<?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-6969979784810576010</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:49:10.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY INDIA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969979784810576010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>damini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977594420543271056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ef6xc8eQVY/TYYVYnU6l3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evc7i24VDzU/s220/scan0001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969979784810576010.post-7457489825312916367</id><published>2011-03-23T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T04:06:01.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVE TIGER CAMPAIGN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Roaring of tiger sounded like thunder&lt;br /&gt;Villagers ran to save their living,&lt;br /&gt;people thot the scene as wonder,&lt;br /&gt;They blamed the tiger for killing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;"bring my gun , i shoot him"&lt;br /&gt;exclaimed one of the zamindar,&lt;br /&gt;He was followed upto his whim,&lt;br /&gt;servant shot the outraged tiger.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All happy to kill the innocent mother,&lt;br /&gt;whose cub was run thru' by a gypsie&lt;br /&gt;for fun of few who surrounded her&lt;br /&gt;to hav fun with photography......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it black ink tht is aim of masses&lt;br /&gt;or the save tiger succession,&lt;br /&gt;The poacher as ususal passes;&lt;br /&gt;for which we show no concentration.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they who disturb their natural home&lt;br /&gt;can how claim to end his vain,&lt;br /&gt;they who kill him for reason not known&lt;br /&gt;destroy his solitude calling the "SAVE TIGER CAMPAIGN"....&lt;/span&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/6969979784810576010-7457489825312916367?l=daminiagrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/7457489825312916367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/2011/03/save-tiger-campaign.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969979784810576010/posts/default/7457489825312916367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969979784810576010/posts/default/7457489825312916367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/2011/03/save-tiger-campaign.html' title='SAVE TIGER CAMPAIGN'/><author><name>damini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977594420543271056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ef6xc8eQVY/TYYVYnU6l3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evc7i24VDzU/s220/scan0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969979784810576010.post-6695654399613716707</id><published>2011-03-18T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T00:37:35.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>धुंधला विकास</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उनका नाम न हिन्दू न मुस्लमान&lt;br /&gt;वो बस बेघरों की गिनती में शुमार&lt;br /&gt;न सत्ता की चाह न गद्दी से प्यार&lt;br /&gt;उन्हें तो बस अपने आशियाने का इंतज़ार&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हजारों की भीड़ रोती आम सड़कों पर&lt;br /&gt;सरकार मूक और कानून अँधा है&lt;br /&gt;उन आम लोगों के आंसुओं का क्या मोल&lt;br /&gt;जिनके पास नहीं अपना घरोंदा है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लोगों की ज़मीन का अवैध धंधा&lt;br /&gt;तो अमीरों की अजीब हठ है&lt;br /&gt;वो जो सड़कों पे रहते हैं&lt;br /&gt;उनक लिए तो असमान ही छत है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बड़े बड़े कारखानों की लालच में&lt;br /&gt;दिखते ही किसे हैं उनक मटमैले छप्पर&lt;br /&gt;धू धू कर जला देते हैं सबकुछ&lt;br /&gt;उनका एक अकेला सुन्दर घर&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मुआवज़े और वादे कागज पर फैली स्याही&lt;br /&gt;जो किसी क आंसुओं से धुल जाती है&lt;br /&gt;वो गरीबों के मत से अपना घर बनाते&lt;br /&gt;और उसी के घर को तोड़कर&lt;br /&gt;धुंधले विकास की सडकें बनवाते&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969979784810576010-6695654399613716707?l=daminiagrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ef6xc8eQVY/TYYVYnU6l3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evc7i24VDzU/s220/scan0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969979784810576010.post-6501185070617062283</id><published>2011-03-09T02:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T02:35:50.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a small shack of a poor man&lt;br /&gt;has no story but of its own&lt;br /&gt;unlike riches for their success&lt;br /&gt;but has emptiness to harrass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dont have designer wordrobe&lt;br /&gt;to tense about the next outfit&lt;br /&gt;but just a few tattered clothes&lt;br /&gt;which are marks of their worst hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dont worry about the menu&lt;br /&gt;but worry about the clean plates&lt;br /&gt;for their children to sleep hungry&lt;br /&gt;when this world is rich enugh to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can a clean plate bring&lt;br /&gt;sadness and tears in a mothers eye&lt;br /&gt;how can a hole in a cloth showin world&lt;br /&gt;tempt all kids to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their room has nothing but air&lt;br /&gt;neither furniture nor chandeliare&lt;br /&gt;but the stillness of the room&lt;br /&gt;and the dirt brings in tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thier life is simple&lt;br /&gt;and has no goal to achieve&lt;br /&gt;but has everlasting complains&lt;br /&gt;and people around to decieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can the air bring emotion&lt;br /&gt;and stillness bring frustration&lt;br /&gt;how can a simple life goaless&lt;br /&gt;be such a horror to fight fearless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have nothing to achieve&lt;br /&gt;but still a lot within to grieve&lt;br /&gt;how can this be their fate so small&lt;br /&gt;where emptiness is not for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969979784810576010-6501185070617062283?l=daminiagrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/6501185070617062283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/2011/03/emptiness.