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  1. <?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-9275447</id><updated>2017-02-05T01:18:33.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You Run It</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113611894206489082</id><published>2006-01-01T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-11-21T16:25:01.287+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A New Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;The blog has shifted to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;English &lt;/span&gt;@ &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.prempiyush.com/blog&quot;&gt;http://www.prempiyush.com/blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.prempiyushhindi.wordpress.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.prempiyushhindi.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;A Fine Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year of lots of learning,&lt;br /&gt;Year of few yearnings,&lt;br /&gt;Year of a fulfilled desire.&lt;br /&gt;Year of friends and fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;A Year of Satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113611894206489082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113611894206489082' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113611894206489082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113611894206489082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-journey.html' title='A New Journey'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113533838963754187</id><published>2005-12-23T17:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:16:29.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>27 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;Years reduced to Months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;Months Reduced to Days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;Left are only 27 days !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;How should one count now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;Where is her lifelong Nest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;Where the beautiful heart rest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;When is the auspicious day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;“Wait Child”, two words He told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;Although the answer was enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;And closing eyes were tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;Nocturnal eyes slept wide open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;Searching roses in answer of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;Today, on nearing the day, one fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;The auspicious moment of tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;One wants to speak less, smile less,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt;To see her chirping, laughing forever.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113533838963754187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113533838963754187' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113533838963754187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113533838963754187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/27-days.html' title='27 Days'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113518301183505297</id><published>2005-12-21T21:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:06:51.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WTO  and Kamal Nath</title><content type='html'>The average Indian is not aware of Hong Kong &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wto.org&quot;&gt;WTO &lt;/a&gt; resolution. Kudos our Minister for Commerce and Industry Mr. &lt;a href=&quot;http://commerce.nic.in/CIM-BIO.htm&quot;&gt;Kamal Nath &lt;/a&gt; ,who took lead on behalf of developing countries and persuaded them towards free trade in banking and telecommunication. On behalf of these countries, the import restrictions reduction and making a point of lessening the subsidy on agriculture by developed countries leading to zero subsidy were remarkable steps. Unlike Kankum and Doha submit this summit of WTO at Hong Kong got something at least for long term benefit. Although the important point to note is that it was give and take negotiation with 30 hours debate magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God, he is not among the Operation Duryodhana&#39;s MPs.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113518301183505297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113518301183505297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113518301183505297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113518301183505297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/wto-and-kamal-nath.html' title='WTO  and Kamal Nath'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113510488088555132</id><published>2005-12-21T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:24:34.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A White Dove</title><content type='html'>O Dove, I don’t have bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;Not the golden cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dove, I don’t have the sweet grams here.&lt;br /&gt;Not the green peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dove, I don’t have the sweets songs,&lt;br /&gt;We are tribal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dove, setting you free, just free.&lt;br /&gt;From bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dove, keep flying across sky,&lt;br /&gt;Across the boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dove, if you fall tired,&lt;br /&gt;Thick grasses, I grow here.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113510488088555132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113510488088555132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113510488088555132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113510488088555132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/white-dove.html' title='A White Dove'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113448561477724997</id><published>2005-12-13T20:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:37:54.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To my blog inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The blog has covered a journey of more than one year. The birthday went off unnoticed . Anyway I saved all the birthday party expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Presently I feel, its utmost important to me to recapitulate the events that led me to writing. All the times when I received appreciations and sometimes beautiful criticizes too, for my writings, I felt nice and encouraged. My writings had a cascading effect from the people around me and some of the well known authors and of course an excellent school teacher, my dear Maa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;My office boss, Sujay sir, better to say my elder brother, have many published Hindi articles in many magazines. The ground to earth man with an excellent attitude to think on the topics and analyze them impressed me. Last year once when my friend, Sanjay took out a topic of national importance for discussion on the net. I had ideas but could not gather them properly, so could not present my views. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By the time my friend Prashant well wrote on the topic and let every one read on the group. The key was found. The ideas, he picked up were almost same as I wanted to say. But key was he took a strong point first, explained the details and added some another points and at last summed up it with another stronger point. By the time I saw Jaya’s blog too. Although the topics she touched ranged vastly but she had the ability to give sufficient reasons behind everything she wrote. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In school, jokingly, I participated in a story writing competition after coming straight from the playground and after being forcefully insisted by respected Pandey sir, who used to teach Hindi. After few days, I knew that I was third. That meant that I had writing ability, may be at least of the third grade :-). &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Moreover for debates and extempore speeches, I am ready always since my school life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So it was no looking back. I sat with my pen to write and created this blog and waited for comments. By the time Jaya’s suggestion came that one should keep writing without caring for them. I kept writing to sharpen my nib.