<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931027515576252154</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:20:55.854-07:00</updated><category term='myself'/><category term='जीवन'/><category term='prayas'/><title type='text'>The virtual reality</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931027515576252154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>princess diaries!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00699035262026998288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931027515576252154.post-8487757814820196946</id><published>2009-07-09T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:23:22.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='जीवन'/><title type='text'>गीली मिटटी की खुशबु .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;दिल्ली में बारिश देखना दूभर हो गया है। एक तरफ़ मुंबई के आस पास का इलाका है जो बारिश से परेशां है और दूसरी तरफ़ यहाँ दिल्ली में लोग गर्मी से परेशान और बारिश के लिए दुआएं मांगते है. तपती गर्मी से झुलसते हुए लोगो को थोडी सी भी बारिश की बूँदें गिरती है तो एक अनोखी  राह्त मिलती है। और जब थोडी सी भी तेज़ बारिश होती है तो आँगन में खड़े हो कर उस की टिप टिप को महसूस करने का आनंद ही कुछ और है। कभी बाहर देखो तो छोटे बच्चे बारिश में खेलते हुए नज़र आते है औ उनको बारिश में छम छम करते देखने में एक अलग ही खुशी मिलती है बारिश में बाहर का नज़ारा देखते ही बनताहै।  पेड की हरियाली और भी खुबसूरत लगती है। लोगो के चेहरे पर एक चमक होती है। कभी आँखें बाँध कर सिर्फ़ बारिश के बारे में सोचने पर सबसे पहले मुझे याद आता है गीली मिटटी की खुशबु। अगर हम खुशबु को समेतके एक बोतल में बाँध कर पाते तो सबसे पहले मैं गीली मिटटी की खुशबु को रखती। बारिश में गीली मिटटी की महक एक अलग ही तरह का सुकून देता है। ऐसा लगता है की बारिश होती रहे और ये महक कभी ख़तम ही ना हो। आज जब हलकी हलकी बूंदें पड़ी और मिटटी की महक से मेरा मन भी महक गया तब  बारिश में छम छम करने के बाद अपनी भावनाओं को यहाँ व्यक्त करने का सोचा। अगली बार जब बारिश हो तो अपनी हर परेशानी को कोने में रख कर सिर्फ़ बारिश में भीग कर और आनंद लेकर देखना। दुनिया की बड़ी से बड़ी खुशी से अच्छा होता है। &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;जीवन में इतनी भाग दोड़ करके थकने के बाद जब बारिश होती है तो अपने अन्दर के बच्चे को बाहर निकालना और बारिश में भीग कर देखना।  तब महसूस की ज़िन्दगी कितनी खुबसूरत है और इसका हर पल कितनी खुशियाँ लाता है।  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931027515576252154-8487757814820196946?l=charuprincess89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/feeds/8487757814820196946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/2009/07/khushbo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931027515576252154/posts/default/8487757814820196946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931027515576252154/posts/default/8487757814820196946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/2009/07/khushbo.html' title='गीली मिटटी की खुशबु .....'/><author><name>princess diaries!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00699035262026998288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931027515576252154.post-4199099796594785151</id><published>2009-07-09T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:11:54.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bidding Adieu!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I always believe that you realise some one's importance only when that person leaves you. I and am sure everyone of us must have experienced it not once but many times. Its very true that you cant hold on to anyone for your lifetime. Lets say from 100 people you know throughout your life there will be maximum 10 people who will stay with you till death. And you only miss some one for the first few days after they left and then your life comes back to normal and that person goes back into your subconscious mind. Five years down the line you might meet this person by default, you might remember them or you might not or they might not remember you. Life moves on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The idea of writing this blog today came from my sweet friend Dilpreet is going to Pune for her further studies and we were giving her a short farewell today. While i was coming back to my home i recalled that like her how many people have moved on in their life. And i realised that by now i should be used to this thing, but the truth is NO. I feel bad every time my friend moves into some other place, probably because no one can take the place that person has created, and their absence has created a void in my heart. A void that cannot be filled by any person. Because as the genetic structure of each and every person is different from the other, the same way the personality of every person is different. That is why you miss every person in the same manner even if you have experienced it many times.&lt;br /&gt;Bidding our last bye to her didn't mean that we wont meet her, it was just a mark of celebration for her admission and it had been many days that we had fun. It was a sad feeling though yet i was happy that she stepped further in terms of her career. We recalled the 3 beautiful years we have spent together and were laughing on the number of times we fought and cried and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;were dropping tears on the fun moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the end I will just conclude that you can't anticipate for how long one person will stay in your life. But the time they spent in your life should be judged by the quality and not quantity. Because it is the quality that will make u remember that person in his absence and you will cherish the good as well as the bad moments you spent with them after you have departed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931027515576252154-4199099796594785151?l=charuprincess89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/feeds/4199099796594785151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/2009/07/bidding-adieu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931027515576252154/posts/default/4199099796594785151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931027515576252154/posts/default/4199099796594785151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/2009/07/bidding-adieu.html' title='Bidding Adieu!!!!'/><author><name>princess diaries!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00699035262026998288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931027515576252154.post-8569732653065292440</id><published>2009-07-07T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:42:41.