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969979784810576010/posts/default/6501185070617062283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969979784810576010/posts/default/6501185070617062283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/2011/03/emptiness.html' title='emptiness'/><author><name>damini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977594420543271056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ef6xc8eQVY/TYYVYnU6l3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evc7i24VDzU/s220/scan0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969979784810576010.post-6962182613454212419</id><published>2011-03-07T02:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T02:27:49.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down a hill, there stood a town&lt;br /&gt;with all the colours red, blue and brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of a city,was a flowing river&lt;br /&gt;that gave foodwater and cold to shiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one side of it had huge buildins full of luxury,&lt;br /&gt;and people wer gentlman with large property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dealings from foreign to import and export,&lt;br /&gt;and servants arround to help,clean and support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but although the city looked beautiful thinks way&lt;br /&gt;there was a part which stood from the river:away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had small huts full of dirt&lt;br /&gt;and people so poor&lt;br /&gt;with shabby jeans and shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no job to earn eat and fly&lt;br /&gt;cildren out of hunger are left to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the government to help and give reassurance&lt;br /&gt;but it goes the other side which makes all diference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969979784810576010-6962182613454212419?l=daminiagrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ef6xc8eQVY/TYYVYnU6l3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evc7i24VDzU/s220/scan0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969979784810576010.post-3572000932195905688</id><published>2011-03-03T01:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T01:11:07.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hen wakes this beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;"he" is awake and thrilled&lt;br /&gt;got ready with his daily chores&lt;br /&gt;like any1 in his house bores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white was his shirt&lt;br /&gt;creased without a dirt&lt;br /&gt;pleated were his black pants&lt;br /&gt;and he looked "a perfect gentleman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black shoes shine like a mirror&lt;br /&gt;polished carefully without any error&lt;br /&gt;in it were white socks clean and neat&lt;br /&gt;he dressed with curiosity no one can beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he wears a tie around his neck&lt;br /&gt;had his breakfast with bag on his back&lt;br /&gt;came out of his small lil room&lt;br /&gt;hugged his mother with &amp;nbsp;tears and gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked her"cant i go to school"&lt;br /&gt;she sed"we dont hav enough even for food"&lt;br /&gt;"go and fill the bucket today"&lt;br /&gt;"i surely will go to school some day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969979784810576010-3572000932195905688?l=daminiagrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/3572000932195905688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969979784810576010/posts/default/3572000932195905688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969979784810576010/posts/default/3572000932195905688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wish.html' title='i wish................'/><author><name>damini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977594420543271056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ef6xc8eQVY/TYYVYnU6l3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evc7i24VDzU/s220/scan0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969979784810576010.post-3746115981554828019</id><published>2011-03-02T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:15:28.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once there was a farmer in a very small village.&lt;br /&gt;one year he got good yields.so he planned to open a small business interlinked to farming.so he thoughtcold storage would be a good option.