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;To none of my inspirations, till date I told them the fact. And one day when once my office boss told me, while casually seeing my Hindi poems on my laptop himself told that, these can be sent to the editors for publishing, I blushed. When Prashant again after seeing one of my writing told that I write well and &lt;a href=&quot;http://batuldastudents.org/drupal/?q=node/2&quot;&gt;presented&lt;/a&gt; that on our teacher’s website, I was again happy. At our alumni forum, one of my excellent friend, told me that my writings have confidence, I got really more confident. Some were traveling with me continuously and encouraging me among them were Manish ji, Silky ji, Alka ji, Sandeep ji, Piyali, Debashis da and more. To walk in a group has been an excellent experience for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;Thanks a lot again my cohorts and inspirations, who are on an unknown mission which is very positive in nature. How nice it feels that the first day introduction meet remains same always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113448561477724997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113448561477724997' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113448561477724997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113448561477724997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-my-blog-inspirations.html' title='To my blog inspirations'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113440557801591474</id><published>2005-12-12T18:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:09:38.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An obituary to my Oxford dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;This is an example of an“imaginary SMS” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;because I don’t keep a mobile now. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;O suet grl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;i want 2 tel u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;dat wen u snd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;me all da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;sms, wich &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;mostly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;4warded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;nd in wich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;u wantd to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;show ur luv 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;ur frnds bt i cud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nt ndrstnd dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;foren lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;so i bout a nu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;dicsonry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;frm Xword &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;buks2or.   &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;gud nght&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;suet drms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113440557801591474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113440557801591474' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113440557801591474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113440557801591474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/obituary-to-my-oxford-dictionary.html' title='An obituary to my Oxford dictionary'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113430944888260871</id><published>2005-12-11T19:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:33:31.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ami Kolkatar Rosogolla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#663333;&quot;&gt;This is the title of one of the famous Bengali song and is based on Kolkata&#39;s lady beauty and have a good tune. The literary meaning is “I am Kolakata’s Rosogolla (sweet )”. The famous song sung by Bangla pop icon Usha Uthhup. I have danced on the tune in my childhood. I was humming the same lines on the streets of Kolkata on the human rights day, i.e. yesterday, 10th December. But now a days when I am grown up (still growing), as only humming the song , in Kolkata I saw the infamous Kolkata’s street dwellers, to whom I had seen in the almost same scene 13 years back too, when my Navodaya Vidyalaya arranged the Kolkata trip for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#663333;&quot;&gt;The black ladies and gents and skinny children, mud sticking to skin which again sticks to the bones. All their belongings packed in the sacks. The torn black plastic sheets make a roof shape structure for them. Ends of the plastic tent were tied to roadside electric poles and handles of old house doors. In between there is one broken kerosene stove and another black handi over it. Beside them two persons were on the aluminum food plate. The plate filled with rice and few fine meat pieces. The hungry eyes were concentrated on their shares of meat. At afternoon 3 pm, I too did not have my meals. In morning, I had two Kolkata’s rosgollas only and started the day. In hunger anything looks delicious. I was feeling hungry. The aromas of their limited prepared dishes set me tempted. I left the place. At least for my those Indian friends, whose coming generations too will not read my blog ever, I can never sing the song on Kolkata streets anymore. But the town celebrated the Human Right’s Day officially and rosogollas were of course the part of the snacks in between the meetings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113430944888260871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113430944888260871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113430944888260871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113430944888260871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/ami-kolkatar-rosogolla.html' title='Ami Kolkatar Rosogolla'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113413442056442310</id><published>2005-12-09T18:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:48:33.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shares of  etiquettes , I bought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Hi my dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;The reasons of mine last months absence have been revolving around me, my career as well as my family responsibilities. A lot of lessons, I have learnt in this period. I shall share them with you all. Ultimately my aims of writings are to benefit myself and/or my readers. The first topic, I do like to touch is basic etiquettes, the common man must have. Not being a Bengali guy (usually Bengalis give much emphasis to it) but as our oriental cultural outcome is there, which beautifies the life. The etiquettes cost nothing but gives back in lump. The base of etiquettes is respecting the other person. The net culture is not lacking it, but there are basic tendency of few people, due to which they miss a lot. I am not telling about calling me Prem ji or something like it. Even if they call me %#$# , I will be comfortable. But that too should be genuine and if with sufficient comments, then the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the topic of absence and etiquettes -- the relationship may not be clear to you. Actually in my absence I have benefited a lot with the asset of mine. But apart from the cyber- world, the real world gives you back more with this asset (yes, more than what you can expect). I am richer now. No one can steal it. The polite and natural behaving to the other, as if another is your family member is the key. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113413442056442310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113413442056442310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113413442056442310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113413442056442310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/shares-of-etiquettes-i-bought.html' title='Shares of  etiquettes , I bought'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-113406308108849616</id><published>2005-12-08T22:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:01:21.