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayas'/><title type='text'>Prayas ...ek koshish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Entering into the slum , a scary feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; into my mind. It was the first time i was entering a community just behind my residential area. The community from where my maid also comes. I never thought i will ever go into that community. I was holding my friend's hand tightly as we were walking into the class. She was equally scared. While walking through the area we saw a small village kind of ambiance, goats, hen , and kids half naked roaming and running around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reaching the destination and opening the door we hear children screaming "how r u sir". This was for their favorite sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Darshan&lt;/span&gt; sir.I entered the class there were 10 pair of bright eyes staring at me with a small smile on their face. I was sitting there waiting for the description about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prayas&lt;/span&gt; and while waiting i saw a lot of kids looking at me passing a smile and then looking into their notebooks. After the class got over the kids rushed on to say- "hello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt;! what is your name?" With a smile on my face i introduced myself and i asked them "what is your name" their smile got a little bigger and they answered. It was pretty obvious that i wont be able to remember all the names.After the description i came back to my home and i was very sure that i wanted to work for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Prayas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The next day was my first day of teaching and i was not nervous as such, the only vision at that time i had was that even i want that if at one point i enter the class the kids should scream for me the same way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After few classes i got to know a little about the status and the vision became bigger with the kids getting admitted in a good school. As time passed by and the admission came closer it was  a nerve wrecking situation. I was as scared as if it was my own exam. But because the kids had dreamt of going to school like any other kid, i didn't want their dream to shatter. The mere name of school use to lit their eyes. On the D day i had my 2 exams, One was my graduation exam and the other was the kids exam as it was just like my own exam. I wished them luck in the morning and the excitement on their faces was a scene. They were so excited to go to the school and s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tudy&lt;/span&gt; there.I then went for the my own exam but it was a nail biting situation for me that i couldn't concentrate on my own study and constantly called my fellow volunteers and was inquiring about the status there. Finally the kids got admitted and it was a sense of pride feeling for me that i couldn't stop smiling. I was waiting to meet the kids and i knew before i go there, they will come to my home meet me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its been more than a year of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;volunteering&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;prayas&lt;/span&gt; and the experience has been really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have made a place in the kids heart and both my vision got fulfilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I also learnt a lot while working here, that no matter what, don't sulk about what you don't have and cherish what you have and thank god for giving you this beautiful life. I have made my life meaningful. I  don't want to be seen as a teacher rather i am happy that these kids call me Didi because that makes our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; more stronger and more informal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Children are the most beautiful gift of god and you should enjoy every moment you spend with them because that is the only time you are being genuine and can go back to your childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931027515576252154-8569732653065292440?l=charuprincess89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/feeds/8569732653065292440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/2009/07/prayas-ek-koshish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931027515576252154/posts/default/8569732653065292440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931027515576252154/posts/default/8569732653065292440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/2009/07/prayas-ek-koshish.html' title='Prayas ...ek koshish'/><author><name>princess diaries!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00699035262026998288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931027515576252154.post-7972718479209951140</id><published>2009-07-07T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:14:00.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>I Me Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Its been 20 years by now that i have been living in this world...not that i remember each and every year and i cant even recall everything about my life.So lets just cut the first 3 years of my life where everything i did was controlled by the elders in my home  which mean i needed some elder even to feed me. After those first few years of my life i have been living my own life the way i wanted to with little interference from my family which was needed for a naughty chap like me. Let me tell you that i have never been a difficult child , the only difficulty people faced with me is carrying me, because i was a real heavy child. Now before you people go into a state of shock and faint away this is TRUTH. I had a lot of puppy fat on my body when I was born which rubbed away over the years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now when i have studied human development in my graduation level and i know how dost development takes place from conception til death and when I looked into myself i realised my development was normal i know i belong to that majority of people who think they are NORMAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is for all those friends of mine who think there is something badly wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now when i have touched the sensitive topic of friends let me tell you that  I am a kind of person that has only two kinds   good friends or best friends. As of now i have 4 best friends- Richa, Nidhi, Deepti and Lucky. They know me in and out and i love them all. Not that i dont love my other friends but these people are very special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Another bunch of special people is my FAMILY.My mom my bestest friend, My dad My buddy, and my brother. I can live without oxygen for once but i cant live without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So my first blog post goes out to all my family and my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hope that you people will be waiting for my upcoming blogposts. No worries you will not be made to wait much. But till then WAIT and WATCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2931027515576252154-7972718479209951140?l=charuprincess89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/feeds/7972718479209951140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-me-myself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931027515576252154/posts/default/7972718479209951140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2931027515576252154/posts/default/7972718479209951140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charuprincess89.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-me-myself.html' title='I Me Myself'/><author><name>princess diaries!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00699035262026998288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