&lt;br /&gt;he went and bought necessary things and in a small room he set a small cold stoprage for nearby farmers of his village he thot that most of the cold storage are first far from his village and they charge too much also they do not care enough.the cold storage was apreciated by all other farmers .This was not likd by rich owners of cold storage so they hired a person named raja and told him to go and keep a bag ful of grains infcted by rodents and containg one or 2 rats.he did exactly and other crops were infected.his cold storage failed.he complained against raja but police had&lt;br /&gt;enough money from rich party.farmer decided to shut down the cold storage and take 75% of the initial money and start a new business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he thot he wud buy tractor and other farmin items and would giv it on rent.other farmers appreciated it again coz now they got farming items at low rates.again the rich farmers did not liked it.this time they took advantage of the illiteracy of the small farmer and told him that he would get cheap tractor, the small farmer agreed.....his business was running quite well but very soon some policemen arrived and said that due to lack of proper documentation and illegal buyin and sellin of tractor,,,,that small farmer cant keep the tractor....&lt;br /&gt;poor farmer sold the tractor and got 50% of his money back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he decided to buy a piece of land which he will kepp as security for his future....he bought the land....however some criminals in politics did not liked this....they warned the farmer to give the land back or else they will kill him.....the farmer told that his hard earned money is involved with the land so he cant giv it to the criminals he has no other security....the criminals beat him badly and he was taken to the hospital....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hospital charged too much ...he decided to sell the land and with the 25% he wanted his treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did not get the proper treatment and due to poor sanitary conditions he&lt;br /&gt;became a patient of malaria..which was again not treated well ....he was in his last stage and untimately he died..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now nothng was left ...no money...only his wife 6 children out of which 5 daughters and a very old mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................end.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 had the farmer not died of malaria he would have commited suicide...i wanted to tell fight till ur last breadth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 in the first story we saw how corrution stops growth&lt;br /&gt;3 the second story shows how illiteracy stops growth&lt;br /&gt;4 in the third story we saw how lack of health facility tiook toll of a life&lt;br /&gt;5 and finally a big family but no security for future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969979784810576010-3746115981554828019?l=daminiagrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/3746115981554828019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/2011/03/farmer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969979784810576010/posts/default/3746115981554828019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969979784810576010/posts/default/3746115981554828019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/2011/03/farmer.html' title='a farmer'/><author><name>damini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977594420543271056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ef6xc8eQVY/TYYVYnU6l3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evc7i24VDzU/s220/scan0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969979784810576010.post-2163198057439995526</id><published>2011-03-02T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T05:38:40.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>allahabad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;station se utarkar&lt;br /&gt;charo or narzrein failakar&lt;br /&gt;dekha wahan fir se 5 saal baad&lt;br /&gt;jahan urdu mein likha tha"allahabad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;station se bahar aakar&lt;br /&gt;ek rickshaw ko rokar&lt;br /&gt;pochha "bhai kitne loge 0 road chodkar"&lt;br /&gt;wo bola"kuchh bhi de do sahab" haath jod kar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usk baad rickshaw mein baithkar&lt;br /&gt;laga aaj ghumenge sara shahar&lt;br /&gt;dhire dhire badha rickshaw&lt;br /&gt;dekha ek mandir tha udhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na badla itne saal mein uska asar&lt;br /&gt;hindu musalman jhukata wahan apna sar&lt;br /&gt;baaju mein chai ki dukan pe jama log&lt;br /&gt;dekh rahe world cup purani tv par&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chai ki chuski aur pan ki bahar&lt;br /&gt;"wo laga chhakka" uchhle log kehkar&lt;br /&gt;rickshaw nei ab pakdi raftar&lt;br /&gt;bola wo"aaye ho shar mein pehli baar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum bole "nahi chacha"&lt;br /&gt;yahan se humara rishta purana&lt;br /&gt;laga rahta hai allahabad ki tang&lt;br /&gt;galiyon mein aana jana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itne mein aayi halwayi ki dukan&lt;br /&gt;jahan the samose namkeen aur pakwan&lt;br /&gt;dekhkar humare muh mein paani aaye&lt;br /&gt;lage chalo chalkar kuchh khaya jaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utre rickshaw se hum&lt;br /&gt;aur mangi jalebi garmagaram&lt;br /&gt;lekar beithe rickshaw mein&lt;br /&gt;fir aage chal diye hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badi bhid jama ek thele ki taraf&lt;br /&gt;gaye to dekhe mil rahi thi"nanka ki baraf"&lt;br /&gt;humara jee phir se lalchaya&lt;br /&gt;bola ricksaw"0 road aaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utre rickshaw se; paise diye&lt;br /&gt;thele pargaye bole" hum bhi ek kulhar dijiye"&lt;br /&gt;diye nanka ko 50 or rickshaw ko 100&lt;br /&gt;pedal nikal pade us gali se apne ghar ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969979784810576010-2163198057439995526?l=daminiagrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ef6xc8eQVY/TYYVYnU6l3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evc7i24VDzU/s220/scan0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969979784810576010.post-8760080563926342266</id><published>2011-03-01T09:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:15:21.