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>I must be back,&lt;br /&gt;From backwaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be back,&lt;br /&gt;From backtracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be back,&lt;br /&gt;For my backbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be back,&lt;br /&gt;With back lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be back,&lt;br /&gt;Not back but forward friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back,&lt;br /&gt;To sleep again, someday!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/113406308108849616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=113406308108849616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113406308108849616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/113406308108849616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112825995063344590</id><published>2005-10-02T13:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-02T19:35:47.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Anjan da</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style=&quot;text-align: right; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Milan Pally, Kishanganj,&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi Jayanti,&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Dear Anjan da,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;         &lt;/span&gt; Hope my letter finds you in your ever ready smile and spirit. I am delighted after getting your marriage invitation card. From Mariani, it reached me quite early such that I could have made all the journey arrangements in time. Kartick da shall be joining you, along with her better half as he told me over the phone. I am missing this golden opportunity to join you all at the marriage ceremony on 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; October because of my already planned schedule to Bangalore. Hope you shall understand it. And I can recall my wishes to shake my leg on Assamese music with widened hands at your wedding. I am missing to visit my well learned uncle, beloved aunt, scientist jamaibabu and jolly sisters and your traditional silk handicraft and of course the pan-betel nut.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; If I were there ,you would have called my name with your same lengthy tone …Prrreeem…..which mixes more sweetness to my name. Your better half would have learnt the same thing from you and she might have called me the same way with her lady voice Prrreeeem or something like this. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ah…. I am missing something.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Anjan_by_P_Piyush.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Anjan_by_P_Piyush.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; I shall like to congratulate my Pallabi boudi for her luck and an excellent unified life ahead. And to you, I shall like to suggest that after you get married please serve her morning tea as you used to do for us and share her household chorus too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;My best wishes for the couple. May the love’s sweet valley bloom and the fragrance spreads everywhere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;&quot; &gt;Prem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112825995063344590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112825995063344590' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112825995063344590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112825995063344590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/10/letter-to-anjan-da.html' title='A letter to Anjan da'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112801970694613309</id><published>2005-09-29T00:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:55:08.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Freeing up from own fibres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Patua_by_P_Piyush.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Patua_by_P_Piyush.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;Every night, score of migrants lay down with occasional closing eyelids on our station platform. With dreams in their eyes, they let the night pass to catch the next morning’s train going to Delhi or Punjab. There they work as daily labourers in the factories, farms, construction sites or similar kind of establishments. These people mostly tie up the journey money in their safe waist. The scores of dreams are carried in the general coaches of train, not better than packed livestock. If coolies are given some money they can push them inside the packed coach. No wonder, if slipper falls on the track or co-traveler has to get down because he can’t travel standing on the stairs. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are mostly hopeless farmers or labourers who have difficulty to get job or can’t earn well in our region. Our Gangetic planes have lush green fields and fertile lands. But irony is that the agricultural produce is just sufficient to feed the people and sell the part of it to buy the family needs. Then there comes nature’s fury in the form of flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;Let me adumbrate on the reality behind this situation, which discourages the need of looking into the real problem, with an incident. Last year on the occasion of cultural night on the eve of Independence day, my cultural group got enough permission to present a drama titled as “&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Patua&lt;/span&gt;” from the program managing authorities. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Patua&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Patsan&lt;/span&gt; is the local name of the Jute fibre. Based on the local farmers’ problems, this theatrical theme was conceived by us. In the direction of my mother, it was well shaped and an effective presentation was prepared with enough practice. It was our surprise that while doing rehearsal, at the end, at my pathetic cry, the neighbours used to sneak through the window with sympathy. On the actual performance evening, with my enthusiastic theatrical team, we reached the auditorium at before time itself. At the spot, we were informed that due to time constraint, our drama was cancelled off ! We were shocked on this coercion.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once permitted with the theme of drama on pen and paper, and next it was just cancelled. Behind the theatre, the reliable sources told us that, the invitees are the big businessmen of the town. My team’s voice representing the grass root farmers was looked askance, since the officials knew about the theme, the performing group and its malefic effects on the respected delegates. The other dance programs along with some patriotic songs’ dramatic performances were performed as usual to entertain them and make a ballyhoo of patriotic feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;The significant business in our town depends on the business of Jute fibre too. Once upon a time the fibre of Jute used to give back good return. The price given to farmers used to be pretty high and the young man might have sold a bundle of Jute and return home back with a new bicycle. After popularity of plastic, truly the prices of jute has fallen but not that much that the same fiber gives in return only the token sum of money which in the most cases gives back only the investment. In this cultivation, the bonuses are the Senthi (the woody stem of Jute plants) and the leguminous nitrogen fixed in the soil by the roots. This nitrogen fixed is helpful to grow the next crop of paddy. For the helpless small farmers the thought of considerable profit is out of thought.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;Even knowing all these, every agrestic migrant like to touch the moon in the distant land without uttering a single word, mesmerizes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112801970694613309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112801970694613309' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112801970694613309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112801970694613309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/09/freeing-up-from-own-fibres.html' title='Freeing up from own fibres'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112787379023678754</id><published>2005-09-28T07:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:38:33.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Selling magazines @ Sellable item</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Sellable_item_by_P_Piyush.