Out on your corner in the pourin' rain</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Look for the girl with the broken smile</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Ask her if she wants to stay awhile</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">She will be loved...</span><br />
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.......and so on<br />
My heart warmed up and tears welled up in my eyes. I was stunned and embarassed at the same time considering my previous night's temper. My grandma is not versed with english at all and prefers to stay distant from gadgets; but she knew about this new album -(Songs about Jane),I had purchased and used to play out loud the entire day. She had identified the CD by its cover and played it to lighten me up, after having struggled with the remote for I don't know how long. Though she did not understand the lyrics of the song, she had laid the "connect" between us and cured me of my foul temper.<br />
Maroon 5 still remains one of my favourite pop bands Their last single "one more night" gave me quite a hangover. Nevertheless I have a bias for "she will be loved" and it never loses its spot on my playlist. It helps me reminisce "the connect", whenever I miss my grandma.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIyK1mB0pew">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIyK1mB0pew</a></div>
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