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a heavy burden family or suitcase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a heavy burden&lt;br /&gt;family or suitcase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sudden break in car&lt;br /&gt;stopped with a jerk,a bit far&lt;br /&gt;here exits a billonare&lt;br /&gt;fightin with the coolie for fare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he refuses a bit and bargains for penny&lt;br /&gt;and thinks "had his son food any"&lt;br /&gt;the coolie for sure sed "yes majesty"&lt;br /&gt;give me anything "i cant go empty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that man of sixty seventy&lt;br /&gt;wieghs load much more than his capacity&lt;br /&gt;with a joy too much for the coming money&lt;br /&gt;to fill the stomach of his son hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he slowly moves towards the platform&lt;br /&gt;lookin at the billionares in white uniform&lt;br /&gt;askin himself"will my son be an officer"&lt;br /&gt;and answering "there is no fortune for poor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asks"wats the time"&lt;br /&gt;the man is rude says"y do u wanna go home"&lt;br /&gt;"do ur work or ull b throne"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coolie is sad with tears overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;now he reaches a bench dirty with dent&lt;br /&gt;seeing his master w8ting&lt;br /&gt;and his son in luxury and he is ticketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asks the coolie"cant my son b&lt;br /&gt;lik that for even a day"&lt;br /&gt;then he plans to move on thinkin&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;about the money he gets today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his plan for his old mother&lt;br /&gt;and a sad and workaholic wife&lt;br /&gt;than hears peee.... and sounds other&lt;br /&gt;for the train which is about to arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the masters tell him to b quick&lt;br /&gt;and rush to the ac compartment&lt;br /&gt;agan the burden is on his back stick&lt;br /&gt;the masters settle with adjustment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asks his pay for his service&lt;br /&gt;the masters agan bargain givin him less&lt;br /&gt;moving out of the ac place says he&lt;br /&gt;"a heavy burden family or suitcase"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969979784810576010-8760080563926342266?l=daminiagrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/8760080563926342266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ef6xc8eQVY/TYYVYnU6l3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evc7i24VDzU/s220/scan0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969979784810576010.post-6493893792328149595</id><published>2011-02-24T05:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T05:00:16.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life or black</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the golden sun&lt;br /&gt;dawns upon the dark and complete cave&lt;br /&gt;a girl sees this beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;as a painting full of coulourful wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as she opens her eyes&lt;br /&gt;and brings in the beutiful light&lt;br /&gt;the sadness of the dark sky&lt;br /&gt;is lost in the glory and bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she starts heading towards her youth&lt;br /&gt;with her small steps of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;the sun now reaches overhead to describe&lt;br /&gt;the movement of birds with freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has now grown a young lady&lt;br /&gt;and the sky is immitating the girl&lt;br /&gt;in the readdish bridal satire&lt;br /&gt;who will now enter an era of calmness swirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now starts the day of serenity&lt;br /&gt;to give life and to give peace&lt;br /&gt;the sun is now not violent&lt;br /&gt;and is heading castle of his reACH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evening is stable&lt;br /&gt;helpin birds to reach their destiny&lt;br /&gt;and the children grow and learn&lt;br /&gt;in their mothers facts and testimony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun is now planning&lt;br /&gt;to go his grand castle to bring darkness&lt;br /&gt;the mother is old and cannot walk&lt;br /&gt;for her children left her to sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night comes and ends everythng&lt;br /&gt;leaves a black mark undiminished&lt;br /&gt;the grandmother sleeps and starts&lt;br /&gt;a journey to heaven