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Sellable_item_by_P_Piyush.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;L&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;ast week, a popular national read magazine conducted so called all India survey on urban single women and sex. The book shops already sold integral times of the copies over normal circulation, in a rough estimate. Most of the stalls might have a shortfall too. In that particular issue, my current affairs topics were only two in numbers, that too not very important, I could not feel the need to buy the issue after paying Rs. 5 more than the earlier issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The changing lifestyle of urban people was studied. The magazine discussed the matter with the celebrities frankly (whether they did voluntarily or well paid, I don&#39;t know). Of course some politics was also played on the statements of celebrities in some regions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;For lakhs of readers the issue might have been a source of information. Let&#39;s see whether the magazine has the same concern to publicise the recent laws which state the making internal commitees to look-after sufferings of women at the unsafe workplaces and implementaion of section 12, 18, 19, 20, 21, 23 and the non boilable section 31 which safeguards the sanctity of household women from other members of the family. Being a national read magazine, which presents various national issues well, I shall like to suggest them to take consideration of the millions of passive partners living in the rural India too and to check about the reality about the baby making machines and bonded labourers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;What surprised me was, the way the marketing and advertisement was done for that particular issue in a planned way to increase the popularity of the magazine as well the price from the issue onwards. In marketing point of view, the time when FDI on foreign print media is going to be up to 74%, the strategy of company is not bad. The soaps of saas-bahus and sleazy remix songs all are doing the same thing, using the specific sex as commodity to sell more commodities like detergent, paste and shampoos of MNCs.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Who is being liberated: the common women or the economy of media companies?&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112787379023678754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112787379023678754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112787379023678754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112787379023678754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/09/selling-magazines-sellable-item.html' title='Selling magazines @ Sellable item'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112773972674577232</id><published>2005-09-26T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:52:00.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);&quot;&gt;Yesterday morning, sipping the Darjeeling tea in the Netaji Cabin, again I saw another rally passing by the road. The rallies are common site in Siliguri, the down town of Darjeeling. Usually Bengalis are very adept with carrying out processions for their demand. The leader shouts and the followers mostly repeat last few words. The processions are carried in long queues. It also has a significant number of ladies too, which may be ostentatious display of equality or just a passive mass. Of course the bhadralok (gentleman) as well as bhadramohila (gentlewomen) voices become loud when it’s congregated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, the congregation of protesters was not even mewing, which surprised me. Like any other roadside person, I could not deliberately read about the demands on the moving placard at the first glance. The placard holders were mostly school level students. Soon I got clear when I saw the madams walking in between two queues were talking with the students in symbolic languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/silence_by_P_Piyush.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/silence_by_P_Piyush.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was “the rally of deaf and dumb” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This integral part of society which has limited means of communication needed to bring out a rally, to make their voices be heard, was an uncomfortable shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diplomats, who are already deaf and dumb towards the common man problems, that’s why they use blare of loudspeakers and thumps of punches in air in the processions. Their action can be justified to open up the earplugs and beam into sunglasses of languid officials, it’s okay. For that particular rally, neither shall I like pontification on my side, nor unctuous sympathy on their handicap. But I wonder, whether those deaf and dumb officials turn blind too and avoid seeing the speaking placards, which have basic demands of human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112773972674577232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112773972674577232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112773972674577232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112773972674577232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/09/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112767003434382555</id><published>2005-09-25T23:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:43:32.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon Sojourn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Monsoon_by_P_Piyush.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Monsoon_by_P_Piyush.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;                                The sunrise and sunset,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;                                  Were as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 51, 0);&quot;&gt;                         Once, when he stopped,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 51, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 102, 51);&quot;&gt;Suddenly heavy winds arrived,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 102, 51);&quot;&gt;Took him to sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Into shapeless clouds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;That rained for sure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Rained in the meadows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;For a dormant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;Shaken by the sailor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;He got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;Tired and Hungry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;Fed by the sailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;Three pieces of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;And spare butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);&quot;&gt;Like thousands other, he jumped down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);&quot;&gt;Into the pious lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);&quot;&gt;Well-wishers, be thou cheer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);&quot;&gt;He landed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112767003434382555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112767003434382555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112767003434382555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112767003434382555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/09/monsoon-sojourn.html' title='Monsoon Sojourn'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112575530612383570</id><published>2005-09-02T18:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:18:26.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The useful plants of home garden -1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Aloe.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Aloe.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;There have been autochthonous medicine practices in rural society, which uses herbs to heal the ailments and can be used as cosmetics too. There are credible facts that the geographical regions, which contain most prevailing diseases/problems also naturally grow the respective herbs to cure the same. There are many of them which can be grown in household pots too. Many of them can be excellent decorative plant also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;i style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Aloe - Vera&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Aloe Vera&#39;s (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Ghritkumari &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;) thick big leafs makes it a distinct looking decorative plant in house garden. The leaves contain pulp which can be used as an excellent moisturizer. The pulp is colourless, odourless and feels slippery. The pulp dissolves with the skin immediately. To use it, cut out half a inch of the leaf and take out the inside pulp to moisten the skin of the washed and dry face. Apart from keeping “any kind of skin” glowing, this natural moisturizer is absolutely safe to use. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Rosy effect&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;If your garden have rose plant, take out few petals from the side of the roses and squeeze out the juice to mix with the Aloe-Vera pulp on the palm before applying on the skin. You can immediately feel the coolness and fragrance over the skin for the day long. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanda effect&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Aloe-Vera is an excellent coolant too. Many of the elderly person, who may feel several headache or hotness over the head, may apply the pulp on the head and feel the cooling effect. Among our garden pots, once a construction labour identified the Aloe-Vera bushes. He had been searching for it for several months for his ailing wife with head-ache. He requested for a part of the leaf. Like many others he was cordially thankful to the plant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Plantation&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;It can be planted like any other common flower plant. A little sapling after maturing augments several buds. Once successfully planted, the Aloe-Vera does not require much care except regular water ( but not daily). It&#39;s good if you can change the soil of the pot once in a year. My Maa&#39;s enthusiasm with the Aaurvedic medicines and my affinity with such plants helped to grow several Medicinal plants including the Aloe-Vera bushes in our small garden, which contain kilos of moisturizer pulp !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112575530612383570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112575530612383570' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112575530612383570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112575530612383570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/09/useful-plants-of-home-garden-1.html' title='The useful plants of home garden -1'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112376622817052804</id><published>2005-08-11T18:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-11T18:49:06.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dowry  - A practical way to deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Dowry_Art_By_P_Piyush.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Dowry_Art_By_P_Piyush.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);&quot;&gt;The dowry system is a thorny bush which has grown in the sweet valley of love, the marriage. Many of my dear bloggers seem to be beating around the bush in discussions, some working hard to clean up weeds from the bush. Some are sitting silent helpless in the hands of their future determining guardians. Then what constructive work can be done against the evil. The first can be done now is to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;I am not going to take or give any dowry in my life&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you repeat this promise from the bottom of your heart like me? If yes, then read keep reading or don&#39;t waste your precious time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I use the dowry word for &quot;forceful / with expectations&quot; (hidden or shown) asking / giving money/gifts , which plays the main factor for determining any marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing is please don&#39;t use the law book&#39;s definition of dowry for the piece of paper or metal or degradable piece of object which parents/parents-in-law give with their blessings and affection to the new couple without any compulsion. The fact is in our Indian system, before departure of the guest or at auspicious occasions, elders do give few notes/coins to the children. Remember my word children. Even at the time of marriage any bride or groom is the same child in front of parents / parents-in-law. Even the cruelest law shall not stop this symbolized transfer of piece of affection on the auspicious occasions. Please don&#39;t evaluate or weigh those affectionate pieces, which can make marriage just weightless. Even if lakhs of Indian parents can&#39;t give these, few words of blessings from them are more than enough for the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used QuickFix, an adhesive which binds anything within seconds ( The company is not going to pay me for this advertisement ) . After using QuickFix , I have found that, it&#39;s very similar to our dowry system which can fix a bore male with jolly female ( may be vice versa too), a beautiful girl ( who later puts a case against him ) to a corrupt serviceman, a rich man&#39;s lazy girl to an NRI doctor and so on ( Few more good examples you may add ). The same adhesive sticks the saas ( jo ki kabhi bahu thi) with the false pride (not bride). No wonder it may stick the not so faithful husbands and wives too. Why to surprise if it sticks the low paid police man and fame/money seeking NGOs? Last but not least it sticks the thread of discussion to amend/modify the law rather than abolish the dowry system completely with each individual effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The another way is talk dowry as bad word, like murder, theft or any other heinous word you can use for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading me the promise takers...To your satisfaction, I have declared before the court in a affidavit, not to take or give any dowry along with one of my friend in a anti-dowry movement. Need confirmation? Then do know the details after writing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear prospective grooms and brides (also to be parents-in-laws), Have you guts to join me!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112376622817052804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112376622817052804' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112376622817052804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112376622817052804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/08/dowry-practical-way-to-deal.html' title='Dowry  - A practical way to deal'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112295475914634095</id><published>2005-08-02T09:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:22:39.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The couple like the Sky and the Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/1600/Sky_and_Earth_By_P_Piyush.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1638/669/320/Sky_and_Earth_By_P_Piyush.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;There may be a local feeling of above and below for the sky and the earth. From the far distance, in this infinite space, any sense of greatness is purely useless. Obviously, the finiteness of each entity is visible in the cosmos. Having this finiteness, the sense of worthlessness is also impractical because each of us have some element of each entity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 0);&quot;&gt;Within practical human visual limits, we see that the earth and the sky meet at the distant horizons. Should we go endless miles in search of the perfect beautiful horizon? At last the homo-sapiens, with the near-far-above-below thought web at may get hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 0);&quot;&gt;It&#39;s beautiful nature, where slow evaporation from the earth forms the clouds, their concentration, within them the sudden lightening-thunders, but for what? - to rain back on the earth. The wonderful water cycle. Similarly the sky forms the protective layers, absorbing harmful rays from outside before they can enter the earth&#39;s surface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 0);&quot;&gt;I think if really if two beautiful wonders of the God exist, I must say that, just above the earth&#39;s surface, the existence of the sky starts. The fact is, the mutual existence of the earth with the sky makes it an unique entity in the universe.