unlieshed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969979784810576010-6493893792328149595?l=daminiagrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/6493893792328149595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-or-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969979784810576010/posts/default/6493893792328149595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969979784810576010/posts/default/6493893792328149595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-or-black.html' title='life or black'/><author><name>damini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977594420543271056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ef6xc8eQVY/TYYVYnU6l3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evc7i24VDzU/s220/scan0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969979784810576010.post-2131505445282147375</id><published>2011-02-23T22:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:50:48.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this progression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growin in the world is recession&lt;br /&gt;troubles masses and procession&lt;br /&gt;old are the suicide of farmers&lt;br /&gt;but new are the occasiion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;government is unconcern&lt;br /&gt;of their politics and numerous temptation&lt;br /&gt;terrorist kill hundrds of ppl&lt;br /&gt;for their fun and frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umemployed and undergraduated is the &amp;nbsp;youth&lt;br /&gt;and is a piece of news and topic of sensation&lt;br /&gt;polluting the holy world&lt;br /&gt;in face of their suspension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tigers are saved on newspapers and advertisements&lt;br /&gt;by ministers and their so called regiments&lt;br /&gt;and their sons kill tigers in reality&lt;br /&gt;without having any allegations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tigers are saved&lt;br /&gt;to protect their succesion&lt;br /&gt;to grow the humanity and the declining craze&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;due to animation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;womens burnt alive for gold and dowry&lt;br /&gt;to fulfil the greeds needs and somtimes aggression&lt;br /&gt;after 60 years of independence of india&lt;br /&gt;i ask is this progression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no legal forums no legal charges&lt;br /&gt;to worshiip the lord and owner of coruuption&lt;br /&gt;to protect copse lik kalmady&lt;br /&gt;to make his life worth vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;dying are the waves the feelings and soul&lt;br /&gt;of india as a godess and as a nation&lt;br /&gt;y underprevilid uneducated and the handicapped&lt;br /&gt;are the ones to get least attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the dream the desire and the motto&lt;br /&gt;the reality and destination&lt;br /&gt;for all who layed their lives&lt;br /&gt;and who wer patriotic creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days of laxmi and tantya&lt;br /&gt;here are the days of raja and maya&lt;br /&gt;follow the wrong and worship lie&lt;br /&gt;else u will suffer fortune as assasination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is ahead by steps and miles&lt;br /&gt;poor are their not in mind but in files&lt;br /&gt;they who cant mark their name on a paper&lt;br /&gt;will how make history and influence nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant questions make their lives and change their situation?&lt;br /&gt;cant a step change the truth and lift them frm station?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we so called burdened 100 crore population&lt;br /&gt;cant change the ethics and the way?&lt;br /&gt;the 1000's of small minds in the system&lt;br /&gt;and we talk about united india and coalation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is just the poems and black and white ink on paper?&lt;br /&gt;spread like a word of helplessness&lt;br /&gt;or an emblem of an insensitive society&lt;br /&gt;using truth as a weapon of their small passions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issues and matter lik taj and other terrifyin rations&lt;br /&gt;are not to be taken as matter of security&lt;br /&gt;but as a source of flowing money into the pockets&lt;br /&gt;by directors of telivision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taj is called the beauty and&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of king and his tenations&lt;br /&gt;wasnt it the reason to cut thousand of hands?&lt;br /&gt;to further stop the artist frm his grand venations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of girl child killed&lt;br /&gt;in rural areas for &amp;nbsp;unburden and concession&lt;br /&gt;ask the mother ,is it the true destiny?&lt;br /&gt;or old and ruthless rural conservation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this world a virtual castle&lt;br /&gt;to cause pain and make ill correction?&lt;br /&gt;or to make the world worthy&lt;br /&gt;with love and determination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969979784810576010-2131505445282147375?l=daminiagrawal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/feeds/2131505445282147375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daminiagrawal.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-this-progression.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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