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112295475914634095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112295475914634095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112295475914634095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112295475914634095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/08/couple-like-sky-and-earth.html' title='The couple like the Sky and the Earth'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112240102218007536</id><published>2005-07-26T19:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:36:24.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Premchand&#39;s 125th birthday  celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The magician of pen, Munshi Premchand&#39;s 125th birthday &lt;img src=&quot;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/premchand.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;प्रेमचंद&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; hspace=&quot;4&quot; vspace=&quot;4&quot; /&gt; falls on 31st July this year. His writings are the mirror of contemporary literature as well as the society. Most of my readers might have read his one or more writings. I think on the net we too can celebrate his birthday. An&lt;a href=&quot;http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/07/125.html&quot;&gt; initiative&lt;/a&gt; by me in Hindi blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; Today is 31st July, hence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot; href=&quot;http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_31.html&quot;&gt;a birthday greeting card&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; for Munshi Premchand.&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t miss the birthday party there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112240102218007536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112240102218007536' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112240102218007536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112240102218007536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/premchands-125th-birthday-celebrations.html' title='Premchand&#39;s 125th birthday  celebrations'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112212791124972052</id><published>2005-07-23T19:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-23T19:41:51.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Economic reforms in India - the relevance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 153, 153);&quot;&gt;&quot;India is the fourth largest economy in view of Purchasing Power Parity (PPP), according to world development report, published in September 2001.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;For many of us this piece of information is good to hear. But this is our remnants of the so called golden bird, India. From ages back, as early as 2500 BC, we had been the center of trade and commerce for the other civilizations. The minerals, cotton yarn, leather goods, gems and jewellery, agricultural products had been the export items. The lucrative resources available here attracted the British to do business hence swiftly rule over it. The industries and transport system got a input of foreign blend of knowledge and expertise. Later on after the economy got exploited completely but left over with the determination to revive the economy. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot; src=&quot;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/Economy1by_P_Piyush.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Economy Drawings - Currency&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; hspace=&quot;4&quot; vspace=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;Obviously the challenges were there before our economists, where they choose out the import substitution after developing own production units and industries. This thing actually got the push when second five year plan based on model of Prof.P.C.Mahalnobis ( then Director of ISI Kolkata). The formation of the industrial infrastructure was supported with the proposal of the mixed economy based on socialist principles. The former got boost but not the later which gave rise to income disparity. In villages the high income group is also the lower percentage of the people. In towns the difference between the highest to lowest income is even much higher. By the year of 1970, we had almost all of the commercial establishments within the country. The materials needed to be quality conscious and world class. By the time the foreign capital started depleting fast. The need of the time was to liberalize the foreign capital investment into the production as well as service sector in India. Hence from 1991 the foreign investments were invited and the Indian economy was liberalized, this ultimately made India a competing economy in the Asia-pacific region. The industrial growth and world class products helped to contribute the 70% of the GDP from private sector. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;To contrast, the factor of 70% population still involved in the agriculture related works, become the small part of contributor, which is around 26% in the GDP. Needless to add, there exists a sharp valley between the 1/3rd of the population, who live below the poverty line and the upper class who keep the large piece of cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;Another contrast do appear where the manual labours who do routine jobs and also remain seasonally unemployed. Their daily earning is low and the highly skilled technical and managers&#39; earnings are the world class salaries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;There is a saying in Hindi which should not be taken as levity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;उत्तम खेती, मध्यम बाण, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;निषिद्घ चाकरी, भीख निदान।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;(The agrarian work is the best, medium is business, being servant is forbidden and to beg is inexcusable.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;Neglecting the agrarian works is not good symptom of the economy. What ever business we do, that becomes related as well dependent on the resources available from the nature: Agricultural, Mining, Water force and Sun rays and so on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;India is said to be one of the prominent market in the Asian region. The market, to be exploited by MNCs. Hence business becomes the main point of attention. In the long run the purchasing power of the maximum of the people is not upto the mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;The service sector, which is also called as the cheap labour available is India increasing the life standards of the individual labours but ultimately the next generation need something of own instead of the traditional service provider only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;Now to make these economic reforms make meaningful, along with revitalizing the lost golden economy, entrepreneur skills are needed to be encouraged to tap up the largest manpower pool, the cutting edge technical and managerial personals, the innovative brains and the vast natural resources. The biggest asset we have is the willingness to succeed with limited resources in the reviving economy which need to be explored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112212791124972052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112212791124972052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112212791124972052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112212791124972052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/economic-reforms-in-india-relevance.html' title='Economic reforms in India - the relevance'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112152688315448759</id><published>2005-07-16T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:30:32.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Poverty alleviation and Employment generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The scores of Indians are living in the slums. This part of the social strata is actually the cheap labour available in the Metros. Interestingly, this labour rate is higher than they earn at the agricultural activities at the villages. The two third of working population, dependent on the agricultural activities are crucial target of our poverty alleviation programs. This poverty ridden population is the base of unemployed population too. Now instead of joining poverty and unemployment together as gigantic problem, it must be seen the directly proportional to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The first and foremost attention should be the growth of agriculture sector to raise the living standards of the farmers, to increase the rural economy and hence strengthen the domestic market of industrial and service sector products. Our industrial and service sector could not tap this large population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/Poverty_alliv_and_Employ_Ge.gif&quot;   align=&quot;right&quot; hspace=&quot;4px&quot;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The government is conscious for the poverty alleviation programs with the financial and administrative support. It&#39;s commitment towards these programs are shown in rural credit delivery system, minimum guaranteed employment scheme, and several other centrally funded (funding the larger part) and stately executed programs. The seven basic social services (1) safe drinking water ; (2) primary health services; (3) primary education; (4) public housing to the shelter less; (5) mid-day meals in the rural areas; (6) connectivity to the villages; and (7) public distribution scheme for the poor have been recognized by the government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Now as the self governance i.e. Panchayati Raj and the Municipal bodies have been given constitutional status by the Parliament in 1992, the public bodies have started participating in the development works and schemes declared. These also have led to local employment scopes and local decision making to improve the life standard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The objectives to lower the poverty level are well recognized schemes are well drawn, if transparency is made sufficient from the top level to bottom level, the massive capacity building efforts of self governance shall help the goal ultimately. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112152688315448759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112152688315448759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112152688315448759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112152688315448759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/poverty-alleviation-and-employment.html' title='Poverty alleviation and Employment generation'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112143311286604326</id><published>2005-07-15T18:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:28:09.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That&#39;s not government responsibility !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);&quot;&gt;Most of the people in the public life credulously blame the government for the happenings around them. Their disavowal leads to a social strata which makes them subjects rather than the participants.The arrogant public&#39;s diatribe against the officers and the representative can be often heard.&lt;img src=&quot;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/Not_Governments_responsibi.gif&quot;   align=&quot;right&quot; hspace=&quot;4px&quot;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A discerning visualization towards such confined thinking can be tracked back to the less participation in the oligarchy. The fatalism of the people as a subject of the ruler is transferred from past generation to the present one. Before attaining the independence, amidst the monarchy, the respective ministers and officers used to be the providers of conducive services to the fellow citizens. Of course in parallel that led to burgeoning red tap-ism too. And the people remain adherent to their tendency. This thing continued to the regime of the English rulers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government, as said to be a guilty of culpable neglect, can&#39;t be justified for long. Till today, after more than 55 years of independence the common people did not understood the meaning of active participation in the governing bodies. The lacking diffidence need to be revitalized. The levity in the decision making process of the pressure groups of the society requires revitalization. Instead of wild ramblings the actions of the common man need to be concentrated to improve and cooperate the governing bodies. When the collective effort of the people militate the unscrupulous happenings around, the constructive sapient citizens will live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112143311286604326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112143311286604326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112143311286604326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112143311286604326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/thats-not-government-responsibility.html' title='That&#39;s not government responsibility !'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112127285639735535</id><published>2005-07-13T14:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:11:41.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hindi - English Divorce</title><content type='html'>Till now, I have been posting the same Hindi material at two places, first in this blog and another dedicated Hindi blog,  &lt;a href=&quot;http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;प्रेमपीयूष&lt;/a&gt; .  Now onwards my &lt;span class=&quot;sb8&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;sb8&quot;&gt;Hindi men hee gitir-pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;sb8&quot;&gt;&quot;, i.e. my Hindi writings shall appear only at the later although the respective links will be given here too as I am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/English_Hindi_Divorce_by_Pr.gif&quot; alt=&quot;English_Hindi_Divorce_by_P.Piyush&quot; valign=&quot;4&quot; halign=&quot;4&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As soon as  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.akshargram.com/2005/06/01/437/&quot;&gt;Anugunj-11&lt;/a&gt;  was announced I &lt;a href=&quot;http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_12.html&quot;&gt;wrote my views&lt;/a&gt; and unlike last  times, I was the second participant. Its  &lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.akshargram.com/2005/07/06/447/&quot;&gt;r&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt;eviewed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);&quot;&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 0);&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.akshargram.com/&quot;&gt;Akshargram&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. My new poem &lt;a href=&quot;http://prempiyushhindi.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_15.html&quot;&gt;चिट्ठाकार मंडली&lt;/a&gt;  is  published there.&lt;br /&gt;3. To  repeat,  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.akshargram.com/nirantar&quot;&gt;Nirantar&lt;/a&gt; has published my poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manish ji, I am extremely happy that you will be able to read all of my post in Hindi blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112127285639735535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112127285639735535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112127285639735535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112127285639735535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/hindi-english-divorce.html' title='Hindi - English Divorce'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112111090601805473</id><published>2005-07-12T01:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:43:43.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>और नज्म़ जिन्दा रह गये</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;जिन्दगी थी, मस्ती भी थी,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;दौलत थी, इक गश्ती भी थी ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;इक जवानी थी, रुबाब भी था,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;दिवानी थी, इक ख्वाब भी था ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/Aur_Nazm_Jinda_Rah_Gaye_by_.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Aur_Nazm_Jinda_Rah_Gaye_by_P_Piyush&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; vspace=&quot;4&quot; hspace=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;हँसती गलियों में नकाब भी था,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;रंगीनियों का एक शबाब भी था ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;जुमेरात शायद वह आबाद भी था,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;जुम्मे के रोज़ वह बरबाद भी था । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;उस शाम साक़ी भी साथ न था ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;दो नज्म़ ग़ज़लों का बस याद था । &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112111090601805473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112111090601805473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112111090601805473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112111090601805473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_12.html' title='और नज्म़ जिन्दा रह गये'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112107130128742963</id><published>2005-07-09T13:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:47:41.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>कविता की अर्थी</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;नून-तेल के दायरे से &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;निकली जब जिन्दगी ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;माल असबाब भरे पड़े थे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;भविष्य के गोदामों में ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/prempiyush/kavita_ki_aarthi_by_P_Piyus.gif&quot; alt=&quot;kavita_ki_aarthi_by_P_Piyus.gif&quot; hspace=&quot;4&quot; vspace=&quot;4&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;महफिल की वाह वाही से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;थके थे कान वहाँ पर । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;टकटकी लगा अब भी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;चाँद को देख रहा था ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;कल की दिनचर्या बुनकर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;आखिर जुलाहा सो गया ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;मस्जिद में बस नमाज पड़ी थी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;इधर सपने में वह चीख पड़ा ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;देखा  , कलमों के सेज&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;पर कविता की अर्थी थी ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112107130128742963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112107130128742963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112107130128742963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112107130128742963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='कविता की अर्थी'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9275447.post-112083256653512879</id><published>2005-07-08T19:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:12:11.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DTH connection - A viewer&#39;s view</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Information era has given another gift as DTH (Direct To Home) to the common man. Few days ago me too got benefited with it. Among the two types of DTH, I have chosen the free for ever service rather than paid one. Earlier accustomed with a terrestrial antenna ( It was a prefect companion of our portable BW TV ) presently nearly 30 free to air channels are more than sufficient for us. Whenever I want to give rest to eyes, I switch on the digital radio on the same TV ( Now a flat CTV) become an excellent radio. Although I am not a perfect box sitter but would like to help those who want a user’s views on DTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;Which one is better, the free dish or paid dish connection? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.mcbsintl.com/products/images/ku_band.jpg&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; height=&quot;167&quot; width=&quot;125&quot; vspace=&quot;4px&quot; hspace=&quot;6px&quot;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) The dish is the same for both; the difference comes from the receiver. Those who can afford the paid channels ( some channels are really excellent) along with all FTA ( Free To Air) after buying prepaid monthly cash card (like your mobile card) with taxes, can prefer the paid DTH connection. Unlike us, those who are accustomed (addicted) with various soaps and serials shown through conventional cable network, the paid one can be the first preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) The viewers like us who can get satisfied with FREE&lt;br /&gt;News channels ( All DDs , Aaj Tak, Headlines today, BBC )&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment ( Star UTSAV, DD Bharti, Smile TV, All DDs )&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual channels ( Zee Zagran, Star UTSAV , Aastha to be added)&lt;br /&gt;Sports ( DD sports)&lt;br /&gt;Education ( DD Gyandarshan)&lt;br /&gt;All regional DDs, Sun TV , etc..&lt;br /&gt;13 digital radio channels for FREE for&lt;br /&gt;If this menu is sufficient then sure go for a Free DTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;What is the cost of free DTH installation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paid connection requires to pay Rs. 4000 for equipments and one year ( the period to make one addict ) free viewing of almost all channels. Later on monthly packages ranging from Rs. 150 to Rs 400 need to be bought to continue viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free DTH service require one time investment of around Rs. 2500.00 which includes Dish antenna, Set top Box, connecting cable and installation charges, free reception of FTA channels for life long. Comparing it with current cable subscription the amount is one years expense to the cable wallah ( Rs. 400 security money + Rs . 2040 ( Rs. 170 X 12 months ) =Rs. 2440 ). Leave the issue of signal problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;The future of free DTH ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent study on DTH viewers reveals that the free subscribers are much more than the paid viewers. Almost every month new channels are being added in FTA. More number of the cost conscious middle class shall make investment in it because of the low prices and less hassles. Naturally to get more viewers more channels shall be added at the current rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;How safe are the free to air channels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to air channels are absolutely safe “over the Indian sky” for family entertainment. It&#39;s a disciplined and controlled entertaintainment. It&#39;s far better than those cable wallah’s connections who are said to be showing the forbidden Russian channels in the late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;Trouble shooting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all fix the dish (Its less than 1meter in diameter) such that it does not misses the exact aerial direction, half of your problem is solved. Slightly touching does not make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;If some time you accidentally delete all the stored programs here is a precious trick. Set the TP value in set top box parameter using the remote to “12630” and give a auto search, all the channels will be searched and sorted for you. The TP value is median frequency of FTA channels over the Indian subcontinent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;How clear are the signals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is just like digital CD quality. The sound does not contain any noise. If your TV is digital, then that’s marriage with DTH is a “made for each other” example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 51, 0);&quot;&gt;Any more questions are welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/feeds/112083256653512879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9275447&amp;postID=112083256653512879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112083256653512879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9275447/posts/default/112083256653512879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prempiyush.blogspot.com/2005/07/dth-connection-viewers-view.html' title='DTH connection - A viewer&#39;s view'/><author><name>Prem Piyush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751075880833019986</uri><email>[email protected]</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

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